[CHAR] Crossrealm: The Stage Of History

[hagroden]

Herleif Felman Brynjar

(Air-Lif Fell-men Brin-Jar)



Three winters after the Battle of Hafrsfjord, Herleif awoke in Kruxgard, what many call the "Cross-Realm." He believed himself to be Twenty Seven Winters of Age, though his slumber could have lasted milleniums.

Herleif was a warrior of enormous stature, a few heads taller than a horse, and his weight was that of boulders.

He was proficient with the weapons he carried on his back, but he had mastered the use of Hectgrad, a pair of battle axes he used in combat. These axes were capable of being thrown as well, providing him the ability to battle in both close-quarters and ranged settings.

Herleif was born twenty four winters before the great battle of Hafrsfjord, in a time of extreme tension as the great lands of Scandinavia began to inch closer and closer to unification under a single monarch. Unification was something he believed in with his heart and soul, and something he helped enforce with his axes. Born amongst Jarl's, the Brynjar clan was infamous for producing enormous, savage warriors, but he brought new fame to his clan's name through his own immense size and fortitude. Herleif followed after his Father, a stoic man of nobility, someone who didn't talk often, but when he did, even the king would fall silent. Being born into a wealthy class, Herleif was able to begin his own expeditions earlier than most, and due to his enormous size and savagery in battle he soon earned the title "The Giant of Norway." Despite his age, he lacked the sense of arrogance carried by many younger warriors, and instead sported a deep sense of Pride and Humility for his Clan's name. He would never boast of his own accomplishments, but saw to it that any who disrespected the name of his Forefathers would see a swift death.

CS Translation

Appearance: See Image Above
Name: Herleif Felman Brynjar
Time Period: 875 AD
Age: 27
Height: 6'5
Weight: 345
Favourite Weapon: Dual Battle Axes.
Bio/Personality: See above
Other: Current Loadout (Will update as more weapons are acquired)

• Armour
• Battle Axe

[Card Captor]

Name: Morty Rackham (pronounced RACKem)
Time Period: 1766
Age: 26
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200
Favourite Weapon: Diplomacy (his flintlock pistol)
Bio/Personality: Morty was born to a wealthy English family. His father owned a well off shipping company located in southern New Forest. While they might not have been a part of the nobility, they were still happy...and then the Seven Years War happened. The very year that prototype world war began, the Rackham home was ransacked, and his parents were killed. Morty himself was able to escape and hide out until the assailants left. With his entire life in shambles, there was only one thing left to keep him going; revenge. Due to his father owning a shipping company, he was quite familiar with boats, so he was able to get a job on one to support himself. However only a few days after it left port, it was attacked by pirates.

Before the war, pirates had been a sort of boogyman to young Morty; the greatest thorn in his father's side, and by extension, his as well. Now though; the lifestyle looked promising. He had doubts that a simple law abiding sailor could ever uncover the conspiracy that had taken the lives of his parents...but a pirate, that had potential. His mind made up, Morty quickly signed up with the pirate crew, much to their shock and amusement. Over the next six years, Morty worked his way up in the pirate world, learning everything he could. All the while, he managed to use his new connection to the underworld to find the people who killed his parents. On the final year of the war, Morty found the mastermind behind the attack; the Count of Hampshire. With his final target found, Morty led a raid on his ship when he was on holiday. When Morty came face to face with the man, the count was quick to beg for his life, Morty's response was this:

"Spare ye life? Ye clearly have no idea who I be. Me moniker be Morty Reckham, son 'o Jonathan Reckham. Th' man ye had killed fer his business. Killin' ye has be th' only thin' bin wanted since that day"

With that said; Morty ended his life.

After he had finally gotten his revenge, Morty found himself without a purpose. He had devoted so much of his time and energy into getting his revenge, that now that he had it, he had no idea where to go next. So for lack of anything else to do, he continued with his life of crime. Eventually however, he was caught and identified as the man who killed the Count of Hampshire. Deciding to go out with a bang, Marty escaped from his cell and reclaimed his trusty flintlock pistol, with then intent of causing as much hell as he could. However, he somehow found himself trapped in a strange world.

