Halvard was the firstborn of a family, and the last. His mother, dying in labor, lead to his father raising Halvard by himself. This led to a tragic beginning for Halvard, and only philosophers can guess what his life would have led to, if this handicap didn't hinder his family circle. Being raised outside of the town limits, his education was hands on, and rudimentary. He was taught to read and write, but nothing beyond basic language to communicate. He knows no "fancy talk" as he calls it, and sticks to short sentences, spitting out what he needs to say and shutting back up. His labor-intensive upbringing on a small farm also made him a well developed man of the forest, able to last longer than most with little to nothing. He spends his leisure time fishing or hunting small game, while his work involves tending to his territorial claims. This led to him having quite a knack for tracking and stealth.

Halvard worked in the town for a short while, taking a drastic change in scenery in a job as a deck-hand for a sailing cargo company. He spent the better part of five years on the boat, fighting pirates and naval fleets while aboard. He became quite handy with a sword, something he always compared to an axe which he grew up swinging. After the passing of his father, he has settled back to the land, quitting his job of the servant of the seas. He took over ownership of the land his father owned, and has been there ever since recently. Halvard is sometimes found longingly staring out into the ocean, possibly in thought of what adventures he may be missing out on, but he never lets his mind wander too far to remove himself from the land he cares for. Recently, however, the rumors of Uros has reached even the farthest corners of the world, where Halvard resided. He sold the land, his belongings, and packed a bag, to set off on the adventure of a lifetime in the search for answers to questions he hasn't asked yet, while hopefully making some "pretty coin" in the meantime.