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Dawn Memoli

Full Name:
Dawn Evelyn Memoli

Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Rune/Location:
Kenaz, located on Dawn’s left wrist.

Rune Powers:
- Can weave temporary illusions, such as creating a door that isn’t quite there, or causing a target to hallucinate that they’re in an orange orchard. While she can make smaller illusions that can affect most within a certain radius, anything particularly complex requires her to hone in on a specific target.

- Heightened ability to understand and retain new information, allowing her grasp concepts at a faster rate than before.

Description:
Clocking in at roughly 4 foot 9 inches in boots, and without much muscle mass to speak of, Dawn isn’t exactly the most imposing figure around. Her face is soft and open, with ash-grey eyes and light skin. Her hair is black and thick, and Dawn has grown it to her hips- although, as a result, she has developed a habit of styling it in a side plait to keep it out of the way most of the time.
Dawn usually tries to “dress to impress”, donning skirts, tights, cardigans and flats to work and throughout everyday life. Winter sees her swapping to a modest sweater and slacks, and warm seasons have her lose the cardigan entirely. In more casual settings, she’ll don a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, but there’s one constant throughout many of her wardrobe changes- a hat. Regardless of setting, she’ll often be found wearing a hat of some kind, although her apparent favorite is a black sunhat.

Personality:
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft spoken and polite towards strangers and friends alike. She tends to be quite protective and maternal towards friends of hers, and makes an effort to grant a level of respect to most. However, while friendly and slower to anger than some, she is not necessarily a yes-woman- oftentimes, when made annoyed by someone or a situation, her irritation will manifest itself as a dry sort of humor and a somewhat snarky commentary. This humor tends to be present regardless, however. When genuinely angered, Dawn grows calm to the point of frigidity, becoming vengeful and keeping her grudges close at hand.
While Dawn attempts to stay composed and professional for the most part, she can quickly become taken off guard if the right buttons are pressed.

Skills:
- Has pre-existing experience with handguns, and can shoot one well enough. Carries a Bersa Thunder 380 on her person for this purpose.

- Knowledge of the law.

- After the development of her power, Dawn has taken to picking up various knacks and skills in her free time.

Weaknesses:
- Is naturally small and petite, meaning that she can be physically overpowered quite easily.

- While her illusions are naturally potent, they only last for a certain amount of time, and crafting anything particularly detailed or long-lasting will require to put more focus into the task.

- Her knowledge ability allows for her to learn at a faster rate, but that does not necessarily let her become immediately capable of a skill- for instance, Dawn might know how to weight-lift, but she physically wouldn’t be able to until she trained her body to accommodate it.

Brief History:
Dawn had a normal enough upbringing. The second child of a teacher and a lawyer, the family lived far from the edges of their city, where wargs and giants staged their attacks time and time again. It was a peaceful enough existence, and for most of her early life, the matters of the of the world were a distant thought to her.
However, sometime during her second year of middle school, there came an announcement that three of the students had gone missing. It left much of the community in a state of shock- the families had lived near the very center of the city, and, while there were signs of a struggle reminiscent to that of a warg’s attack, there were no bodies or parts left behind. Eventually, funerals were held, and the defense in that area was simply reinforced, but it left an impression in Dawn. She had known one of the three, and, while the two hadn’t been friends, it left her unsatisfied with the answer given. Dawn grew up to pursue an education in Law Enforcement, and went on to become a private investigator.
She held this position for a few years before one day, she awoke to find a marking had appeared on her wrist, and that she found herself solving cases at a faster rate than before.
And that, occasionally, her coworkers began to try grabbing mugs and opening doors that weren’t there.

The Blessed found her after a short time, and persuaded Dawn to go along. While she was more than happy to help save the world from danger, the fact that she was forced to quit her job hasn’t sat well with her. Or the fact that she is no longer allowed to visit other cities.

Other: - Enjoys cheesy films and novels.
- Is anemic, and takes iron pills to make up for it.

Gael

Full Name: Níðhöggr

Nicknames/Aliases: Gael, Gale Eden, Striker of Malice

Age: Ancient. The form that Gael prefers to take in the realm of man looks to be roughly nine or ten years old.

Gender: Male

Powers:
- While Gael prefers his more human body, his true form is that of a dragon. If he wished, he could revert to this form at will, and carries a few telltale traits of what he truly is in his avatar.

- Can sense the sin carried within a body, and feasts upon the corpses of sinners for energy.

- Difficult to kill permanently. Cannot feel pain.

Description:
In his humanoid form, Gael takes the appearance of a rather beautiful young boy, with large chocolate-brown eyes and soft blond curls that reach his chin. His build is slight and waifish, often swallowed up by pastel-colored coats several sizes too big for him. The demon also displays a remarkable fondness of bows- bows on his coat, bows on his boots, and a large bow tied neatly around his throat. His pockets are often swollen to the brim with candies and sweets, and it is a very rare occasion for the boy to be found without the stem of a lollipop poking from the corner of his mouth.
There are a few...unsettling aspects to him, however. Like the sharpness of his teeth. Or the claws that can protrude from his fingers at his whim, easily parting the flesh in their escape.



His form as the Malice Striker is far more abhorrent. A giant wyrm, with teeth and claws capable of ripping through flesh and bone with ease. Dark scales cover his body, and a pair of wings jut out from his back.

Personality:
On the surface, Gael seems to be a polite, if not a bit overly formal and stiff, young boy. He expresses a genuine fascination with the mortal realm and its inhabitants, and enjoys playing games and learning. However, given what he really is, Gael’s nature is quite malevolent. He experiences little to no emotions, and, while he possesses an understanding of it, his own grasp of morality is shaky at best. This leads him to be incredibly manipulative and cruel at times, especially when striving towards his ambitions. The almost childlike curiosity and fascination he regards the world with only worsens this.

Skills:
- Skilled with knives and knife throwing.

- Has picked up a few tricks in his lifetime.

- Talented at insulting a certain eagle.

Weaknesses:
- His inability to feel pain or the full spectrum of emotions is not necessarily a good thing, as Gael is naturally reckless and aloof as a result.

- While difficult to kill permanently, Gael can be sent back to his domain after suffering enough damage.

- For the most part, Gael is led by his whims, and will occasionally be known to help enemies that he’s taken an interest in. In short, he is very much a wildcard.

- Due to spending most of his life among the roots of Yggdrasi or Niðafjöll, Gael’s grasp of how the world works is flimsy at best. At the moment, he’s spending much of his time wandering about when not searching for criminals and others..

Brief History:
From below the dragon
dark comes forth,
Nithhogg flying
from Nithafjoll;
The bodies of men
on his wings he bears,
The serpent bright:
but now must I sink.

