name: Sune Mathieson
age: 20
occupation: Sune has many roles. He helps out with making weapons, and gardening, though most of his roles consist of helping others with whatever trivial tasks they ask of him. In his spare time, he loves to create.

description:
> Sune's hair is long, falling just at his buttocks, and is normally seen in a single braid because whenever he wears his hair down the male clan members approach him with hidden desires. He doesn't have any facial hair which causes some confusion among the other men of the clan. His feminine features have gotten him into trouble many times over, but he is kind even to those who aren't as kind to him. Although he has feminine features, he does have a swimmer's build, lean yet muscular.

temperament:
> Sune is a ray of sunshine with whoever he meets. He always sees the good in every situation, but he understands how dangerous optimism can be and understand the reality of things, but he takes life day by day and tries his hardest to be a straightforward and positive as he can be. He can be "spicy" and "flirtatious" with certain things.

abilities:
Strengths
> Archery
> Blacksmithing/Creating
> Hand to Hand Combat
> Gardening

Weaknesses
> Anything that requires brute strength. (explained in background)
> Hunting (it's not that he sucks at it, he's more of an intellectual)

precious belongings:
> Sune's father was a huntsman, and as such, he had a special bow crafted just for Sune when he realized his son's potential with archery. Before his father died, the gift was bestowed upon him, and every day he trained and practiced with the bow until he could hit an apple off a tree farther than any other. He is the best archer in the land, at least that is the title he's earned.

background:
> Sune was born to a warrior father and a kind accepting mother. Before his father died, he taught Sune everything he could on the ways of the clan, but he didn't expect his only son to be born with such feminine qualities. Sune has always had feminine features from his face to his arms and legs, yet he always trained with the best of them to try to be manly for the sake of his father. Even still, his feminine features often got him into trouble with the other men of the clan because they would mistake him for a beautiful woman seeking more than just friendship. Sune's mother embraced her son's looks and encouraged him to embrace what he was blessed with. It was when his father passed away that Sune realized how short life can be and decided to live. He trained in other areas since his frame and muscle mass were nowhere near the other warriors of the village. While they could crush boulders with their axes and strength, he focused on honing his agility, hand-to-hand skills, and archery. His intellect was an area he excelled in and he became his own version of a Viking Warrior. His creativity allowed him to create weapons that fit him and who he was. He embraced his femininity.

dragon: Fireworm Dragon (twins)
> Vero and Vyro, twin Fireworm Dragons, who trust Sune and are cautious around others. Vero and Vyro aren't much when separate, but together they are an explosive duo. They will protect Sune at all costs. They fly, but unfortunately, they are too small to carry Sune, for that they tend to call upon the Fireworm Queen to help carry Sune.

name: Freyhild Grimsdottir
age: 38
occupation: weaver

description:
Hair color - red
Eye color - grey

Freyhild does not look her age, although you could find small wrinkles around her eyes and one or two silver hairs on her head, if you dared to take a closer look. She is tall and skinny, with almost freakishly long fingers. She has a few scars here and there, but nothing visible at first sight. Her long forearms are covered by intricate rune tattoos.

temperament: All bad things that happened to her have left her bitter and sarcastic. On the inside, she is just sad and lonely, but hides it behind a mask of irony and bickering. She can be kind and pleasant occasionally around the people she trusts, but earning that trust is hard.

abilities:
Talents:

• skilled weaver
• great at cooking
• moderate archer
• good singer (but rarely sings anymore)
• awesome at smacking people on their heads with a long wooden spoon

Blunders:

• actually fighting with weapons (wooden spoons excluded)
• making friends
• keeping friends
• ‘people skills’ in general

precious belongings:

• her husband’s and son’s arm rings
• leather bag with a bunch of ceramic flasks containing precious dyes
• a long wooden spoon

background: Freyhild and her husband Kjotve lived a happy life, just like all the other Vikings in the village. Kjotve was a raider, and a very good one, always returning from the raids with great spoils and riches and unharmed (mostly). Freyhild was a renowned weaver, her beautiful fabrics sold at a great price on markets in the neighborhooding villages. She even employed a couple of younglings to help her around her workshop, especially with creating yarn during the flax harvest and sheep shedding seasons.

