Geir Trygvensen’s mother, Aideen, was a few months pregnant when she was taken by Trygve Syndergaard during a raid on Brega. Geir was born in the normal course of time, but was simply called “boy” by all but his mother. Aideen - and the boy once he could walk - were put to work on Trygve’s farm.
A few years later, after Trygve’s wife Flora died giving birth to his third son, he briefly courted Aideen, who consented to be his wife. This upgraded the boy to being a fourth step-son. He was given the name Geir, and instead of being beaten for not doing his chores, his lot was to be upgraded to be beaten for not learning his lessons.
His eldest step brother was most likely to take over the farm when Trygve decided he was done, and so the other two went off on raids as soon as they could. When he was of age, Trygve gifted Geir with a breeding pair of sheep and sent him off to be a shepherd.
After a decade of taking care of himself and his herd, Geir had a decent flock and had begun to think of the future. Unfortunately, one spring a sickness wiped out his entire flock over the course of several weeks. To keep it from spreading to other shepherds’ flocks, he burned down the house he shared with his flock and was left with next to nothing.
Destitute, he decided it was time to search out a different sort of opportunity. He approached Jarl Aesa, who noted his current capability to scrounge and do almost any sort of general work to some degree, and saw potential that he may become more useful with an axe and sword, and so she added him to her encampment.
Geir is a collector and teller of stories, a scrounger, a laborer, and an assistant in most crafts. He is beginning to become a scrappy fighter, although he cannot yet stand toe to toe with the warriors who tower over him. Well, he can, and he does, but not for very long. His word is known to always be good. His judgement… less so, as he assumes everyone else’s word is as good as his own.