It’s unsure of when and how Níðhöggr was first born- it’s doubtful that the wyrm himself remembers after so long. All that is known about his origins is the countless millennia that he has spent gnawing on the roots of Yggdrasil, quarreling with the eagle sat at the top of the world tree, and feasting on corpses in Náströnd. Upon the Children of Loki’s attempt to start Ragnarok, Gael was able to crawl out into the mortal realm in the form he carries now.

The pause of the End’s progress has taken him by surprise, but it hasn’t bothered Gael too much. In his eyes, Ragnarok will come regardless, and, if the prophecies are true, he will live through the largest feast and then some.

Until that time comes, he is quite content to wait.

Other:
- Has a massive sweet tooth, and will often loot candy from unsuspecting victims.
- Unconsciously craves companionship.

Madison Lovette

Full Name:
Madison Lewis Lovette

Nicknames/Aliases:
Maddie, Mad

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Alliance
The Blessed/Head of Magic-Based Research

Description:
Standing at a height of 5’6” feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with mellow features, dark eyes, and even darker curls that fall to his chin. These traits, however, tend to be overshadowed quite easily by his rather...interesting choice in wardrobe. Despite being male, and identifying as such, the researcher is almost always found donning a skirt and heels. As Madison leans naturally on the more androgynous side of the spectrum, it doesn’t take much use of makeup for him to become nearly indistinguishable from a woman. This hobby of his can easily confuse most people- especially if one has not been informed of his gender otherwise.
Has a passion for wearing colorful, flowing dresses.

Personality:
At heart, Madison is an open, good-natured individual. Mellow towards most everyone, regardless of their own feelings towards him, he’s usually willing to have polite chit-chat when his schedule allows him to do so, or even set aside time for the sole purpose of talking with a friend or acquaintance. He takes most things in stride, and it takes quite some time for him to get riled as a result- although, even then, it’s very rare for him to explode. His rage usually manifests itself as silent anger and disapproval, contrasting greatly against his usual sunny disposition. Age has also granted him an incredibly lackadaisical nature when dealing with the world around him, regardless of how bizarre or unusual it happens to be.

Skills:
- Intensive knowledge of runes, the world eaters, and Norse lore and mythology.

- Can perform a variety of written spells- many of which are protection based. Is also a decent shot with pistols and handguns.

- Naturally empathetic, and capable of taking stranger situations in stride.

Weaknesses:
- Again, his empathy. Madison is highly moral and a bit of a softie, leaving him less willing to outright kill enemies if possible.

- Is still human, meaning that a shot in a vital area can quickly kill him, along with the other standard weaknesses that come with being soft, fleshy and mortal.

- Not very physically strong.

Brief History:
Madison’s relationship with his family was a difficult one, put gently. Born the second child of the Lovettes, tragedy struck the family when the first, a daughter, died at a young age. Heart disease, the doctors reported. As such, it wasn’t entirely unexpected when the parents lavished attention and adoration onto their son.

However, if asked, the Lovettes would say that they didn’t have any sons. They had daughters.

For whatever reason- grief, a poor state of mind- the parents made the decision to raise Madison as a girl. As the child was a home birth, and the family had a positive reputation around their neighborhood, it took quite some time before anything was discovered to be amiss. It was only when a young Madison spilled orange juice onto his dress, and he was taken to the nurse’s for a change of clothing, that his gender was discovered. He was swiftly taken from his parents and put into foster care, where he stayed until the age of eighteen. Madison grew up into a relatively cheerful, if rather eccentric, young man, and, having harbored a fascination with magic throughout most of his life, decided to join the Blessed in order to better understand it. It was only recently that he was promoted to the rank of Head Researcher, and he couldn’t be more delighted.

He still wears women’s clothing, however.

Other: - Habitually listens to Sinatra and classic swing.

[Daemanis]

Full Name:
Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen

Nicknames/Aliases:
Zero

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Rune/Location
Rune-Algiz
Location – Back of Left hand

Rune Powers:
Shields, the ability to shield oneself or another.

Description:
Silvarae is considered to be of average size and build when compared to others of her age, standing in at approximately 5’6 and weighing in at 65kilograms. She is quick on her feet and extremely agile. Her eyes are a steel blue and she has long blonde hair that she keeps pulled back in a ponytail. She has the appearance of a woman that could blend into a crowed should she desire it, or stand out in that same token.
A smile rarely crosses her face though some have noted that in the heat of battle she wears a facsimile of a smile while her eyes shine with the purity of her hatred and blood lust. She is often seen wearing a form fitting body suit. While she is not preparing to battle or training she may be seen wearing a long shirt as her only clothing, the color of the shirt never matters seemingly to be chosen completely at random.
She carries herself with an air of superiority as if she knows she is better than most and thus she appears to most people to be unapproachable or indifferent. She keeps herself impassive to those around her and this shows not only on her face and it’s lack of emotions but in her body language as well.

Personality:
Quiet and withdrawn Silvarae prefers to keep her own company to that of others, she appears to believe that most others are inferior to her and so to spend time with them would be to lower herself. She rarely speaks to others, however when she does it’s usually to bark an order or something. Most of her time is spent in combat training, even when given spare time she spends that in the training room pushing herself to greater heights.
The official stance on Silvarae Ailissa Kaizen is that she suffers from a severe inferiority complex and so lashes out at anyone who could possibly get close to her and is putting up an air of superiority as a way of guarding against the crippling feelings of inferiority she suffers. Due to this she is driven to prove herself more so than any others. She has been described as reckless if it means achieving her own goals, once having trained for 3 days straight without taking a break because someone had managed to achieve a goal that she had not been able to prior.

Skills:
Silvarae is trained in many forms of hand to hand combat along with numerous forms of weapons.
Her main skills lay with in her agility and dexterity, she closes the distance between her and her enemies and uses a close combat style developed with a berserker in mind. She favours one of two different weapons for this,
Fenrirs Fangs; A pair of Daggers honed to within microns of an edge making them one of the sharpest pair of blades on the planet. The blades carry runic inscriptions along their lengths which read “The Bite Shall Rival the roar!” When she is surrounded and alone she will often resort to these short-ranged weapons in a hurricane fighting style.
Jormungandr; A two handed bastard sword which she will use if she requires something that hits a little harder in close combat. She has learned to use this in a defensive stance, and is used more when she has someone she has to protect.
Artemis; A high powered sniper rifle, .50 cal, this is used very rarely as it is counter intuitive to her chosen fighting styles and the profession she was trained in. Not very good with it.
Valhala; A small calibre SMG, this weapon only comes out if she is unable to use Ferirs Fangs or Jormungandr in battle. A kind of last resort capable of spreading bullets quickly if not terribly powerful. she uses it more as spray and pray than with any real skill.
Barrier; her rune ability to create shields of variable sizes, their strength wains as they grow bigger.

