The axe makes more sense. I mean, he's a strong guy, and everyone needs to chop wood every now and then so I can see him having a large woodmans axe.
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Alright, cool! Thanks for the interest!
And I can believe you missed this! I think I should've labeled it ''viking RP'' behind the title to clarify what it is. :P
EDIT: The double post bug SUCKS.
And I can believe you missed this! I think I should've labeled it ''viking RP'' behind the title to clarify what it is. :P
EDIT: The double post bug SUCKS.
An Outsider A Glorious Failure
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Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Faen stands slightly taller than most viking men, most of his height being in his long legs. He has a slight build, though is covered in lean muscle. His pale body has a smattering of scars and marks, some being earned in the training yard but most being 'gifts' from his father, the beatings one of the few constants in their relationship. His fingers are long and delicate, more suited to holding a pen than a sword and shield. His hair is long and thick, its colour a dark flame red, Faen being rather proud of its uniqueness.
Clothing or armour: Instead of the armour he merely wears a shirt and tunic, both so old that while they were once blue they have long since faded grey. Over that he usually wears a wool and leather great coat, several sizes to large for his frame. Other than his trews and his boots he has very little in the way of clothing. His only concession to his wealthy upbringing is a silver studded ornate knife belt.
Facial features: His left eye is a dark forrest green, his right a deep blue. He has a strong jawline and chin, and a aquiline nose that appears to have been broken in the past. Has grown a beard during the trek home. It has been noted that he is an extraordinarily handsome young man, possessing the kind of fine facial structure that wouldn't look out of place on an ancient Roman statue. He brushes his teeth with salt water whenever he gets a chance, giving him a fine smile that he uses as both a tool and a weapon. Nothing disarms a man better than a well timed smile.
Weapons and equipment: Has his knife and a seax.
Personality: Faen is intelligent, cunning and thoughtful, just about everything his 'father' didn't want in a son. He isn't lacking in bravery or honour, but his idea of these things are incredibly flexible. His harsh upbringing has made him cynical, though he would describe himself as a realist. He also has a somewhat cutting and sarcastic sense of humour, using a dark wit to deal with tense situations.
He has a reputation as a coward, as he isn't one who enjoys a fight, but this bothers him little. Anyone who enjoys a fight is a fool to his mind. For his part he is scathing of the typical viking warrior, the brutes with more muscles than brains.
He longs for a friend, trustee or confidante though. His upbringing left little room for companionship, his relationship with his father was unorthodox at best and his adulthood has been marked by people either hating or fearing him. He feels he would be a loyal friend to whomever gives him a chance, but has never had the chance to show that.
History: Faen was the first born son to the chief of the village, his mother dying in childbirth. He grew up in a cold household, his father being distant and hostile to him. The truth was a long time coming, but Faen eventually discovered why his father loathed him so. Nine months before he was born his father had been riding in the far reaches of his land, gone for the night, when a stranger walked into his home asking for travellers rights. The stranger was a flame-haired vagabond, with a silken tongue and razor wit, and word is he seduced Faen's mother. The stranger vanished the next morning, seconds before the chief returned. Rumours abounded that the vagabond was the God Loki, causing mischief as is his want.
The chief would have had Faen killed when his hair changed from baby blonde to the fiery red, as it didn't match his own, if it hadn't been for the fact that the babe had the chief's unique eyes, one blue and one green. This small detail gave the chief cause for concern, just enough for him to spare the child’s life. He raised the boy in his hall, but barely acknowledged him as his own son, instead treating him with a cold disdain, especially after it became apparent that the lad would never be a warrior. Faen spent most of his time with the wise men and shaman of the village, or with the travelling merchants that visited, bringing news and tales of far off places. His appetite for knowledge was voracious, and it soon became apparent that if he was the indeed the 'Lokison', as the rumours went, then he had inherited his fathers keen intelligence and propensity for trickery.
Recently his father has remarried, his new wife bearing him another son. He no longer needs Faen as an heir, so he has sent the Lokison on his first, incredibly ill fated raid. During the disastrous events that led to he and his companions being exiled Faen witnessed the All-Father lay his curse upon the war-party, but Odin spared Faen, saying that he was family, and that he was fated for greater and far more terrible things. Whatever those things are Faen doesn't know, but this destiny weighs heavy on him now.
Combat skills: Almost non-existent. Despite being brought up in the long hall of the chief, and hours upon hours being put into his training, Faen has never been able to say he's a fighter. He has a savage cunning though, and is ruthless and realistic enough to now that when your chance comes you have to take it.
