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Name: Aesgar Dalgaard
Aliases: Aesgar the Furious, The Rage Blessed Age:35
Birthday: Mid June around the 8th century Death Date: Around the 8th century[ Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Around what is known as Uppsala. Godly Parent: Odin, Third Chief of the Aesir How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since the 8th century Gender: Male
Languages: Old Norse, English, Swedish

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Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 235lbs.
Body Type: Muscular
Eye Color: blue/gray
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His body is covered in runic symbols which look like they could tattoos. He also boasts numerous scars from all his battles.
Personal Style: Aesgar tends to keep his style close to that when he died, although with some modern twists. Simple cloth shirts which hang loosely around jeans and boots. He keeps his hair in the traditional way; tight braids with some loose strands and a thick majestic beard around his chin. His jewelry, however, has not changed since the day he died. Small metal and wooden carvings with simple hemp cord binding them together.

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Wise * Short Temper * Protective * Stubborn * * Strong

Sexuality:Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: There are two side to Aesgar; that of the shaman and that of the berserker. As a shaman he is a wise and knowledgeable practitioner of the shamanistic arts. Taking time to study nature and garner all the secrets this life possesses. However, should he be provoked to battle, the berserker is the exact opposite. A ruthless and often mindless killing machine emerges ready to rend flesh from bone of anyone foolish enough to get in his way.
Fatal Flaw: Aesgar’s greatest flaw is his love for substances, liquor in particular.
Habits: He has a tendency to twiddle his beard in deep thought and has a rather irritating habit of not being still. He isnt able to stay in one place and it even bothers him.
Hobbies: Drinking, Fighting, Women…that’s all any Viking needs.
Fears:

• True death as he calls it. Aesgar’s greatest fear is to fade from memory and be forgotten.

Likes:

• Liquor
• Women
• Fighting
• Nature

Dislikes:

• Silence
• Sweet Food
• Weak Fighters
• The Dark

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Demigod Abilities:

• Rune Magic – Aesgar inherited his fathers knowledge of Runes and as such has learned to wield them in combat. Doing so drains him so he must use them sparingly.
• Necromancy – While he cannot raise the dead he has been known to speak with them as his father does to learn what he can.

General Skills:

• Survival
• Poetry
• Blacksmithing
• Hunting
• Farming
• Brewing

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows)

• Thrown Weapons
• Duel Wielding
• Gurellia Warfare
• Axe Specialization

Magic Item:

• Jötunnjörd – A leather kidney belt that has been carefully imbued with runes intended increase his physical attributes to beyond normal realm of demigods. While he wears it he can move faster, hit harder, and endure more damage than the norm.

What Do They Carry On Them:

Everyday outfit

• Clothing – Loose shirts, Jeans, Boots, Vest
• Wallet - $12.35 USD
• Jötunnjörd
• 2x Axes (1 tactical, 1 traditional)
• Flask – Whiskey (currently)
• 3 rings – Iron Bands
• 2 bracelets – Braided Leather
• 1 necklace – Iron Crow

Possessions In Hotel Room:

• Random assortment of weapons taken from battle.
• Skins and furs.
• Blacksmithing Tools.
• Bow and Quiver. (broken string and no arrows)
• Traditional Bed. (Viking age)
• Scrolls about runes.
• Planters full of herbs.
• Books of poetry.
• Pads of paper and pens.
• Small collection of gold and jewels.
• Last letter from his wife.

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Biography The life of Aesgar the Furious is a rather interesting tale to be told. Born sometime within the 8th century, honestly he cant remember anymore, to a simple farming family around what is now known Uppsala, Sweden. Life was far simpler then, a family devout in their worship of the All-Father they worked the land and wanted for nothing. On his fifth birthday Aesgar experienced his first moment of what would later be known as “Blessed Rage” striking his father and drew blood. It was then that the boy would be sold to a band of raiders in the hopes of sparing their lives. It did not.

He was taken in by the tribe shaman another devotee of Odin. He would be taught the shamanistic arts learning to read and write the “Language of Odin” or runes in other words runes. The simple scratches on stone held great power

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: (One paragraph or more, on how they died heroically died?)

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Theme Song:
Rock with Me - Daddyphatsnaps
Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Stand by your own trial and not by what others say.
Not every cloud which darkens the day brings rain.
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Name:
Gerrik Roar Halfden
Aliases:
Age: 28
Birthday: January 21st
Death Date: March 14th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Copenhagen, Denmark
Godly Parent: Aegir
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since 8th century
Gender: Male
Languages: Old Norse, Old Franconian, French, Danish, English.

