Name: Ægir Säde
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Nationality: Finnish
Immunity: Yes

Languages: Icelandic, Danish, Norwegian, Swedish and Finnish

Class Hunter
Sub-Class Scout
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-Height: 5'9"
-Weight: 165
-Hair Colour: Brunette
-Eye Colour: Gray
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Personality:
Patient. Being a hunter and more importantly, a seasoned scout, Ægir found that patience was the most important virtue he could have. Patience helped him remain calm when he would otherwise panic and put himself in danger. Patience has allowed him to make smart decisions instead of hasty ones. Patience has kept him safe and hidden when those larger beasts thought they'd found their next meal. When dealing with people, it always helped him see things from multiple perspectives and avoid the occasional and mostly unnecessary outbursts that would begin to well up inside him.

Besides being patient, he's genuinely kind. His parents did well to raise him with proper manners. He respects others and their opinions although he will not hesitate to state his own if need be. He's willing to lend those in need a hand even if that means putting himself in danger.

Charismatic even after having spent many days alone in the wilderness. He understands the importance of people. They carry knowledge and more importantly... they carry supplies. Trade is what has kept him alive more often than not. Going out with the best equipment and knowing that he'll be well fed is what keeps Ægir talking. His fluency in multiple languages thanks to his mother has helped tremendously in this regard.

Background:
Ægir was born to a Finnish father and an Icelandic mother, the unusual couple finding each other far from their home and surviving alone. They were both military, part of a small team of scouts to be exact and had been tasked with trekking into areas that were yet to be cleansed, surveying land and beast. Although it was a series of unfortunate events that lead them to each other, their union would lead to their salvation and a bright future. Interaction between the two was...awkward to say the least. Communication was difficult but eventually a system was created utilizing primitives sounds and gestures. Tasks were split down the middle as they learned the strength and weaknesses of the other and eventually real progress was made. Aron was skilled a skilled hunter with a touch of Finnish magic. He felled beasts and other feral creatures of the night with ease while Æsa was a mage of a caliber unseen by many. As expected, one supported the other and vice verse. They continued in this way, working with each other, learning and teaching until their missions were completed. Their separation after that was short lived and in time they found each other again, their travels and adventures together having made them inseparable. Eventually they would retire from their respective military and find a quite life in a village on an island far from Keuruu.

Then Ægir entered their lives as a small child, kicking and screaming. He learned early on that he possessed neither of his parents talent for the arcane and instead elected to follow in his mother's footsteps of knowledge. Having hailed from the most advanced nations in the new world, his mother held what seemed like near limitless intelligence. Lessons included everything: Math. Limited histories of the four nations with his father giving him a more in depth look at the Finnish. Languages were important. Icelandic and the tongue of the Finnish couldn't have been a more obscure form of communication when compared to the each other. Translating between the two was a task and while three nations could commune with each other with relative ease, Finnish was essentially... gibberish. How his parents managed to find a middle he never knew but in time, he could speak each language interchangeably and fluently. Basics on magic was touched on but only so he could understand the importance of it in daily life. He wasn't blessed with the power.

His father took him on trips to the mainland and taught him how to be an effective hunter. It was in foresight, a gift and a curse of his mother, that they knew his life would change. They didn't know exactly how but they knew the military would find them once again and recruit Ægir's help. So he was prepared. How to track, how to kill, how skin and pack the hunt, how to hide. The last was important for their were worse things than simple large beasts. He was taught how to handle a bow and arrow and how to shoot a gun. How to survive the elements. How to be a soldier.

The week of Ægir's birthday, his parents left the island for a short time and returned with three gifts: Æsa brought him Koeska, a Class A pitch black feline from one of the training facilities of her homeland. The cat stood halfway up Ægir's shin and seemed to hold itself in high regard, her deep golden eyes looking down on those who towered above her. Aron brought back a high grade rifle from the Swedes. It was fine tuned by the hands of a master gunsmith, put together like clockwork. In his father's other hand tucked under his thumb were... summoning papers. Ægir left for the Finnish military camp within the month.

He spent four years in the fires of the front lines being forged into a man. Within a year, he'd been moved to the scout team when his superiors realized his skill. He's been with them ever since. Hailed as one of the better soldiers at their disposal especially without the advantage of magic, he was recommended for a very important rescue mission where he finds himself now.

Equipment
Koeska is a Class A military feline. She and Ægir have spent four years together and have become very close. She does however have her own attitude and lets Ægir know if she doesn't agree with something he's doing.

Weapons:
High-powered rifle, two magazines 12 rounds
9mm Pistol, two clips 9 rounds
Flare Gun, two flares of red color
Machete
Bayonette

Tools:
Rope
Ice Axe
First Aid Kit
-Bandages
-Wipes
-Scissors
-Guaze
-Glue
-Thread and needle
Radio
Shovel
Compass
Lighter
Binoculars
Fishing Rod
Snares
Skinning knife
A book

Food:
Rations to last five days
MRE x2
Canteen of water
Various small snacks
Dried fish "jerky" in a tin can

Clothing:
All articles of clothing are fashioned to withstand the harsh temperatures of the North, especially during the winter months. Jackets are lined with thick fur while Ægir sports multiple layers of both undershirts and thin pants. Thick cargo to cover his legs and provide extra storage. Swedes have lined some of the fabric with a type of armor like threading that adds an extra layer of protection against sharp objects.

Thick boots made to allow the tracking across uneven terrain for miles and keep steps silent if need be. Helmet traded from the Swedes covers his entire head and grants extra visibility at night and acts as a feed for important information. Shares anything from weather and temperature to known threats lurking nearby. Filter's out foul air, amplifies noise, Also has a standard recording device that stores everything the user can see. A rare relic from the past that's been restored.

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That ends the CS so far. I'll be pouring over it up until the IC is up to edit grammar and tweak things as needed. Let me know if I need to change anything or add anything to make it more complete. For example, I'll be looking for a second picture that shows his face. Just have to take a break after trying to compile all this information and stuffing my face full of SSSS lore.

May update it over the course of the roleplay.

Name: Ylva Sørensen
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Nationality: Norwegian
Immunity: Yes

Languages: Norwegian, Icelandic

Class: Mage
Sub-Class: Healer
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- Height: 165cm/ 5'5''
- Weight: 52kg/ 114 lbs
- Hair Colour: Dark brown
- Eyes Colour: Green
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Personality: Calm and serious, sometimes pedantic. Having witnessed an outbreak she lost her sense of humor. She doesnt seem to like sarcasm. At all.
However, underneath her cold facade Ylva can be caring and empathetic, willing to risk her life even for complete strangers.
Background: Ylva spent most of her childhood in the Norwegian Settlement of Leikanger. After her abilities were discovered she moved to Iceland to begin her training at the Academy of Seiður. At the age of 19, when she had finished studying, Ylva relocated to her home country to support the cleansers at the frontline.
In recent events the outpost she was stationed at had an outbreak and was overrun. Being one of the few survivors, she caught the attention of the local officials who convinced her to join a certain rescue mission.

Equipment:

- 9mm pistol, 10 rounds
- lighter
- sleeping bag
- space blanket
- underwear
- 5 days worth of rations
- Vacuum flask
- small cooking pot
- advanced medical aid kit
- writing pad and pencil
- small herbal book (handwritten)
- wooden bowl
- various pieces of charcoal and chalk
- ritual dagger (with runes)
- silver pendant (also with runes)