Other skills: Faen lacks the skills and traits usually associated with a viking, instead viewing himself as more of an intellectual. He has learnt at the feet of the wise men of the tribe, hungry for knowledge, so he has skill with a wide variety of subjects including but not limited to religion, law, husbandry, herbology and medicine. He can read and write the runes of his own people and those of the British, as well as a little Latin, displaying a talent for languages. His true interest lies in people though, in their behaviours and actions. He has developed some skill in being able to read people, and using this information to manipulate them. Though not the most physical of sorts he does show some promise as a runner, possessing both a terrific sprinting speed and impressive stamina.
He has learnt to walk quietly, and excellent trait in a thief, and an especially handy one for an ill-favoured son. His lithe fingers are well suited to pilfering things from other peoples pockets, a skill he has developed in quiet, picking pockets becoming a game of sorts to him.
His greatest skill is his speech craft though, as he truly possess a silver tongue. Lying comes as natural as breathing to him, given enough time he would damn near be capable of convincing a man the sky is green.
He thinks his way through problems, cares little for personal honour, would quite happily live the rest of his life without ever holding a sword. In short he's a terrible Viking.
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will post a cs if your still open
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Yeah, ofcourse we are. Had some people in int. check that were interested but they haven't posted or responded to my PM, even though they were online. :/ So go ahead and craft something up.
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Full name: Tallon Wulfgar
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tallon is shorter than average standing in at 5'4 and weighing in at just 120 pounds he is kind of the runt of his family, but his small frame makes it easier for him to move around and get into places others can't. His eyes are the color of winter frost, and he hasn't quite gotten in any facial hair yet, leading others to think that he isn't really a Viking at all.
Clothing or armour: Tallon wears a green tunic and breaches to blend in with the foliage better, the only thing he has from his family is his fathers leather wrist guards for use with a bow and arrow.
Facial features: His face almost looks like that of a child and not of a grown man, he has almost no facial hair, and leaves his hair cut short.
Weapons and equipment: Bow and quiver of arrows, rope, spear, and nets both of the fishing and hunting variety, and a very crudely made fishing pole.
Personality: Tallon is a little bit standoffish and not very sociable, but what he lacks in social graces he makes up for his ingenuity, and intelligence. and when he is alone he's often thinking of better ways to trap animals, or improve his hunting skills.
History: Tallon grew up the middle child of five, his father was a hunter and gatherer his mother gathered the children. As Tallon grew older he was exposed to everything from how to fish, how to trap, and how to shoot a bow (though he was never really good at the last one.) as well as his duties around the house he was expected to take regular training as a member of the Militia, he officially became a trapper, when he started trapping large game for his older siblings to kill, what he didn't expect was to be called on a raid. He was put on a long boat and handed an axe and expected to fight. While out on the raid nature called, so he went in the bushes, when he came back every thing had gone to the underworld, when he asked what happened, no one could say exactly, so the raid was called off and they returned dishonored and without loot, when questioned all he could say was he didn't know. But apparently the whole group had displeased the chief who exiled the whole lot, he didn't even get to say goodbye, with the other exiles he turned away from the only home he had ever known and walked away.
Combat skills: Milita experience.
Other skills: Tallon exels at fishing and trapping, and he is alright at identifying plants, archery, and at using a spear.
Additional info: N/a
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tallon is shorter than average standing in at 5'4 and weighing in at just 120 pounds he is kind of the runt of his family, but his small frame makes it easier for him to move around and get into places others can't. His eyes are the color of winter frost, and he hasn't quite gotten in any facial hair yet, leading others to think that he isn't really a Viking at all.
Clothing or armour: Tallon wears a green tunic and breaches to blend in with the foliage better, the only thing he has from his family is his fathers leather wrist guards for use with a bow and arrow.
Facial features: His face almost looks like that of a child and not of a grown man, he has almost no facial hair, and leaves his hair cut short.
Weapons and equipment: Bow and quiver of arrows, rope, spear, and nets both of the fishing and hunting variety, and a very crudely made fishing pole.
Personality: Tallon is a little bit standoffish and not very sociable, but what he lacks in social graces he makes up for his ingenuity, and intelligence. and when he is alone he's often thinking of better ways to trap animals, or improve his hunting skills.