Marty is a rather easygoing guy for a pirate. All he really needs is good food, good drink, good company, and adrenaline pumping through his veins. He can put up with a lot (with a much greater level of tolerance for accidents), but his wrath only has 3 settings; off, turbo, and maximum overdrive. He won't harm innocents, or people who haven't done anything to him, but his morals become a lot looser when people he really doesn't like are concerned.

[Eisenhorn]

Appearance

Name: Nakashima Minoru

Time Period: 1582

Age: 48

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 147lbs

Favourite Weapon: Katana

Bio/Personality:
Born into the Samurai caste late into 1534, Nakashima Minoru was the first and only son of his lineage and, of course, would be raised and trained in the ways of Bushido, the intricacies of which were lost on many Western foreigners. Trained in the art of War as well as learning to read, write, engage in high level mathematics, he would find himself well prepared for whatever the future threw into his path. He showed an unnatural grace with the katana, a weapon that typified the Samurai and often was the first and last thing noticed by the outsider. Barely considered an adult, after spending his entire childhood training, his family was disgraced in scandal by rivals and his father, after his wife and daughter vanished, committed ritual suicide rather than suffer further disgrace and dishonor. This left the task of beheading his father to Nakashima, who carried out the task with grim necessity. Left without family or clan, Nakashima was forced into the role of the Ronin, something that would suit him very well as the years went on.

Nakashima would sell his services to the Takeda Clan as well as the Oda Clan, the former usually during the various battles of Kawanakajima, the fourth of which left him with the battle scars he now bears under his armor and giving him the focus and calm that carried his survival and success through other battles, and to the Oda clan when not in the employ of the Takeda. This free wheeling fortune would often carry him from battle to battle, leaving the employ of Takeda to join the Oda Clan in their battles, only to turn back to Takeda Clan to join in their battle. Nakashima's loyalty seemed to be to whomever between the two could pay him, in the blood of enemies as readily as in coin, throwing himself into the fray of the thickest parts of a battle with the rage and strength of the legendary Oni, something that would earn him a grim reputation amongst allies and enemies alike, and something that would lead to his downfall.

Nakashima was in the employ of Oda Clan in the year 1582, at Honnō-ji temple to aid in the guard of Oda Nobunaga alongside the garrison within Kyoto itself. Of course, history does not allow such idle legends, so the betrayal by Akechi Mitsuhide, Samurai general of Nobunaga, would strike as Nakashima found himself standing alongside the garrison of Kyoto. Seeing an impossible situation, with no escape, Nakashima chose to throw himself into the fray as always, with only his lightweight armor and masterfully forged Katana, bearing Kanji worn beyond the ability to read, slaughtering as many of the traitors as he could reach. The burning temple of Honnō-ji signalled the death of Oda Nobunaga, his employer, but with his back to a literal wall, there was little place to go. As the house he was holding out in was put to the torch, he threw himself out the window of the structure, tumbling from the wall of Kyoto, awaking instead in a strange land with stranger people. But, Nakashima noted, he was indeed alive and armed still, and that meant a chance to continue making his path through the world, his own way.

As a warrior, Nakashima Minoru is a very well spoken, intelligent man who's grasp of higher learning and reading is often a surprising thing to others. His tone, outside of a fight, is often quiet and respectful, but carries its own weight that would, to many a jest, outweigh the man himself. His loyalty to coin, and a good fight, creates a rather free spirited approach to life, living day by day, concerned not with the long term or where he is going in life. He lives for the journey, life on the edge of a blade, dancing its razor edge in contest with other warriors who cross his path. The chance to fight a new foe, to spill new blood, is something he lives for, coming truly alive when blades are drawn and the drums of war are sounded. Needless to say, for those who are not as intently focused on war as Nakashima, it can be a bit off putting. For those who fight as fiercely, for the sake of fighting, well, they'll find a fast friend in the Ronin.

[Bluetommy]

The Knight

Edmund Redwood

Appearance: ^{Edmund in full armor.}

Time Period: 1445

Age: 37

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 160 lbs

Favourite Weapon: Flail

Bio/Personality: Born the third son of a baron, Edmund Redwood was a squire of little renown, his elder brothers Walter and Robert being knights and nobles of high standing. Edmond's father Achard was a well known supporter of the house of Lancaster, holding many a royal office and serving at Agincourt alongside King Henry the Fifth.