Weaknesses:
Emotional attack; her insecurities and Inferiority complex leave her open, and vulnerable to any emotional type attack on her,
Close Combat fighter; She must be in close combat to fight her targets, even owning the Artemis she finds it very difficult and disturbing to use it.
Isolation; she keeps herself isolated from others not truly forming bonds and thus when she fights alone instead of fighting beside others.
Berserker Rage; While fighting she loses track of friend and foe, any that stand before her as a threat will be targeted.

Brief History:
Being born into a family of overzealous mercenaries Silvarae had to learn from a very young age how to fight and defend herself or die trying. Her father taught her the necessary skills of fighting and honed them to a fine edge. However, he always told her she was not good enough, using his own impressive feats as a scale to belittle her. Her young age lead to her believing that nothing she could ever do would dwarf that of her father, and that everyone else was better off than she was. She slowly developed a strong dislike for others whom she would never be able to catch up to.
On the day, she turned 11 she fought against her first ever Warg, Her family had captured it with much skill and risk to test everything she had learned in what would be her first ever live combat. For the battle, she was given the choice of one weapon to take with her, being small and agile she chose to take a dagger, to an adult the weapon would have been little more than a letter opener.
The time had come and she faced off against a hungry and tormented Warg, that wanted nothing more than to sink it’s fangs into her neck. The warg charged at her, and with movements as fluid as water she would move, if others hadn’t watched they would not have believed how fast it was. Her eyes at this age already dull looking out at a world with the view of a jaded adult, were alight with fire. As the beast leaped to take down it’s pray her subtle movement placing her to the inside of the beast and the dagger quickly biting into the chest of it.
A Growl and then nothing as the Warg hit the ground dead, she would look up to her father with the blood of the strike still covering her hand. A smile, one that any other might have said was disturbing on her face, the first life she had taken and it empowered her. It gave her training, her very existence in her mind a reason for being. She brought the hand to her lips that was covered in blood and licked it, ‘still warm’ the only words that went through her mind as she tasted the coppery essence that rand down her hand.
Witnessing this her father began to hire her out to people who required escorts out of the city or even to hunt down wargs that had found their way into town. Her graduation gift for passing all her training was the pair of daggers which would become known as Fenrir’s fangs. Becoming known as such thanks to the savagery with which their master fought.
Many years passed with her running these hired jobs and she had never lost a single person to an attack. She garnered herself the title of Zero, meaning no one dies under her guard. She would become brusque and quiet. Seeming to stare down at people because of her talent.
That is until she was discovered by the institution for her unique skill which had been granted to her not too long ago.
Other:
Her Discovery:
The night was young and the group she had been hired to escort seemed to be a group of businessmen that were heading out of town for a week or so, nothing unusual about that in and of itself. What was though was the location they were heading to, she had heard reports of heavy Warg activity, and rumours of other monsters that lurk in the shadows. She mentioned that it was a bad place to go but they were adamant on their location and her father had already received payment for this mission. She informed them that they will do exactly as she says when she says, or else they will die.
They travelled the two days to the location which passed with little to no incidents, a couple of stray wargs which were terminated with haste. Arriving they set up camp and she set about securing a perimeter. Spell slingers may have helped in this however they only had her to guard them so she set trip wires and the likes around.
It was midnight on the first night at camp when they heard the first signs of something being up. A solitary Warg howl breaking the otherwise serene silence of the night. Silvarae was up and preparing for anything at the first notes of the sombre tone when she heard a second howl from the south, her mind checking quickly the first had come from the north. Moments later a third joined in from the east. The party of men became nervous and began to chatter about heading to the west to try escape the danger of three different Wargs.
Silvarae told the not to move at all, she knew what this meant, the hunting wargs were trying to channel them into a location where no doubt their pack would be waiting. A trap, she pulled out the Bastard Sword, Jormungandr and lowered herself into a combat position north of the men as she closed her eyes and listened. A slight jingle of a bell to the west, she was right, something had tripped her wire in that direction.
An Alpha Warg stepped into the light from the shadows it’s eyes glowing red and saliva dripping from it’s up curled lips, as if annoyed with the Humans who dared to stay put instead of running dead into their trap. It charged at the group growling as it did and jumping at them. Silvarae acting with a precision long since practiced caught the beast with her bastard sword flicking it back.
A fierce battle would ensue between her and this alpha predator as she caught it’s attack with Jormungandr and parried them throwing the beast off balance several times and tacking any attack of opportunity. It wasn’t until she heard another bell to the east jingle that she switched to the Fenrir’s Fangs daggers dropping her sword. She would dispatch the new comer as he attempted to leap onto her with a backwards swipe of the dagger while the alpha stood back avoiding the worst of her attack.
Three more Wargs would approach from the shadows in attempt to surround her, they seemed to ignore the men for now as they were less of a concern and easy to kill at their leisure. The combined attacks against her were beginning to wear down her Defences with the daggers and the hurricane fighting style had its own drawbacks in that if it were to become prolonged as the Wargs were making it, she would become dizzy.
When the Wargs sensed weakness they launched in for a killing blow, at this moment she took a deep breath and readied herself for the inevitability of death, crossing the daggers to at least take down the alpha something happened. A flash of light on the back of her left hand and a rune appeared there, the daggers bit into the alpha however a barrier of force appeared around her blocking the other two from harming her. As the Alpha fell to the ground drawing his last breath the other wargs fled. The rest of the trip went with little incident, though the rune on her hand she did not recognize she did learn that it gave her the ability to produce a barrier like shield.

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Full Name: Volkir Moons

Nicknames/Aliases: Shade

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Rune/Location
- Back of neck

Rune Powers: Tiwaz

Description: Volkir stands about 5'6' and weighs about 170 lbs, he has long ebony hair that drapes over his shoulders. He is usually spotted wearing his black t- shirt with a red dragon on it and his black slim fit jeans. Volkir always has his hair in his face and slouches as he walks. Instead of sitting he's found crouched in chairs or couches. There is a darkness around his lifeless, grey eyes from lack of sleep.
His skin is as pale of a ghost, and he tends to keep a blank expression on his face. There is always a black katana strapped to his back and a dagger with a chain to his hip, along with long sharpened nails for ripping and tearing at his foes. When he gets angered, his eyes not only widen, but they blacken as and evil snake like grin emerges on his face.

Personality:
"Your brain is the deadliest weapon." Volkir uses his knowledge to his advantage, he is one to study the situation, plans a million different, considers the outcomes, and attacks. Some would say his moves are bold and risky, well that's because he's already three steps ahead the competition. He lacks social skills but not because he's shy, he just likes solitude and cake. He also suffers from a split personality disorder, when he gets pissed, run. In this state he intends death, even if he has to act like a animal to eliminate his foes. Volkir also rarely sleeps, he needs to consume sugar in every meal to stay awake, that's why every meal is sweets for him.