History: Tallon grew up the middle child of five, his father was a hunter and gatherer his mother gathered the children. As Tallon grew older he was exposed to everything from how to fish, how to trap, and how to shoot a bow (though he was never really good at the last one.) as well as his duties around the house he was expected to take regular training as a member of the Militia, he officially became a trapper, when he started trapping large game for his older siblings to kill, what he didn't expect was to be called on a raid. He was put on a long boat and handed an axe and expected to fight. While out on the raid nature called, so he went in the bushes, when he came back every thing had gone to the underworld, when he asked what happened, no one could say exactly, so the raid was called off and they returned dishonored and without loot, when questioned all he could say was he didn't know. But apparently the whole group had displeased the chief who exiled the whole lot, he didn't even get to say goodbye, with the other exiles he turned away from the only home he had ever known and walked away.
Combat skills: Milita experience.
Other skills: Tallon exels at fishing and trapping, and he is alright at identifying plants, archery, and at using a spear.
Additional info: N/a
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Partisan Vuurvos / Dion
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I will start collecting the CS's that I deem good enough to be in the RP in the OP. If you find your's there, you're in. So far, none have been disapproved, since most are a WIP.
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finished.
If there is anything I can do to improve my app, please tell me.
Full name: Aevar Halbjorn
Sex: Male
Age: Twenty-Eight
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Appearance:
Aevar stands roughly at 6’3. His shoulders are broad, complimenting the remainder of his rugged, overbearing figure. His pale skin is lined with jagged, fleshy scars, most notably on the entirety of his back, and forearms. He is rather strapping, his muscles forged from brutal hours upon hours of fighting and training.
Clothing or armor:
Aevar wears light, finely crafted chainmail, protecting him around his core. His chainmail hangs down over his belted leather trousers. A shadowy wolf pelt is strapped tightly about his shoulders, hanging down such as a cloak would. A single leather brace is bound onto his offhand, made of the same hardened leather used to craft his sword sheath. Even the smallest of details making him look brutish.
Facial features:
His amber hair is tied roughly into a long, tight braid, jutting down between his shoulder blades. Although a moderately long beard hides a majority of the scars on his chin and cheeks, a slender scar, running from the top of his ear, narrowly avoided his eye, to the base of his chin, hardens the rest of his solemn disposition. His eyes, resembling that of the sea he ofttimes hated the sight of, along with his slightly crooked nose, are but a few of the many details which notably stick out on his face.
Weapons and Equipment:
Aevar hefts a large, iron encased buckler, an assortment of symbols spanning the wooden surface. He holds it prominently in his left hand, although he is able to strap it onto his back while traveling. He always holds his beautifully crafted blade, sheathed at his side, along with a drinking horn, the only two relics he managed to take from his dear friend Gudfrith’s corpse that fateful day. He wields a long, thick spear, with an array of warbands, trophies taken from some of the many he has slain in battle, bound tightly around a makeshift handle. He has created a sheath for his knife, which is strapped snuggly next to the handle on the inside of his shield, allowing for easy access if the need ever arises.
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Personality:
He is rather cautious towards those who he does not know well, though once he has come to like a person, he treats them as though they were family. He is quick to stand up for those he would consider close, and he is willing to fight for what is his, even if the odds are entirely against him. He is very tactical when it comes to most things, and he thinks out most situations beforehand, even if he can be considered strong headed at times.
He only looks down upon those who have proved themselves cowards, respect is earned in his eyes, by contribution, both in the thick of battle, and otherwise.
History:
Aevar was born as a bastard, unto his father was a rigid, savage man, and a unnamed local whore. The beasts name was Torvir, a rather infamous berserker, whom stood at their elderly Jarls side for some time, following commands unquestionably. He commanded a fairly large warband, one which was composed of a large handful of skilled warriors, including Aevar’s two eldest brothers, both of legitimate birth. While his father’s band of raiders earned themselves a name, it seemed as though the poor bastard was left in the shadows, forgotten.
Aevar’s mother treated him with bitterness, resenting the fact that he was a bastard son, a constant reminder of his fathers mistakes. While Torvir was off pillaging, Aevar was forced to listen to his mother's constant disapproval and ridicule. He knew he was destined for greatness, something he alone foresaw. He begun studying the gods earnestly, devoting himself to them, and at an adolescent age he had started himself on a long a merciless path, hell bent on proving himself worthy enough to become a raider. Hours upon hours were spent with a sword in one hand, and a worn shield in the other.