At the battle of Verneuil he was squiring for a knight of King Henry the Sixth's retinue, a large man, with smarts comparable to that of a goat. During the battle, squire and knight charged a spear-wall, a move that cost the knight his life. Thrown to the ground, Edmund grabbed the fallen knight's flail and began smashing through the spearmen, one at a time. Despite taking wounds, Edmund demonstrated just how fast a knight in full armor could actually be, more than keeping up with the leather armored spearmen, smashing in skulls, and, along with the survivors of that same charge which had cost Edmund a master, defeating nearly the entire unit with little help. For his valor and skill, Edmund was knighted by the king himself. Settling down and having two children with an Elanor Triston, Edmund lived peacefully and without conflict. Despite this, an unknown group of assassins stormed his home. Edmund managed to kill four of them, but a knife cut brought an infection that no amount of bloodletting could stop. Pale and coughing up phlegm and pus, Edmund spent his last moments reading a letter sent from the Duke of York, an enticement to join his service for an unstated purpose. With his dying breaths, Edmund told his wife to write to York, as he himself was too weak to write, he dictated a scathing assault on York for daring to suggest he challenge his loyalty to the house of Lancaster, finishing the statement with a "You must have learned many lessons in cowardice from the French, Duke Richard."

Expiring soon after finishing the letter, Edmund was startled to realize he was still alive, and had awoke in a place between worlds, fully armored and on horseback.

Edmund has a great want for attention, is very loud and boastful, greedy and not one to give anything to anyone. Despite this, Edmund is kind and has a strong sense of justice, and, unlike many of his peers, his boasts have solid backing, for Edmund is a skilled warrior, especially when wielding a flail. Flails were often known to knights as the hardest of their weaponry to use effectively, due to their unique construction and often pattern-less motion, these exact reasons are why Edmund excels with the flail, while the movements may seem random and uncontrollable, Edmund knows exactly where the head is, how bent the chain is, and how to make it hit harder.

[Moonman]

The Legionary

Name: Anatolius the Hellene

Time Period: 394 A.D.

Age: 35

Height: 185cm

Weight: 93kg

Favourite Weapon: Spatha (and depending on how one views it, the Scutum as well)

Bio: Anatolius is a man of Greek birth, hailing from a family of carpenters. Having been baptised by a Nicene priest, Anatolius' early years were heavily influenced by faith and hard labour, forging him into a man of strength, piety, and staunch morals. In the nineteenth year of his life (379 A.D.), Anatolius would leave his humble beginnings to enlist in one of the empire's many field armies, the comitatenses. Under Theodosius, the recently ascended emperor in the east, Anatolius would first see combat against the Goths in Macedonia. However, Rome did not win the day, and the survivors were sent limping back to Thessalonica.

With assistance from Gratian, Emperor in the west, the Goths were temporarily repulsed. It was during these times that Theodosius declared that Rome would embrace Nicene Christianity as the state religion, and worked to promulgate it throughout the empire's holdings. As for the conflict with the Goths, it would ultimately be settled through a treaty permitting them to settle below the Danube, on the condition that they agree to fight for the Empire (382 A.D.).

In the following year, Gratian was assassinated, leaving the pre-adolescent Valentinian II as Emperor in the west; furthermore, the general Magnus Maximus usurped the throne, and proclaimed himself emperor. Unable to challenge the usurper at present, Theodosius would remain patient, and allow Magnus to 'legitimize' his claim over Gaul and Britain. Anatolius was called into service once more in 387, so as to retaliate against Magnus Maximus' invasion of Italy. Magnus' army was shattered in the Battle of the Save, and his supporters were slain in subsequent battles. Ultimately, Magnus was executed, seeing the (effectively powerless) Valentinian II restored as Emperor in the west. For all intents and purposes, Flavius Theodosius Augustus was the sole emperor.

In recognition of his valiance in the war to depose the usurper, Anatolius was assigned to serve in the Herculiani Iuniores. Thus, he would continue to serve proudly under the Magister Militum Praesentalis, one of the two senior generals directly below the Emperor himself.

Anatolius' final campaign would occur some years later (394), resulting from yet another succession crisis. Following a failed initial assault against the armies of the usurper Eugenius, Theodosius' forces were assisted by the heavens themselves, as great cyclonic winds served to break the enemy lines. But, just as victory was assured, disaster befell Anatolius. A bolt of lightning, emanating seemingly from nowhere, struck his sword. Rather than slay him where he stood, the bolt instead whisked Anatolius away from the field, and deposited the legionary in a wholly separate plane of existence.