Skills: His range and sneak is high. He had also been trained in the Japanese art of swordplay, even his hand to hand style is very dangerous. With how is brain in, his deduction skill almost seems like a power. He's trained himself with the power he had been gifted with. He can create huge, powerful gusts and wind funnels that can easily hurt his foes by slinging them.

Weaknesses: Lack of sweets will cause him to feint, and the use of too much energy ( Usually after a good battle, or personality switch.)


Brief History: Volkir grew up as a Dark child. He had been used to life in the forest, having grown up in it until he murdered his parents at the age of sixteen. That's when he discovered his powers, Volkir had been mentally and physically abused by his parents, thus making him the way he is. He was able to pass the murder off as suicides, which led him to spending the next few years in an Orphanage until he turned eighteen. Hes been living on his own ever since.

Other: N/A Single i guess

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Spire

Full name: Fenrisúlfr, Hróðvitnir, Vánagandr, or, most commonly, Fenrir

Nicknames/Aliases: Spire

Age: ...Really, really, really freakin’ old.

Gender: Male

Abilities: Fenrir can shapeshift into a massive wolf...or maybe he’s a wolf who can shapeshift into a human. In any case, in his wolf form, he’s enormously strong, and huge. We’re talking bigger than a car. Big enough to bite a human being in half with one easy snap.

Description:
- Human form: Spire appears to be a lean, tall, good-looking man in his mid to late 20’s, with dark hair, pale gray eyes, a charming (if rather cold) smile, and short-trimmed facial hair.



- Wolf form: Black, shaggy, corded with muscle, and generally mean looking. As previously mentioned, the most striking aspect of Fenrir’s lupine side is his staggering size. Picture canines the size of cats. (Not cats’ canines. The approximate volume of actual whole cats.) His eyes catch the light in shades of gray, but they're known to take on a demoniac glow at times.



Personality: Clever and silver-tongued, with a backhanded sense of humor. He is also manipulative, sadistic, vengeful, and generally psychopathic.

Skills:
-Considerable brute strength, even in human form
-Considerable natural agility, even in wolf form
-Enhanced senses, especially aural and olfactory
-Has become pretty handy with a knife
-Made of tougher stuff than most. Literally. The dude is half immortal god, after all. While not entirely immune to damage from ordinary weapons, it would take a LOT to hurt him enough to hinder him
-Knows exactly how and by whom he is supposed to die, so doesn't have much to fear

Weaknesses:
-Stealth and finding cover in combat when he’s in wolf form, because where are you going to hide a wolf the size of a school bus? Spire is sometimes reluctant to transform for this reason, and therefore doesn’t always utilize his full capability in a fight.
-Lack of restraint, because although he can be calculating and patient, once Fenrir lets loose and goes full on bloodthirsty rip n’ slash, he won’t have the good sense to back down even if his life depends on it.
-Dreads the idea of recapture.

Brief History:



Fenrir’s earliest memories consist of living among the Jotun with his mother, Angrboða, and his two siblings, the half-dead girl Hel and the serpent Jormungandr. On a few sparse occasions, he recalls meeting his father, Loki the trickster god.

Weird family, but things seemed pretty okay until the Aesir decided to hunt down the children of Loki. Big prophecies, coming apocalypse. Etc. Etc. Hel and Jormungandr struggled against their kidnappers. Even at his young age, Fenrir’s natural impulse was to attack, but he had enough guile to try a different tactic.

Be adorable.



Hel was kicked to Nifflheim, and Jormy got banished to the ocean, but the Aesir just had to keep the puppy. They soon learned, of course, that the puppy could turn into a kid... a bit of a smartass kid… but he didn’t make much trouble at first.

But then the puppy started to get bigger. Drastically bigger. By the time his human form looked like a teenager, his wolf form was bigger than a horse. And, more and more often, he showed aggressive tendencies. And behavioral therapy wasn't a thing yet, so...



"Hey, go wolfy and see if you can break these chains. (: It’ll be a test of strength."

Three different kinds of fetters later, one dude lost a hand and Fenrir was bound. Furthermore, a sword stuck vertically in his mouth kept him not only from biting, but from turning to his smaller human form, unless he wanted a blade through the roof of his mouth and out the top of his head. They packed him into a crate and moved him a few times to various secure compounds, but they never loosened his bands, rarely spoke to him, and everyone totally neglected to pet him behind the ears.

A dozen or more centuries of that tends to mess a guy up a little.

Five years prior to the present, the Queen of the Dead's army caused some trouble which allowed Fenrir to escape. But he hasn't managed to find Hel herself, nor has he done more than catch whiff of a familiar of Jormungandr. He has, however, caught up on a passable number of pop culture references, learned how to cheat at cards, and become quite an adept killer.

Fenrir--now going by Spire--has a goal more than a thousand years in the making: Find his sisters and kick off the bloodbath that is Ragnarok.

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Bonus Spire in real life.

Clifton

Name:
Clifton (Is it his first name? His last name? Nobody seems to have any clue.)

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:
5’11”, neat white-blonde hair, bright aquamarine eyes. Smiles a lot, with a kind of customer-service smile that might make you wonder if he’s going to try to upsell you on something. Unfailingly dressed in a pristinely pressed white shirt and a well-tailored black suit.

Personality:
Businesslike, polite, and quick to shake your hand with a smile so friendly and a grip so firm and honest that it seems suspicious, because surely nobody is that nice.

But Clifton really is that nice. An honest-to-Odin good Samaritan.

He just also happens to be capable of murdering you with a homemade garrotte without losing a wink of sleep if that’s what work requires. These contradictory sides of his personality are managed by an excessively active sense of compartmentalization, and the fact that he strictly follows his own professional code of ethics, even if it's...unconventional.

Skills: Clifton is skilled in most standard forms of physical combat, but his real proficiency lies in stealth and dexterity, not brute strength.
Resourceful and clever, he has a knack for turning miscellaneous objects into weapons and household chemicals into poisons, sedatives, etc.
He consistently delivers quick, clean kills, with no collateral damage.
Adequate knowledge of runes and lore.

Weaknesses:
For all his capabilities, he’s still human and can therefore be shot, stabbed, and strangled just like anybody else.
A pathological perfectionist and germaphobe, Clifton cannot stand to be disorganized or dirty, and he does not do well with any bodily fluid (with the exception of blood, which is something a guy sorta gets used to as a skilled assassin), so spitting on him is nearly as likely to incapacitate him as shooting him in the kneecap. This obsessive corner of his personality is not immediately apparent to most people, the only hint of it being that he always smells like citrus hand sanitizer.
His good-naturedness is exploitable.

Brief History:
He's been one of the Blessed for about seven years. Though only 21 years old on arrival, he came already armed with an impressive and...well...specific set of skills. He doesn't do much by way of talking about where he got them or where he came from. But his background check would be just like the way he keeps his desk: squeaky clean.

Toby

Name:
Toby Schippers. He still had a college student ID in his pocket.