When he was of age, he managed to find himself a place on one of the smallest warbands, desperate for raiders, one which was overlooked by the Jarl for some time, led by a fearless leader Known as Gudfrith. He was properly taught, taking several of his most noticeable skills from the man, including the art of tactical warfare, hunting, and the perfect balance of strength and skill, to become a highly effective berserker.
As Gudfrith’s band grew in numbers, and wealth, Aevar was in the process of building a name for himself. Whilst raiding a seemingly defenseless monastery, they were unexpectedly flanked by a disgruntled kings army. Although they held up well for some time, their formation was broken, Aevar watched as his companions were hacked down, it was when the remainder of the kings guard retreated, he noticed Grudfrith’s corpse. He took what he could from his dear friend, left more broken than he had ever before felt, before returning to face the Jarl.
Aevar was sent on a longboat, loaded with inexperienced warriors, it was a shoddy place to be for those raiders whom had trained properly beforehand, and after yet another ambush, he was left disowned by his father, and exiled with a small group of survivors. His family believes they have at last rid themselves of the worthless bastard, it was expected for him to give up, to let the world end his struggling life, but he plans to once again, prove them wrong.
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Combat skills: Using a hatchet, or an axe, was never his strong point. Although he makes up for it, with his brutally effective swordsmanship and the adept ability to use a spear. He is very tactical in the art of warfare, learning from a very small handful of the best. He is light on his feet, allowing for all sorts of effective attacks.
Other skills: Some Leadership, Hunting, Sailing, and Navigational/Cartography skills.
Full name: Aevar Halbjorn
Sex: Male
Age: Twenty-Eight
Appearance:
Aevar stands roughly at 6’3. His shoulders are broad, complimenting the remainder of his rugged, overbearing figure. His pale skin is lined with jagged, fleshy scars, most notably on the entirety of his back, and forearms. He is rather strapping, his muscles forged from brutal hours upon hours of fighting and training.
Clothing or armor:
Aevar wears light, finely crafted chainmail, protecting him around his core. His chainmail hangs down over his belted leather trousers. A shadowy wolf pelt is strapped tightly about his shoulders, hanging down such as a cloak would. A single leather brace is bound onto his offhand, made of the same hardened leather used to craft his sword sheath. Even the smallest of details making him look brutish.
Facial features:
His amber hair is tied roughly into a long, tight braid, jutting down between his shoulder blades. Although a moderately long beard hides a majority of the scars on his chin and cheeks, a slender scar, running from the top of his ear, narrowly avoided his eye, to the base of his chin, hardens the rest of his solemn disposition. His eyes, resembling that of the sea he ofttimes hated the sight of, along with his slightly crooked nose, are but a few of the many details which notably stick out on his face.
Weapons and Equipment:
Aevar hefts a large, iron encased buckler, an assortment of symbols spanning the wooden surface. He holds it prominently in his left hand, although he is able to strap it onto his back while traveling. He always holds his beautifully crafted blade, sheathed at his side, along with a drinking horn, the only two relics he managed to take from his dear friend Gudfrith’s corpse that fateful day. He wields a long, thick spear, with an array of warbands, trophies taken from some of the many he has slain in battle, bound tightly around a makeshift handle. He has created a sheath for his knife, which is strapped snuggly next to the handle on the inside of his shield, allowing for easy access if the need ever arises.
Personality:
He is rather cautious towards those who he does not know well, though once he has come to like a person, he treats them as though they were family. He is quick to stand up for those he would consider close, and he is willing to fight for what is his, even if the odds are entirely against him. He is very tactical when it comes to most things, and he thinks out most situations beforehand, even if he can be considered strong headed at times.
He only looks down upon those who have proved themselves cowards, respect is earned in his eyes, by contribution, both in the thick of battle, and otherwise.
History:
Aevar was born as a bastard, unto his father was a rigid, savage man, and a unnamed local whore. The beasts name was Torvir, a rather infamous berserker, whom stood at their elderly Jarls side for some time, following commands unquestionably. He commanded a fairly large warband, one which was composed of a large handful of skilled warriors, including Aevar’s two eldest brothers, both of legitimate birth. While his father’s band of raiders earned themselves a name, it seemed as though the poor bastard was left in the shadows, forgotten.
Aevar’s mother treated him with bitterness, resenting the fact that he was a bastard son, a constant reminder of his fathers mistakes. While Torvir was off pillaging, Aevar was forced to listen to his mother's constant disapproval and ridicule. He knew he was destined for greatness, something he alone foresaw. He begun studying the gods earnestly, devoting himself to them, and at an adolescent age he had started himself on a long a merciless path, hell bent on proving himself worthy enough to become a raider. Hours upon hours were spent with a sword in one hand, and a worn shield in the other.