They only had one son, but Thorsten turned out nicely. Strong and skillful after his father, handsome after his mother, he made them both happy. When the attack on the village came, Thorsten and Kjotve were in the first line of defense. None of them made it. Freyhild couldn’t even give them a proper Viking burial as she and the rest of the clan had to flee to save their lives.

dragon: A Razorwhip named Silverwing - an older female who has lost her eggs in an earthquake following a volcano erruption. She is still devastated from the loss, being angry and lashing out at other dragons or humans. Normally, she is very smart and playful around the people she trusts, but as with all Razorwhips, their trust is hard to come by.

Name: Singrid Ulfsdóttir

Age: 19

Occupation: warrior

Description:

• Hair color-Red
• Eye color-Blue
• Skin color-fair skinned

Singrid is by no means a frail looking individual. Her thin physique hides some very toned muscles. Often showing up even some of the strongest males of a similar age.

Temperament: Singrid holds a rather commanding demeanor. Her mannerisms and speech make it clear she is not someone to be messed with. In her younger years, when she was just a child, she was a rather shy, soft spoken individual, but she has seemed to come out of that shell quite a bit as she drew up.

Abilities:

Talents:

• Wielding an Axe
• Hunting
• Drawing

Blunders:

• Understanding when people are flirting with her (she has had many callers give up because of this)
• Doing anything slowly or quietly
• Using any sort of ranged weapons

Precious belongings: The only thing she holds near and dear to her is the blue gem that now sits in the middle of her cap’s clasp. It is the only thing she has from her parents and where she was born.

Background: Singrid was found as a toddler on a loose ship that washed up on the shores of the village the clan was chased from. The best she could describe the happenings of her parents at such a young age was that some bad people attacked her village and her parents did their best to keep her safe. Hiding her in the boat but they never came back for her and a storm hit, the boat somehow came unfastened and she was set adrift.

Once she gave her name the clan’s leaders knew she was the daughter of another nearby chieftain. An attempt was made to return her however upon arrival the village was burned to the ground and there was not a living soul in sight. So she was taken in by another family and there she stayed, slowly growing into the warrior that swore she would find out what happened to her family and village.

Dragon: (unnamed can't decide right now)

Description: His hair is red, well taken care of, groomed and braided, same as his beard which is his pride. (Don't mess with the beard!) His eyes are green with an everlasting seriousness in them. He has a broad chest and muscular arms from working in his forge all day. Fair skinned though weathered a bit from the sun. His voice is deep and when speaking he often growls at the end or beginning of a sentence.

He wears a woollen tunic and trousers and when it is really cold a vest made out of all kinds of fur or a fur lined cloak. When he is working, he wears his leather blacksmith apron over his bare chest. (It does get hot in the forge) His trusty hammer he has always with him, hanging on his belt.

He walks with pride in his step but he doesn't strut. His chin up and chest puffed up. His mouth more often than not a straight line.

Abilities: Talents: He can throw his hammer as good as he can throw an axe. He never misses what he is aiming for. Blacksmithing skill and making all and everything from nails to weapons and armor. Drinking. Making sour faces.

Sucks at: Laughing or making jokes.

Precious belongings: His hammer which was passed on to him from his father. Has been in the family for many a generation. He does not wear a helmet, because of his hair. Goes into battle with a wooden buckler and axe. (The first one he made when he was still a child.)

Background:Erik comes from a long line of blacksmiths, ever since the founding of their previous village. Erik is called after his father, Erik Erikson, who is named after his father, Erik Erikson, and he is named after his father who, you guessed it, was also called Erik Erikson. Not really original am I right but the Erikson were never an original bunch nor were they very creative. They like tradition or what would pass for them as tradition. The blacksmith trade learned from father to son, every generation perfected it bit by bit and they consider their work as pieces of art.

An Erikson is known to never laugh and Erik is no exception. Rumour has it that the person who can make an Erikson laugh will be granted his wish and see it immediately fulfilled. Many have tried and all have failed. He can come across as grumpy because of that and most of the time you would be right but still he is always ready to heat up his forge to help or repair a clan member in need.

Other than his love for the forge, he also loves eating and drinking which can be seen on his well shaped belly.

On his good day, his frown is slightly less and he might whistle while working.

On his bad days, his frown is much like it always is and he pounds his hammer twice as fast and thrice as hard on the anvil.

He has a secret though and will possibly surprise you but...on every stormy night, he looks at his reflection in the mirror while holding his hammer proudly and pretends he is the God of Thunder himself.

Dragon: He never really thought about dragons. But the fiery breath of a dragon could keep the fires of the forge burn longer and hotter without the need of bellows....Hmm.