Age: Looks like he was somewhere in his late teens or early twenties when he died. A bit difficult to say with the subsequent decay.

Gender: Male

Race: Draugr

Appearance:
Mousy brown hair.
Eyes that were probably hazel but now just look kind of cloudy and bloodshot and terrifying.
His natural features gave him a look of perpetual concern, and now the corner of his mouth is torn badly, adding to it the look of a perpetual lopsided smile.
Head lists to one side due to some severed tendons.
Shoulder stuck in a half-shrug due to the angle of some smashed bones.
Wearing an argyle sweatervest.
Splattered with old blood.

Personality and Explanation Thereof:
Weirdly docile for a draugr. He can't speak, but he can make various noises to express emotion.
In life, Toby had something wrong with his amygdala. He didn't really experience fear, and he never displayed aggression. He died after the deterioration began to spread rapidly through his brain, putting him in an increasingly disoriented state. With no fear response, in a confused daze, Toby Schippers passed away in a tragic accident involving a garage door, a silver hubcap, and a sealed package of sidewalk chalk.
When Hel, Queen of the Dead, raised her undead army to kickstart the apocalypse, Toby returned to the world as a draugr. But his amygdala was still broken. And so was most of the rest of his brain. Though he still had the vague desire to eat human flesh, he didn't have the frenzied aggression of most draugrs to back it up, and though he knew he was supposed to follow Hel's orders, he didn't have the cognitive power to really remember what the orders were, making him possibly the most useless draugr in history.

Skills:
Biting things.
Like all draugr, he cannot be killed by most injuries. Not even a zombie-style headshot, though damaging his brain any more would probably make him even more useless.
Each draugr possesses some kind of magical ability, and Toby's is to pass through solid objects, though he frequently forgets how to do this.
Inhuman strength.

Weaknesses:
Toby is absolutely useless in terms of intelligence and strategy and combat.
Effectively he's just absolutely useless.
Chopping off his head and burning him will do the trick.
Being a dead thing, he also smells like a dead thing.

History:
Toby was part of the big army and Hel told him what to do. He liked Hel. She was pretty. Mostly. 50%.
They were supposed to eat and smash some things, he supposed.
Everyone moved faster than him though. Made it hard to eat anybody.
Toby followed his friends who never actually talked to him into the big building but he accidentally turned on his power and fell into the floor and he hated when that happened.
He forgot what he was supposed to be doing but he heard a sound.
It sounded like a growly thing.
Maybe the growly thing was a dog. He liked dogs.
He went through another wall.
It was a dog. A really big one. It had a big ribbon all tangled around it. There was a circle on the floor.
The circle was made of things that were maybe letters but maybe not because Toby didn't remember if he could read.
Toby went inside the circle.
But Toby remembered he wasn't supposed to be playing with a dog. He was supposed to be doing the smash-roar-kill thing.
He seemed to have forgotten to bring any sharp things.
The dog had a sharp thing in its mouth though. And it had its head down like it wanted him to take it.
It was very growly now but its tail was wagging like it was happy so it was probably friendly.
So Toby took the sharp thing out of its mouth.

Meanwhile upstairs, the Blessed sealed Hel, defeating the Queen of the Dead and her draugr army with her...all except the lost one who happened to be standing inside a ring of runic inscriptions that sealed Fenrir's holding place from outside magical influence.

[Prinz]

Jormungandr, the Great Beast

~ Full Name ~

Jormungandr or Jormungand, currently going by the alias of Kana Cerulean.

~ Nicknames/Aliases ~

The Midgard Serpent, the Great Beast, Ouroboros, Cute McCool (self-given), Magnificent Chaos (also self given- I thought it sounded pretty cool and will defs introduce me as this instead of, well, my actual stuffs. No point in opening a conversation with 'hi there, i'm here to eat your planet and kill you all'. It's a horrible ice-breaker, y'know?).

~ Age ~

Unknown. Jormungandr has been around since before history, or something.
Kana physically appears in her late teens, although she's awfully short for her approximate age. Her demeanour doesn't help people determine her age, either. When asked, she just cackles- somewhat derisively, honestly.

~ Gender ~

Kana herself appears female, although Jormungandr is, well, a giant, genderless snake monster. It might have genitals somewhere but I doubt anyone feels like looking when it's busy ripping the planet to shreds.

~ Snake Monster Baby Powers and Cool Stuff Adorable Kana-chan Can Do ~

- Rope Party -
Kana can summon snakes from her body, slithering out of her small frame and licking their lips as they taste the sweetness of air for the first time. These aquatic serpents can exist both on land and in the ocean, owing to the nature of their parent. These serpents can range in size, from tiny snakes the size of a pinky finger to giant serpents the length of a bus.

The snakes can spit poison, and are incredibly venomous. Ironically, the larger the snake, the less venom it carries and the less potent it becomes. Every snake is coated with some mucous from Jormungandr's true form, giving it a temporary corrosive, poisonous coating that makes it impossible to attack. As with the normal poison, the toxic coating becomes thinner and weaker as the snake grows to counterbalance the sheer strength of the larger danger noodles.

Summoning these snakes quite literally exhausts Kana. Mostly because the serpents are formed from her actual body and are a part of her form. Her blood is their poison, her flesh is their scales. The more snakes she summons, the more of her body she loses. Due to this, she can also be super creepy and turn her fingers into little murder worms.

The final aspect of these little death spaghettis is the fact that they can merge together to make bigger death spaghettis. On top of that, this allows Kana to cheekily use the second portion of her Snake Party skill- summoning her beloved giant nope ropes by the lovely names of Leviathan and Orochi by combining the smaller snakes together instead of doing the usual. If Kana sacrifices her current form, she can pull one of her two beloved serpents from their home by Jormungandr's side to wreak havoc in her stead.

- Rope Party: Confetti Bonbon -
Kana has two very special serpents close to her heart, gigantic snakes from the depths that coil themselves around her true form like children clinging to their mother. Leviathan is a gargantuan beast, easily topping skyscrapers as it sits upright. Still dwarfed by Jormungandr's true form, it's nonetheless a truly horrifying sight to behold.
Leviathan's scales are as thick as blast doors, and upon rearing itself up to its true height, it's capable of firing a brilliant white laser from its gaping maw that clashes with the onyx colours of its scales. Leviathan's black scales barely hide the massive serpents eyes- eight giant slits in the side of its head that are host to seven piercing red eyes that blaze with endless hunger and rage, an eye missing as it was plucked out by Orochi during a skirmish. Its forked tongue is capable of grabbing things and dragging them into Leviathan's throat where the snake will roast its food with a gentle laser cooking before swallowing it. On top of this, Leviathan is able to spew poison and acid from its mouth in both condensed laser forms and as a giant wave or mist. Finally, Leviathan can take a little while to charge itself up before unleashing a blast of radiation in an arc, like lightning that arcs all over the area and annihilates everything caught in the blast. Think of Godzilla except a snake and without the cool charging effects.