When he was of age, he managed to find himself a place on one of the smallest warbands, desperate for raiders, one which was overlooked by the Jarl for some time, led by a fearless leader Known as Gudfrith. He was properly taught, taking several of his most noticeable skills from the man, including the art of tactical warfare, hunting, and the perfect balance of strength and skill, to become a highly effective berserker.
As Gudfrith’s band grew in numbers, and wealth, Aevar was in the process of building a name for himself. Whilst raiding a seemingly defenseless monastery, they were unexpectedly flanked by a disgruntled kings army. Although they held up well for some time, their formation was broken, Aevar watched as his companions were hacked down, it was when the remainder of the kings guard retreated, he noticed Grudfrith’s corpse. He took what he could from his dear friend, left more broken than he had ever before felt, before returning to face the Jarl.
Aevar was sent on a longboat, loaded with inexperienced warriors, it was a shoddy place to be for those raiders whom had trained properly beforehand, and after yet another ambush, he was left disowned by his father, and exiled with a small group of survivors. His family believes they have at last rid themselves of the worthless bastard, it was expected for him to give up, to let the world end his struggling life, but he plans to once again, prove them wrong.
Combat skills: Using a hatchet, or an axe, was never his strong point. Although he makes up for it, with his brutally effective swordsmanship and the adept ability to use a spear. He is very tactical in the art of warfare, learning from a very small handful of the best. He is light on his feet, allowing for all sorts of effective attacks.
Other skills: Some Leadership, Hunting, Sailing, and Navigational/Cartography skills.
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The name, maybe? Aevar sounds Nordic enough, Drahvar sounds like you ripped it from an Elder Scrolls dark elf. :P His history seems a bit cliché (father that made him hate him, then fought and killed him) but I'm not really against that, I'm just saying it's been done before, many many times. I'll wait for you to say if you wanna change it, I mean it's acceptable but I think you can do better as this wasn't about writing skills but just imagination.
Enalais, for you, grammar grammar grammar. It helps a lot. Besides that the character isn't very in-depth, you should add more details - this looks like what I draw up in my head before I write a CS, sort of like rough edges. Needs more refinement.
Enalais, for you, grammar grammar grammar. It helps a lot. Besides that the character isn't very in-depth, you should add more details - this looks like what I draw up in my head before I write a CS, sort of like rough edges. Needs more refinement.
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Partisan said
The name, maybe? Aevar sounds Nordic enough, Drahvar sounds like you ripped it from an Elder Scrolls dark elf. :P His history seems a bit cliché (father that made him hate him, then fought and killed him) but I'm not really against that, I'm just saying it's been done before, many many times. I'll wait for you to say if you wanna change it, I mean it's acceptable but I think you can do better as this wasn't about writing skills but just imagination.Enalais, for you, grammar grammar grammar. It helps a lot. Besides that the character isn't very in-depth, you should add more details - this looks like what I draw up in my head before I write a CS, sort of like rough edges. Needs more refinement.
i will work on that soon, right now it's 2 am and classes start at 6.
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I would if i wasn't having such a werid night.
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Ah, well be happy your classes don't start at 14:45 like mine. Fucks up your day.
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ehhh i'd drop a class like that.
Partisan said
The name, maybe? Aevar sounds Nordic enough, Drahvar sounds like you ripped it from an Elder Scrolls dark elf. :P His history seems a bit cliché (father that made him hate him, then fought and killed him) but I'm not really against that, I'm just saying it's been done before, many many times. I'll wait for you to say if you wanna change it, I mean it's acceptable but I think you can do better as this wasn't about writing skills but just imagination.
Yes, I thought the last name didn't fit quite right.. XD. I actually have something much better planned for a backstory that I think you'll like, so I will edit my post whenever I get the chance.
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Alright, I'll wait for that then. So far, 5 characters of which 3 have been accepted. Wondering if 1 or 2 more would be in order.
I definitely think 1 or 2 more would help round things out nicely. Still some good variety we could use.
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Exactly. On that matter, Krypteia and Psychomachy, if you have any (constructive!!!!!!!!!) criticism on the CS's, make sure to let them know! And if you don't wanna call em out in here, do it in PM's. Anyone can use some constructive criticism as it can only help you improve, right?!
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