Name: Revna Jónsdóttir
Age: 24
Occupation: Medicine Woman

Description: Revna has fine features with long, dark hair that she prefers to keep unbound most of the time; and is often found in an unkempt braid when she is scavenging for herbs or absorbed in making her legendary liniments. She has penetrating dark brown eyes that can discern poisonous plants from the life-giving ones with impressive accuracy, witnessing on occasion things that are just beyond the perception of a regular person. She is usually spotted in dark clothes and odd, garish jewelry that many of her clanswomen think to be indecent, but Ravna is not a woman who is bashful or restrained in her self-expression. Despite her striking raven-like features that can be quite intimidating when provoked, she is a relatively small woman who never grew beyond her petite 5'3 frame --- significantly being dwarfed by most of her tall, Valkyrean counterparts.

Temperament: Revna has a bit of an eccentric disposition and a heightened instinct for self-preservation, but her skill with medicine-making and nursing eventually disarms most men, women, children (and dragons). She has a no-nonsense attitude and prefers to keep to herself when there is no one calling on her for her services. Quick to love, hate, and every other emotion in between, Revna has a wild, untamed inner world that she keeps protected at all costs. Much to her despair, the passionate, fiery blood of her Romanifolk ancestors reminds her frequently that she has one foot in two diametrically opposed worlds and can never be a complete "whole". Besides her craft, she enjoys dancing, eating good food, and wearing beautiful clothes.

Abilities: *Medicine-making
*Rune Divination
*Basic midwifery and nursing skills (wounds, bleeding cuts, burns, and the like)
*Cooking

Sucks at: *Controlling her temper/mouth
*Diplomacy
*Blending in
*Following orders

Precious belongings: A set of runes (which belonged to her mother), her mortar and pestle, and a book of standard recipes passed down to her from her Viking grandmother.

Background: Revna was the bastard child of a renowned Viking war chief Jón Odinson, who met her Romanifolk mother during one of his major exploits. Ada's traveling caravan stood no chance against the shieldmen of the cold, harsh North --- towering, all-powerful monsters who would reduce families like hers to ashes and dust in a day. Perhaps it was a past-life connection or Jón's compassion that made this meeting fated in many ways, but it did not end in bloodshed. He brought her back to their little settlement, scandalizing the whole village with this strange, witch-like woman on his arm.

Over time, however, they saw her skill with plants and medicines, and she became instrumental in treating the sick and wounded when they returned from hunting or battle. Jón met his end in a tragic shipwreck a year later, unable to see his baby girl's face when she was born. Ada --- heartbroken but stubborn; just like all the women in her family, raised Revna by herself, teaching her the mystical healing properties of Mother Nature (and more secretly the art of rune casting).

Revna had a difficult time integrating with her community due to her "differentness" from the rest of her folk. When Ada succumbed to a mysterious, fatal illness that consumed her body a few years later, Revna was left to fend for herself and decide where to go from there. She now lives in a small shelter house that was allocated to her by the grace of the Hog Morsan herself when the truce was made. Her home also doubless as a make-shift medicine shop and nursing station, which is only a shadow of her mother's glorious workshop back home, before they were driven out mercilessly.

Dragon: Revna was told by her grandmother that she would never have a dragon companion due to her impure blood, but on days when the moon is dark her mind's eye blazes with visions of a black-winged creature that calls her name.

Within Sjöberg history, their ancestors were the ones within two famous folk stories: The Master Theif, and the Thunderstone. It is said that their 5th Gen Grandfather, Jørgen Sjöberg, a retired seaman who became a poor cottager, had three sons. His youngest, Try's namesake, was the famed Master Thief who proved his skills to the king's head squire for his daughter's hand in marriage. With abilities proven and happily married, he soon was hired by the king as his Royal Merchant, and he and his wife traveled around the world at the king's liking - acquiring many treasures at other's expense. Within his travels, Trygve acquired the very rare Thunderstone - a myth among men, it is a Prehistoric stone that is found in areas where lightning strikes. It is said to behold untold healing and protection properties. It can be used to create unbreakable weapons that loyally protect the wielder, and used for sigil jewelry to protect the wearer.

Now Trygve and Eerika never truly considered these old family stories to be true due to the folklore tag now associated with them. But Try's older daggers and Rika's older axes, given to them by their great grandfather and mother before their passing, proved the story otherwise. Both are created with Thunderstone. They have never chipped, stained, cracked, molded, or weakened in all their years; and both weapons seem to be attuned to each of them in a sense that they don't have to think about them at all in order for them to claim their hands. For some odd reason, whenever they are in dire danger, those particular weapons just find their places within their palms. Strange, yes - but because of their significance and success whenever they use them, these items are their most sacred family treasures.