- Rope Party: Whisky Bonbon -
A second serpent coiled around Jormungandr's true body is a brilliant ivory serpent by the name of Orochi. Summonable alongside Leviathan, Orochi is slightly smaller and thinner, but is faster as a result. Orochi is, like Leviathan, capable of firing an immense laser from its mouth. This laser is black as night, clashing once again with the white scales that coat the gigantic nope rope.
Another trait that separates Orochi and Leviathan is the fact that Orochi acts more like a hydra than a snake- cutting off its head will cause two more to spring up in its place with a maximum of eight heads possibly appearing at once. Each of these heads is capable of firing a laser from its mouth, however unlike Leviathan this snake is unable to spit poison or acid. Each head represents a different element. Earth, fire, (boiling) water, wind, ice, lightning and whatever element 'giant black laser of death' comes under. As a counterpart to Leviathan, Orochi can combine the lasers from all of its heads into one huge death beam that can destroy an entire city with ease. Orochi's eight eye sockets are host to six icy blue eyes, four of them having been gouged out during infighting with Leviathan.

- Big Bad Wiggle Worm -
Jormungandr's body encircles the entire planet, hidden under leagues of icy, dark ocean. The creature itself is absolutely gargantuan, humongous, gigantic. Words alone can't describe the sheer scale of the beast sleeping below the waves of planet Earth. In ancient times, Jormungandr shuffled around a lot, slowly burrowing itself ever closer to the center of the world it nestled itself in after it was discarded and tossed aside by its parents. Making a deep pit for itself, it fed and fed until it was as large as it was today. In the process, it had created a deep, abyssal pit, unreachable by anything bar itself. However, that's not why we're here.
Jormungandr, in ancient times, was very fidgety. Constantly shifting left and right, wiggling and waggling about to try and get comfortable in its new lonely home. The Earth itself rocked and shifted along with the giant serpent, the people above attributing every earthquake and tsunami with the annoyed shifting of the beast they feared so much.
This is just a glorified way of me letting you know that, at a whim, Jormungandr can gently- or not so gently- wriggle its entire body, creating Earthquakes on any region of the planet it decides to wriggle near. Tidal waves, floods, earthquakes- anything that is caused by the earth destabilizing can be at the whims of the Midgard Serpent.

- Flip Fried Flake, Slip Slide Snake -
Kana may not be the gigantic powerhouse that Jormungandr's true form certainly is, but she's no weakling. Her body is naturally slippery, allowing her to squeeze out of grips and the like. Due to her physiology being comprised of literally snakes, she can reform her body much like an octopus- she has no bones inside her form after all. Despite seeming awfully human, Kana can't be crushed or affected by blunt attacks, only cut or torn, and even then it's difficult. This ability is meant to ensure her survival as a regular person going from day to day, avoiding encounters with any manner of beast she can't be bothered dealing with. Her blood is poisonous like the blood of any good world-devouring serpent's blood should be, and her saliva for some reason contains potent healing properties and can act as an antivenom. Kana's most notable feature is her agility, capable of outright inhuman (because she's not one) feats of speed and skill. She can toss herself through vents with ease, her lack of bones making it hard to keep her pinned down for very long if at all. Hitting the girl is a risk in itself, as her skin is abnormally tough and strong, and if you're not fast enough you might be the recipient of a painful, fatal bite from a snake poking its little head out of her skin. She can secrete poison from any portion of herself, or snap her body open to reveal a pit of vipers that will grab her victims and tear them to shreds- that's the least painful thing they can do.

On the topic of snakes, Kana's body being made up of little snakes allows the girl a degree of control over where and how they appear and act. Essentially acting as a snake-like variant of biomass manipulation, Kana can form her limbs into certain objects such as swords and shields. She can also push her biomass into specific areas of her body, allowing her to change her shape- she can give herself a tail or increase the size and strength of her arms and claws, for example. Maybe even grow extra limbs.
(I grew four arms once it was SO COOL!)
Her ability to generate biomass isn't infinite, however, and has its limits. It's not like she carries infinite snakes around inside her.
Right?
(Let's count! One, two, seven-hundred-thousand-three-hundred-sixty-nine! Ha, sixty-nine. I'm funny.)

Kana's body also possesses special snake-like attributes within her body. For starters, she can sense the body heat of nearby beings and get a rough determination of their size from it. On top of that, Kana is a skilled hunter due to her use of the Jacobson's Organ which allows her to keep the scent of her prey close at hand to make hunting down prey even easier than it already would be with her already enhanced senses. Kana is also incredibly strong, as you'd expect a creature like her to be. She's not obscenely strong, but she's easily capable of tossing a car with one hand or splitting a person in half with a swipe of her hand even without her claws. Kana can tear doors off of their hinges and can overcome immense odds due to her strength alone. Adding on the rest of her skills is honestly just overkill.

- Scourge of the Deep (Doesn't that sound cool?! I'm so awesome!)-
Jormungandr is exiled to the depths of the Earth, thrown down into the abyss just after its birth and left there, alone, unloved, forgotten. Being in the waters of the world for some time, Jormungandr is quite capable of many water-related feats. Manipulating water, for example, is second nature to it. Summoning massive tsunamis or raging cyclones with the flick of a wrist, Jormungandr is a sight to behold when given the chance to showcase its true power. Whirlpools, flash floods, you name it and Jormungandr can accomplish it. After all, Jormungandr is fated to drown the Earth and poison the skies, isn't it?
Kana can breathe underwater, and is an incredibly adept swimmer. She can swim faster than many humans with her feet alone, but if speed is a necessity, Kana will form her body into that of a snake and shoot through the ocean like a torpedo, capable of reaching utterly insane speeds. The water behind her churns so violently that anyone caught in it will be tossed around like they're flying through the air and falling to their deaths.
On top of this, her body is immune to the pressure of the ocean due to her boneless physiology, making her capable of escaping almost anything as long as she can get back to the ocean- once there, you have no chance of catching her. Maybe..

- Not A Godzilla Ripoff I Promise -
Jormungandr's main method of attack is shared by Orochi and Leviathan- a giant laser from the mouth. However, considering the sheer size of Jormungandr, the laser could easily go through the Earth and come out the other side. The lasers can come in as many colours as the rainbow scales adorning Jormungandr's length, and each colour has an added effect of being the element it shares its colour with. On top of this, Jormungandr can fire Leviathan's special beams, and if Jormungandr's head is cut off, it will grow a maximum of 8 new ones just like Orochi- all capable of firing the radioactive laser beam at once. This is Jormungandr's signature attack, capable of not just piercing the world but outright cracking it. Not even the Gods could survive a direct hit from the hellish bombardment, and the sheer power of it makes Jormungandr a threat even if that's really all it can do.
But what if it could do more?

