Name: Sinfjotli
If in day of doom
One deathless stands,
Who death hast tasted
And dies no more,
The Serpent-Slayer,
Seed of Woden,
Then all shall not end, nor Earth perish…
…for one they waited,
the World’s Chosen…
Title: The False World's Chosen
Class: Berserker
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sinfjotli is a strikingly handsome youth with dark hair, a full beard and noble features. He is a large man, solidly built, over 6 feet tall and clad in a bright white chainmail byrnie that comes down almost to his knees. His eyes, framed by a spangenhelm of bright polished steel as white as snow, are grey and penetrating, quick to gleam with either mischievousness or malice. Despite his fine dress he carries a savage air about him, his skin while fair and smooth is marked with innumerable scars. Across his back is slung the pelt of a huge black wolf which trails behind him like a cloak. Its head reaches over his shoulder to lie upon his breast while the sightless holes of its eyes seem to still stare balefully at whoever he is facing.
Height: 196 cm
Weight: 95 kg
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality: Sinfjotli is a moody man, kind and jovial but prone to sudden passions and wrath. Though he is often easy going when something impresses him the wrong way he is quick to anger, at which point he becomes implacable, unreasonable and merciless. He feels entitled to a great destiny and is bitter that it was taken from him, making him constantly sensitive to imagined slights.
Bio: Sinfjotli was born as the fulfillment of a promise. The Son of Sigmund's sister Signy of the line of the Volsung's it was believed by Sigmund that he was the fulfillment of the Volsung Prophecy, the ancient compact between the Volsung Clan and Odin promising that each generation would be stronger than the last untill it produced the World's Chosen, the foremost mortal champion of the gods at Ragnarok who will ensure the rebirth of the new world.
The Volsung clan, always cursed with terrible fortune had been all but destroyed by the King Siggeir who betrayed them after marrying Signy because Sigmund would not yield the sword Gram to him. It was the family's lowest point, with Sigmund on the run living as an outlaw, and Signy bound in marriage to the man who had killed her family. Still the two siblings maintained faith and every 10 years Signy would send the son she had born by her terrible husband to Sigmund to test him and see if he was the World's Chosen. Each year however they failed the tests of courage that Sigmund set before them.
When the ten year old Sinfjotli approached Sigmund the old warrior tested him by sewing the sleeves of his shirt into his flesh, and challenging the boy to stick his hand into a flour sack containing an adder. Unlike his siblings however Sinfjotli neither cried out in pain nor shrunk back in fear. He passed the trials, catching the adder and crushing it to death with his bare hands. Every other test that Sigmund set before him he similarly conquered untill at last the old Volsung rejoiced, for it was clear to him that the promise of Odin had been fulfilled and the World's Chosen stood before him.
Little did Sigmund know that this could not be further from the truth, for Sinfjotli was a bastard and contaminated with incest. Signy, despising her husband and fearing that all her children would be craven if they were the sons of Siggeir had disguised herself as another woman and stolen away into the woods to sleep with Sigmund her brother to conceive the child.
Unaware of this Sigmund raised Sinfjotli telling him of his destiny as the World's Chosen, and that he would win his glory by avenging the Volsung family against Siggeir. The two ventured forth into the world together, Sigmund training Sinfjotli in the ways of the warrior and growing ever more pleased as he grew stronger than Sigmund himself. One night as they were moving through the woods they came upon a pair of brigands fast asleep clothed in nothing but the skins of enormous wolves. Slaying the men, they took their wolfskins and found that they were capable of assuming the shapes of huge wolves themselves. Together they set out, hunting and slaying travelers along the roads.
Though both slew many travelers, Sigmund was conservative, killing only when necessary, while Sinfjotli was reckless and terrible, slaughtering any he came across without mercy. Eventually he was confronted by a band of 11 great warriors, and undaunted he set upon them. Though the fight was fierce in the end he dispatched them all, but was wounded in the throat, the one place of weakness in his wolf shape. He would have died, but Sigmund came upon him and pressed a leaf to the wound in his throat, whereupon Sinfjotli immediately sprung to his feet, all his wounds healed in an instant.
Using their strength at arms and their newfound lycanthropy they fought against and evaded Siggeir and his men time and time again, at one point escaping from a barrow that he had locked them in together.
Eventually they infiltrated Siggeir's hall, slew his guards and made an end of Siggeir himself, though Signy died the very same night. Though it was unnecessary Sinfjotli cruelly slew both of Siggeir's young sons. Though they were only children and he believed them to be his brothers he showed them no mercy, shedding their blood to further insult the man he believed to be his father.
Having avenged the Volsung clan Sinfjotli and Sigmund ventured out into the world once more, wandering aimlessly for a while as mercenaries and brigands until at last they came to Hunland and with their band of outlaws captured the town and installed Sigmund as King. For many years they ruled together conquering all around them and slaying seven other Kings who rose up to challenge them in battle. Altogether Sinfjotli faught 8 great battles, winning them all and establishing himself as the greatest warrior of his generation.