They both are children of a generational curse that has followed them all their lives. The Master Thief stories are slight truth and false, which holds significance with those who believe in such old tales. Therefore, seeing Try as a roguish being, and Rika as a merchant, strangers who know the Sjöberg legends instantly assume they're too untrustworthy for business. They've gone through most of their young lives proving otherwise. Only those who have watched these two grow through their summers know they are as true to their hearts as they are to their words. However, for those who don't believe in the honesty of thieves and wish for them to prove themselves through blade and blood - they prove themselves just fine.

Avoiding such personal battles these days keeps Rika landbound and Try hidden away. Rika's taken up learning herbology for healing and learning more about caring for dragons at the hatchery. Try keeps himself in the woods, learning about the abundance they offer their horde and mapping the lands around their village. He also tends to the husbandry of the various herds in the village, and aids in protection from outsiders through various traps tucked away - marked by runes only the horde knows how to decipher.

The recent attack on their village took the lives of their parents. Rika moves on without mourning but seems to hate the world around her unless she's near the sea or focusing on her studies to veil those dark memories. Try blames himself for the entire attack - being one of the village's sharpest points - he failed to notice the oncoming attack, and even though his traps stopped plenty from entering the village by foot, the air attacks... Not many could see their coming - except for his keen eyes... But still, he missed those too. So, he's hiding in the woods or keeping busy in the stables and barns to keep his demons at bay.

Name: Æsa Ormrdóttir
Meaning: hairy dragon-daughter
Age: 18
Occupation: outcast/orphan
Appearance: A young woman with wild orange hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She is fairly small, standing at roughly 5'1" and 127 lbs. She is limber, flexible, and toned. She is usually bloody or dirty. She prefers to wear plain clothes in shades of green or brown, to help camouflage, or animal furs. Feathers, teeth, claws, or bones are usually found somewhere in her hair or clothing.
Temperament: Aesa's personality is as wild as her hair. She is practically feral, only having stayed with the clan for a short time. She knows very little spoken language and prefers to use gestures, growls, and grunts to communicate. She is highly distrusting of humans, impulsive, and quick to anger and lash out or retreat. On the other hand, Aesa is loyal and protective of those she trusts and works well as a part of a team.

Abilities:
* Climbing and acrobatics
* Tracking and hunting
* Wilderness survival
* Communicating with dragons.

Weaknesses:
* Communicating with people
* Integrating into society
* Cooking, sewing, or any skilled trade.

Precious Belongings:
* A stuffed toy dragon her parents had given her before their disappearance
* A blow dart salvaged from the wreckage of her village
* A wolf-skin cloak made from one of her own kills
*A red invisibility cloak made from shed changewing skins.

History: Aesa's mother and father were respected warriors in the Viking tribe that originally settled Astgard. After a particularly devastating battle, the village was destroyed and the survivors were forced to flee. Aesa was left for dead in the wreckage of her home, but by the gods' mercy, a mother changewing found the crying child and raised her as her own.
For fifteen years Aesa learned to live with and to be a changewing, though she took much longer than her dragon-siblings to leave the nest. There was often bickering and fighting between her mother dragon, the matriarch of the pack, and the patriarch. With time the girl proved her worth, eventually killing an alpha wolf that had badly wounded the patriarch.
It was only just recently that Aesa and her pack discovered the new settlement. After stalking and watching the village for some time, the Hog Moran invited her to join the clan. With a little bit of encouragement from her dragon-mother, and the kindness of the Hog Moran, she came out of hiding and has since been trying to find her place.



Name: tbd
Meaning: tbt
Gender: Female
Age: not yet born
Temperment: tbt

Abilities:
* Spits flammable oil-based insoluble acid that corrodes organic matter, stone, and some metals
* Can create a spark using special teeth to ignite their acid.
* A hypnotic gaze
* Had octopus-like camouflage that renders her nearly invisible, with some distortion.

Weaknesses:
* Camouflage requires concentration. It is much easier to camouflage effectively while staying still or while on the ground. Only the most experienced of changewing can camouflage while flying.
* This means that she may have trouble maintaining camouflage when frightened
* Must be close to her target to use her hypnotic gaze, and can only hypnotize one individual at a time
* Smoke and gas can be used to reveal her location
* Due to her camouflaging ability, her skin is softer and less heat-resistant than most dragons.

History: tbt