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 240lbs
Body Type: Athletic and muscular
Eye Color: Ocean blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Beneath his clothing he is littered with scars and tattoos, each telling of his hardships, trials and victories. Has a few simple piercings.
Personal Style: His style has adapted over his long stay at the hotel, growing and changing with the times and newcomers but it always holds homage to his Viking roots.
He likes his clothing simple, of natural fabrics and plain colours. He is often adorned in silver jewellery. Rings, thick earrings and a solid necklace.

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Brave * Impulsive * Resourceful * Reckless * Charming * Ill tempered

Sexuality: straight
Relationship Status: single
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
Care free
Fatal Flaw:

Habits:
Hobbies:
Drinking, brawling, sailing, fishing, f@&$ing.
Fears:

Likes:

Dislikes:

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Demigod Abilities:

• Water manipulation

General Skills:

• Sailing
• Fishing
• Farming

Combat Skills:

• Brawling
• Spear work
• Endurance / resilience

Magic Item:

• Mug of Endless ale:
  Wrongly named, this mug has swivelling runestones for the handle allowing for many combinations. Each combination can be used to record what ever liquid is currently in the mug and then recreate it endlessly. It mostly just has various ales, some of which have magical properties.
  Ale of loose lips
  Ale of vigor

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing -
• Purse/Wallet -

Possessions In Hotel Room:
(What Does he or she keep at their hotel room, anything from weapons, trophies they have take while on quests, and any other personal possessions they have.)

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Biography Born to a Frankish missionary Vigon never really fit in or was accepted. Back in his mother’s homeland they were ridiculed and chased out for the story of his conception and her troubled religious beliefs. Moving back to where he was born amongst the Danes things were not much better there either.

His mother’s different background, jumbled beliefs and wild claims made Vigon the focus of much ire and brutality. They had a hard life ahead of them but it was made slightly easier when they were eventually taken in by a lonely fisherman.
The fisherman was a heartless crippled ex-warrior simply awaiting his inglorious death, drinking to pass the time until it came. He was a drunk and a violent one at that. The man had little but always a tankard of ale could be found in his hand not that Vigon ever knew where the ale came from.
While not a great father he still did the job where none other were present. He taught Vigon how to survive the world, but most importantly he taught him how to survive it alone.

Vigon wasn’t always alone though, in his early teen years he was blessed with a younger sister. As a young adult he fortunate to find his wife. Vigon grew to became a capable farmer and fisherman, looking after his family and providing for them. However this semblance of peace only lasted several years before everything was suddenly and unexpectedly taken away from him. His mother, his sister, his wife, their unborn child and his house was gone. The only thing the raiders left was the crippled angry old man.

Vengeance filled Vigons heart and the next few years saw him initiate himself into a raiding team. He had to work, crawl, and climb his way up from lower than the bottom. He was a nothing who endured every type of hardship and humility just to get a place on their boat. But by the time he finally had, with a few successful raids under his belt, he was sent to aid instead of attack his sworn enemy.

Vigon’s vengeance clouded his mind. He did not see the mockery or lies of his comrades for what they were. He was encouraged to challenge the rival clan believing it would lead to retribution, but it never did nor would.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Vigon, in a matter of years, became a warrior and fought for his name and his family. His death came while seeking revenge on a misleading quest.
It was a fair, honest and fierce duel. A one on one challenge that saw both combatants die.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Gerrik Roar Halfden
Aliases:
Age: 28
Birthday: January 21st
Death Date: March 14th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Copenhagen, Denmark
Godly Parent: Aegir
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since 8th century
Gender: Male
Languages: Old Norse, Old Franconian, French, Danish, English.

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 240lbs
Body Type: Athletic and muscular
Eye Color: Ocean blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Beneath his clothing he is littered with scars and tattoos, each telling of his hardships, trials and victories. Has a few simple piercings.
Personal Style: His style has adapted over his long stay at the hotel, growing and changing with the times and newcomers but it always holds homage to his Viking roots. He likes his clothing simple, of natural fabrics and plain colours. He is often adorned in silver jewellery. Rings, thick earrings and a solid necklace.

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Brave * Impulsive * Resourceful * Reckless * Charming * Ill tempered

Sexuality: straight
Relationship Status: single
Personality: Gerrik is a simple man of simple pleasures. He is easy going, laid back and stress free. However, his temper can come quick and fast but passes just as easily. For this he is compared to a storm or the sea. He is quite giving in all things and oft shares what he has. He has little greed but loves to gamble and bet for the thrill of the game. He is a social creature and loves nothing more than a large feast filled with booze, women and perhaps a good fight. All things he indulges perhaps too heavily in.
Since losing his family, failing his vengeance and well, dying, he has lost his purpose and way. Sorrow always finds him in the lonely sobering hours of morning, that is until the drinking begins anew.