~ Description ~

Kana stands at roughly 5 feet and four inches tall, her thin frame making her true strength outright shocking. Kana's skin is abnormally pale, almost alabaster, and her eyes glow ever so slightly regardless of the setting. The colour of her eyes change for seemingly no reason, and her eyes are permanently set in a wide, manic expression. The only constant bar her expression is the fact that her pupils are slit like those of a snake. Her permanent grin is outright unnerving, showcasing her many sharp teeth- specifically her massive snake fangs- that glint brightly in the sunlight. Kana's tongue is fairly normal- except for the fact that she can extend it to insane lengths and use it as a weapon. It wouldn't be the first time for Kana to hide up in a tree for an unsuspecting victim to waltz by, only to coil her tongue around their throat like a hanging snake and squeeze the life out of them until they pop. Then she pulls them up into the treetops and out of sight to enjoy her delicious meal. Several people have found said corpses, leading to a manhunt for the invisible cannibal.
Kana's hair is snow white, bleached from the endless time in the darkness below the ocean. She's considered dying it a normal shade, actually. People might be fooled into thinking she's a pale human, then.

Her fingernails seem to be painted black, although this is only because of the venom sitting just beneath them. Extending her nails, Kana's fingertips drool with her highly toxic venom, freed from its prison under her skin. Humans who ingest or are touched by her toxin are given mere moments to amputate the afflicted area or die. However, considering this is often paired with her cutting into her victims.. it's safe to say that most people would have no chance of survival.
Kana can pull a snake into existence on any part of her body, giving her a set of eyes and ears at virtually every angle imaginable. On top of these eyes, Kana has a second pair sitting diagonally up and behind her larger pair, a tiny set out eyes with horrible vision. However, if anyone were to sneak around her, they'd open up and she'd be able to very badly keep track of their general location.
You might notice that Kana has a habit of flicking her forked tongue out, and it's something she unconsciously does, especially when around people who 'smell special' or in new places. When her hunger takes over, her tongue slips in an out faster than most people can track, feeding her a constant trail of information as she stalks her desired meal.

When pressured and near death, Kana's body will convulse violently and grow multiple new limbs. Three gigantic tails will sprout from her body as her claws grow and thicken. Her fangs will become far too large for her mouth, forcing her to keep it open in a sort of bestial snarl. Two wings grow from her back, allowing her to push herself off of the ground and fly for a few moments. They're not complete by any means, but they allow her to at least glide.

Pushed even further, Kana's mental state is shattered. Losing the 'Kana' aspect of herself that she worked so hard to be and loved so much, and fully reverting to the being that is Jormungandr, her body takes on even more horrific transformations. Her three tails and legs all combine together to form her lower half into a gigantic tail tipped with a second mouth, a gaping maw full of razor sharp teeth and a tongue that rolls about haphazardly. It's hungry. Her claws grow even larger, trailing along the ground and oozing poison to the point that it pools around her. All four of her snake eyes are open wide, hungrily glaring at the prey before her as she slithers and slides more like a snake and not at all like a person. The wings on her back are now much more capable, allowing her to fly before she tires out. Following her claws with attacks, she uses her wings as a pair of 'second arms' so to speak. Able to control her body, the attacks from her wings are also as sharp as her claws. She prefers more momentum-based attacks in this form, spinning wildly in a flurry of claws and sharp winged and poisoned fangs.

On a much more lighthearted note, Kana's usual choice in wardrobe is slim-fitting clothes. She tends to expose much of her skin to allow her snakes air to breath.The colour, type and size of her clothes is always subject to change. The only exclusive members of her outfit are two things- a scarf and a zip-up hooded black jacket that she wears even without anything else on. She absolutely adores these articles of clothing, and will definitely be angry if you get them stained.
She might even kill you for it.

She also tends to wear a pair of glasses since her eyesight isn't particularly great, and a pair of goggles is what she tosses on when she is working in her workshop.

The body of Jormungandr is a truly majestic thing, covered in scales all the colours of the rainbow. In start contrast to the pictures of Jormungandr painted in the legends, the colossal serpent is a beautiful and terrifying creature at once. Its teeth are the size of mountains, its rainbow eyes blazing brilliantly even as its once brilliant hues turned dull from the endless years in the darkest depths of the ocean.

~ Personality ~

Kana Cerulean is insane. By all accounts, she should quite honestly be locked up inside a mental institution if it weren't for the fact that she was Jormungandr and that won't work. Keeping her distance far away from anyone even remotely associated with the Blessed (whose name makes her chuckle) Kana spends most of her time isolated and alone- for good reason. Socialising with her is like trying to have an adult conversation with a hyperactive child hyped up on cocaine and sweets. Constantly pulling topics out of thin air, constantly getting up in your face, Kana is a massive handful to anyone who considers approaching her. Introverts beware, you're in for a scare.
Kana's manic expression matches her personality easily, meaning it won't be too surprising when you find out how much of a loose canon the idiot world-eater is.
Well, she's not stupid, just.. unorthodox.
Very unorthodox.

Kana has many interests, ranging from shooting to devouring people's heartsswimming and trying (failing SUCCEEDING MAGNIFICENTLY) to cook nice human meals. She spends a lot of her time in her garage which she's happily nicknamed 'The Workshop'. She spends a lot of time cannibalising technology and improving it, then testing it on herself or anyone who's around at the time. Sometimes she accidentally cooks herself a nice dinner.
(I had orphan the other day! Really string, wouldn't recommen, 3/10 on my Yelp review!)
Kana's lunatic antics, however, give way to an incredibly intelligent and cunning woman. Spending her entire time reading books and working in her shop means that Kana, despite having no social skills whatsoever, has many others. One of her favourite books is 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu, and she boasts that she's read it many, many times. She refuses to tell how many times, of course.

Catch Kana alone at night, however, and her usual insane demeanour is completely vacant. Turning to you with a small smile upon her face, the surprising disparity between her usual words and her sudden intellectual dialogue can be outright mindbending to those who witness it. Literacy, intelligence, charisma- Kana Cerulean is completely capable of those things, but what's the point of putting all of your cards on the table right from the get go? Jormungandr has spent eons alone, waiting, so patience is a virtue it's very well acquainted with.

She also spends a lot of time on a popular online forum and associated MMO, using the incredibly inventive moniker of 'J0rmungandr'. 'Jormungandr' was taken.
Not anymore, but it's too late to change now.

When her hunger takes her over, Kana receeds into a much more beastly state. Hunger drives her, consumes her, makes her commit atrocities for the sake of devouring her delicious meals. Drooling, Kana will stalk her prey to the ends of the earth until they pass out and she feasts on their screaming carcass. When it's all said and done and the humanity she clutches so tightly returns, Kana tearfully falls back into her self loathing and hatred.
“I was born a monster, but surely I can overcome my nature if I work hard enough.” is the thought that pushes the sorrowful girl onwards, leaving the newly buried body of her snack the poor victim behind her as she returns to try and stave off her rumbling stomach once again.