The curse of the Volsungs was still in motion however, and Odin would allow no bastard to win the glory intended for the World's Chosen. Sinfjotli though the strongest Volsung who ever lived till then, and a hero without equal in his time, did not possess the character of the World's Chosen. He slew to many and to eagerly to ever win the love of his countrymen or of the gods, and many in his father's own cort despised him for slaying their relatives who had marched with the defeated kings.
Sinfjotli was poisoned one night during a feast, falling dead in an instant after drinking a single sip of poisoned wine. Not having died in battle nor earned the love of his countrymen there was no way that he could be the World's Chosen.
The death of the child who Sigmund had believed to be the savior of the Volsungs for so long devastated the old man. Broken and in despair Sigmund carried his body out into a fiord where Odin was waiting for him to carry the body away.
The death of Sinfjotli was the end for Sigmund for he lost the will to rule When the next king arose to challenge him Sigmund went into battle against his host and was slain by Odin himself, the legendary sword Gram breaking on his spear shaft.
Because of Sinfjotli the true Worlds Chosen, Sigurd would be raised away from his family and endure many hardships eventually leading to his own doom. Though they existed a generation apart from each other Sigurd and Sinfjotli are brothers, hero's in equal measure to one another save that destiny favored the pure born child.
Now intered within the Throne of Heroes Sinfjotli has darkened, his last days of dying from poison and the realization that he was not what he thought he was has filled him with hatred of Sigurd and his legacy. He desires to use the Grail to change his destiny, taking Sigurds place as the True Worlds Chosen before initiating Ragnarok on the world.
Weapons: Sinfjotli wields an ornate norse broadsword and silver shafted long spear, alongside a gold rimmed round shield slung over his back. He can fight with any combination of these.
Parameters:Strength: B (A)
Endurance: B (A)
Agility: A
Mana: C
Luck: E
Class Skills:Mad Enhancement: D
Strength and Endurance parameters are up. Language ability is simple. Continuing complex thoughts over long periods of time are difficult.
Personal Skills:Eye of the Mind (False): A
A powerful natural sixth sense for combat that has been refined by long battle experience. At this rank Sinfjotli
is capable of fighting on the level of some of the most skilled warriors in legend, quickly seeing through all but the most perfect of combat maneuvers and picking out his enemys flaws in an instant. Even when utilizing Mad Enhancement his skill remains nearly unaffected due to sense of self status vs his enemy being second nature by this point.
Battle Continuation: C
At this rank the Servant is capable of impressive feets of uncany endurace, able to fight on with wounds that would ordinarily be considered cripling. It is even possible to remain alive with deadly injuries, though he cannot fight.
Disengage: C
An outlaw most his life Sinfjotli is a highly accomplished skirmisher, capable of evading even skilled trackers with a decent margin of success.
Animal Dialogue B
Capable of highly fluent and comprehensive communication, though only with Wolves.
Noble Phantasm:Name: Ulvskind
Title: Wolf Skin of the Royal Outlaw
Rank: A+
NP Type: Anti Unit (Self)
Range: 0
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: The pelt of an immense wolf made into a draping coat that fans out behind its wearer like a cape. It is the cursed skin of a wolf made by an unknown Galdrman and taken by Sinfjotli and his father from a band of brigands during their travels. Upon wearing it Sinfjotli gained the power of shapeshifting, able to don the form of a monster wolf.
With the activation of this Noble Phantasm, Sinfjolti becomes a Monstrous Beast Wolf. In his wolf form Sigmund is particularly immense, of a size never seen in wolves of modern times, and he is large enough to be ridden by smaller humans. All of Sinfjolti's physical parameters jump off the Servant scale in this form, becoming those of a Monstrous Beast Phantasmal Creature, comparable to those summoned by Powerful Noble Phantasms, or utilized by the Rider Class.
His sense of smell and hearing skyrocket as well, enabling him to track, pursue or evade enemys with the uncanny skill of a beast. He gains a powerful healing factor which enables him to recover from injuries received via ordinary means within seconds, though he is more vulnerable to Servants renowned as Monster Hunters. He possesses a weak point on the left side of his neck which cannot heal save with the aid of another.
Because of his bestial nature however Sinfjotli loses his senses as a human, becoming capable of communicating only with wolves or other Servants who possess the Animal Dialogue ability. He becomes distinctly more bloodthirsty and arrogant in this form and will happily set upon and devour ordinary humans. His Master will maintain a sufficient connection with him to be seen as a comrade, but control will become difficult, even more so than when using Mad Enhancement. When combined with his Wolf form Mad Enhancement further boosts his ability, but results in a savage uncontrollable state that becomes extreamly difficult for a Master to direct, comparable to a Berserker with an exceedingly high Mad Enhancement score.