Fatal Flaw:
His addiction to alcohol and action. The fear of being left alone to deal with his inner demons. His failings in life. Depression.

Habits: He pushes people away when they start getting to close. He runs from responsibility. He unnecessarily sharpens his blades when bored or stressed.
Hobbies:
Drinking, brawling, sailing, fishing, gambling, throwing, f@&$ing.
Fears:

• Emotional connection or reliance.
• Claustrophobic
• Burning to death (he’s seen/heard it)

Likes:

• Alcohol
• Tattoos
• The ocean
• Knives
• Stories
• A good meal

Dislikes:

• Children
• Responsibility
• Guns
• Liars
• Descendants of Skadi

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Demigod Abilities:

• Water manipulation
• Unknown

General Skills:

• Sailing
• Fishing
• Farming
• Smithing
• Gambling
• Tattooing

Combat Skills:

• Brawling
• Small blades - throwing
• Endurance / resilience
• Disarming

Magic Item:

• Horn of Endless ale:
  Wrongly named, this mug has swivelling runestones around it allowing for many combinations. Each combination can be used to record what ever liquid is currently in the mug and then recreate it endlessly. It mostly just has various ales, some of which have magical properties.
  Ale of loose lips
  Ale of vigor
• Wolfs chain liquid metal.
  From the forge of Fenrir’s chains remained a small globe of imperfect material. Be it of the final product or an attempt before, excess material or slag residue, an incomplete or a failed link. This small light near indestructible metal refused to leave its liquid state and be of any use. Additionally after some time unattended it will simply evaporate into nothingness. Only under the strong will of one who can manipulate liquids, can it be shaped and formed into solid usable (albeit temporary) constructs.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing
• Coin pouch
• Concealed Shoe dagger
• Concealed Belt dagger
• Concealed Chest harness dagger x2
• Concealed wrist dagger
• Leather braces
• Necklace
• Boots

Possessions In Hotel Room:
Gerrik’s room is hardly that, it appears more like a small work shop and shows of utter disregard to the establishment. It is dirty, there are broken bottles strewn about and knives litter the wall.

• More knives
• Small forge and tools
• Ore
• Some books somewhere

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Biography Born to a Frankish missionary Gerrik never really fit in or was accepted. Back in his mother’s homeland they were ridiculed and chased out for his mother’s wild story of his conception at sea and the troubled conflicting religious beliefs she had because of it. Moving back to where he was born amongst the Danes, things were not much better there for them either.

His mother’s different background, jumbled beliefs and wild claims made Gerrik the focus of much ire and brutality. He grew up with few friends and had a hard life ahead of him. It was made slightly easier when he and his mother were eventually taken in by a lonely crippled fisherman.
The fisherman turned out to be a heartless ex-warrior simply awaiting his inglorious death, drinking to pass the time until it came. He was a drunk and a violent one at that. The man had little but always a tankard of ale could be found in his hand, not that Gerrik ever knew where the foul liquid that filled it came from.
While not a great father he still did the job where none other were present. He taught Gerrik how to fight, how to fish, how to throw a knife, and how to survive the world. But most importantly he taught him how to survive it alone.

Gerrik wasn’t always alone though, in his early teen years he was blessed with a younger sister. As a young adult he was fortunate to find his wife. Gerrik grew to became a capable smith and fisherman, looking after his family and providing for them. However this semblance of peace only lasted several years before everything was suddenly and unexpectedly taken away from him. His mother, his sister, his wife, their unborn child and his house was gone. The only thing the raiders left was the crippled angry old man.

Vengeance filled Gerrik’s heart and the next few years saw him initiate himself into a raiding team. He had to work, crawl, and climb his way up from lower than the bottom. He was a nothing who endured every type of hardship and humility just to get a place on their boat. He eventually pleased his jarl enough that he earned his own boat. With a few successful raids under his belt he finally had the opportunity to sail out to those who attacked his homestead, but by the time the opportunity came, he was sent instead to aid not attack his sworn enemy.

Gerrik’s vengeance clouded his mind. He did not see the mockery or lies of his comrades for what they were. He was encouraged to challenge the rival clan believing it would lead to retribution, but it never did nor would.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Gerrik, in a matter of years, became a warrior and fought for his name and his family. His death came while seeking revenge on a misleading quest. He was sent to aid raiders who had murdered his family years past. While he wanted to slaughter them all in their sleep he challenged them honourably.
It was a fair, honest and fierce duel. A one on one challenge that in the end saw both combatants die. (Anora Skadidottir)

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Theme Song:
Made of scars - Stone Sour

Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
Unaffiliated, neither Aesir or Vanir.
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