Personality: For the most part, Anatolius is a humble and reserved man, more inclined to attribute his successes to divine providence or combined effort rather than his own talent. He refrains from indulging in what he considers 'material excesses,' and seeks to live an ordered and regimented life. In the heat of battle, however, the courage for which his fellows knew him becomes apparent. With rousing rhetoric (and a penchant for shouting), he is adept at rallying his comrades against what may appear to be insurmountable odds. While lacking a formal education in tactical matters, the battlefield has served as a teacher in its own right, granting Anatolius an almost instinctual ability to acknowledge and react to changing situations in combat.

Reference for armour/weapons, but with the mail replaced by
the scale hauberk shown here; note the throwing darts.
Emblem for the scutum
Note: In regards to his name, to my understanding, Christian Romans preferred a single name system, while the praenomens and cognomens of old became more akin to titles for powerful officials (e.g. Flavius Theodosius Augustus). As the character is a man of low status, I decided a single name made the most sense.

[SheriffLlama]

Kyro Hotaka

Name: Kyro Hotaka
Time Period: 1635
Age: 29
Height: 5'9 / 1.75 Meters
Weight: 165 Pounds / 74 KG
Favourite Weapon: Kusarigama (Chain & Sickle)
Bio/Personality:
Kyro is a very tough man. He has a calm mind, especially in the heat of conflict. He is hyper observant and has inhuman reflexes. He can blend into the dark with little trouble and his emotions are as visibly unseen as his kills.

Kyro is a man from the Takamuko clan, but was banished at the age of 16, for his "cowardice in batttle." The shogun that ordered his exile saw his skill in moving with the shadows as dishonorable and demonic. As warmongers, the Takamuko clan was comprised of many samurai, mixed with hired Ronin. They saw the shaded ninjas as dishonorable, and the Shogun gave orders to kill any ninjas on sight unless he gave other notice.

Meanwhile, Kyro ventured to a farm village that suffered from attacks from two other clans that clashed violently, with disregard for the village inhabitants. When Kyro and the others decided that it was time to retaliate, an old man did his best to guide Kyro to hone his skills and trained him to follow the path of a ninja. Armed with what tools they could find, Kyro and the men of the village fought against both sides, whichever giving them the best outcome at the time. They moved in such secret that the Shoguns of the warring clans knew nothing of their identities.

When the clans moved their battles elsewhere, Kyro and his companions decided to form a secret clan of ninja, who sold their services to the clans that warred across japan.

[Vas Khaleen]

Appearance:

Name: Ixtli

Time Period: 1,260 BC

Age:24

Height:6'1

Weight:180lbs

Favourite Weapon:Wooden ball club

Bio/Personality:Ixtli was born on the remote and infamous Amazonian Islands at the height of their civilization, however she wasn't born on the main Isle but instead on a smaller spit of land forty miles away; the terrain changing from the slightly flat open plains and large fields to a dense and savage jungle. Hers was the largest and most dominant tribe on the Isle and like the mainlanders it was comprised of all women save for a few captives for reproductive purposes. The only other inhabitants were a small offshoot tribe of around twenty no threat to Ixtli's group of a hundred and twenty, they were trained from birth to hunt and stalk the forests, and disputes were often settled with blood; this made each woman a formidable fighter.

A surprise came to the tribe in the form of Greek explorers, a small band of warriors seeking a way to sneak around the more powerful mainland for Greek armies; the group numbered only fifty including the crew of the ship. The welcoming was less than hospitable as both groups had no trust for one another, the Greeks were massacred and their ship ripped apart; bringing iron weapons and tools to the tribe. However one of the sailors had survived the battle and managed to get back to his homeland to tell of the slaughter, a full year later a half dozen ships arrived around the small isle. This time bringing soldiers numbering twice that of the tribe, so Ixtli and all the warriors of the tribe awaited the men; ambushing them as the jungle confused and separated the usually well formed army. However they eventually pushed the tribe back to their village, leading to the near extinction of her people in a final battle; including Ixtli herself who chose to stay and die with honor. The Greeks leaving with only a hundred men including those wounded, their extra ships looted again by the survivors allowing them to rebuild the nearly destroyed wiped out tribe.