~ Skills ~

+ Kana is quite agile as mentioned before.
+ She can repair most things given the required materials, and can even improve technology or create new technology.
+ Most of the things she's read she can recall at a moment's notice.
+ Kana is actually quite skilled with the very weaponry created to destroy her and her kind. She finds the weapons adorable.
+ She has a mean poker face. Does 'constantly unnerving manic grin' count as a poker face?
+ She can take one hell of a beating before being hurt. She's also very bouncy.
+ Surprisingly skilled at chess.
+ Uncommonly lucky, but is that a skill?
+ Particularly skilled at cursing and despising her fate and those who expect her to willingly die in a worthless, meaningless war that, personally, she thinks is just a huge waste of her time. The others can go kill themselves. She's not dying for no reason.
+ She can eat 158 hotdogs in under one minute. She likes hotdogs. Loves hotdogs. Has a slight obsession with them. A large one. Huge.
+ She can twirl a basketball on each pointer finger while also balancing a spinning one on her nose and standing one-legged on another. It's a grand achievement. She's very proud.
+ Can eat a human whole within at least a minute. 57 seconds when she last timed it. Don't ask details.
+ She can talk to snakes, but most of them are just really angry or really lazy, so she prefers not to. Except her two beloved serpents.
+ She can squeeze through mail slots because octopus snake.
+ She's quite cute in glasses despite the dead body look and sharp teeth.
+ She can sing. Not well. Like at all. But she can sing!
+ Kana can do more push-ups than you.
+ She's surprisingly accurate with firearms and can even throw a boomerang properly. They're her favourite.
+ She's skilled with technology and has a few other miscellaneous skills she's picked up during her 20ish years of being a human.
+ Kana discovered that she's able to take knowledge from the things she kills. It's not much so she needs to kill quite a few, but she's able to learn about humanity through consuming it- the same goes for other races and creatures.
+ Kana's senses are heightened since she's, well, a snake person. Her eyesight isn't anything to write home about, but her hearing is inhuman. Practically anything nearby can be heard by the snake girl.

~ Weaknesses ~

+ Bright lights in her eyes will immediately blind her, causing her to stagger backwards to try and escape it.
+ Kana is weak to fire, despite enjoying the warmth. She's slightly more flammable than your normal person. Excess heat will also hurt her very badly.
+ Kana's body is, unlike her siblings, just an avatar that split off from the whole. As a result, she's unable to access the majority of her actual strength. It's a shame, but.. considering what Jormungandr's capable of, it's a blessing for those around her.
+ Jormungandr, being a gigantic serpent, isn't exactly the stealthiest beast around. Unless it's underwater, of course. On land, it's a little slow- mostly due to not moving for thousands of years.
+ Jormungandr is well aware of its shortcomings. Thousands of years to think has led it to the conclusion that its true form, honestly, isn't good enough. It can't do anything without opening its mouth, exposing a massive weakness. Even if it sank its fangs into Thor, he could fill it with lightning as it did so. Jormungandr dislikes lightning.
+ Jormungandr is outright terrified of lightning. Being a sea serpent, it's surprisingly weak against it. Its scales can deflect lightning, but any soft tissue.. Jormungandr will feel it, no matter how small the charge. Jormungandr is fated to die by the hand of Thor, and thus the serpent has a massive fear of electricity engraved into its very being. Kana is no different.
She once zapped herself with a tiny arc of electricity and despite not feeling it spent the next few days huddled under her covers.
+ Giant hole in its mouth courtesy of Thor a long while ago. Thanks Thor. Rude.

~ Brief History ~

Jormungandr was the second-born of Loki and its mother, whose name Jormungandr can't even remember anymore. Its youngest days were spent joyfully playing with sister Hel and brother Fenrir amongst the Jotun with their mother, with the rare visit from their father. Everything was fine, everything was happy.
Until the children were ripped from their simple yet joyous life- heralded as monsters and world-ending beasts. Hel was sent down to the underworld, amongst the dead with an empire of her own.
Fenrir was taken by the Gods to Asgard, far more cute than a half-dead girl or a snake.
Jormungandr felt a dark feeling rising in its heart whenever the name Fenrir slid into its mind, envy and rage boiling up inside it as it thrashed around its new dark and lonely home in the depths of the sea.
Jormungandr grew hateful, resentful. Why did Fenrir get treated well? Why did Hel get company while it was left alone in the sea, unable to even see the rainbow scales that adorned its form? How was that fair? HOW WAS THAT FAIR?!

Jormungandr's rage made it ravenous, devouring and tearing into anything it could sense nearby. It took its fair share of injuries, but it ate and devoured everything. Eventually, it grew and grew to become a colossal beast that could wrap itself around the earth with body to spare. One day, however, that changed. Thoughts of Fenrir and Loki had driven Jormungandr into a rage as it roared and thrashed, hammering the lands above with earthquakes and tidal waves and floods as it thrashed around in blind rage.
This was the day that Jormungandr met Thor, the one fated to kill it.

Jormungandr felt something nearby, lashing out to grab at it. However, Thor pulled the bait out of the water and with it came Jormungandr. As its head rose towards the surface, it locked eyes with the God and felt something filling its heart. The line was suddenly snapped, and Jormungandr fell back into the abyss. Thor's lighting arced into the ocean, hitting the beast and causing it immense agony. Jormungandr screamed and cried as it fell down to the abyss below.
What had it done to deserve that?

Sitting at the bottom of the ocean, Jormungandr drew distant from those above. Its mouth was now stuck with a giant hook inside it, making the serpent almost completely unable to hunt. Cursing the Gods once more, Jormungandr decided to wrap its teeth around its own body, digging them in until blood poured out into the ocean and the snake was stuck in place.
It would stay like this, keeping its jaws shut, until the day it would devour its next meal- Thor.

Nobody came to chat, nobody came to say hello. Jormungandr was stuck, lonely, chewing on its own tail in the blackest pit the ocean had to offer it. Staying there in the darkness, it eventually molded Leviathan, then Orochi from the scales upon its body. Those scales grew back of course, and Jormungandr was happy.
Yet still it lay there, watching its children with what could be seen as happiness, and eventually the two serpents had children of their own. Jormungandr watched over them closely, as a parent aught to. Something welled up inside the serpent with that realisation- the so-called family it had didn't even bother with its existence. It was cursed, stuck down in the bottomless depths alone and cold and angry. The other snakes felt the slowly building rage within their creator, and pressed all the more tightly against it to soothe its agony.

One day, the Midgard Serpent had its children swim into its mouth and pull out the massive hook that ailed it. It took a while, and Jormungandr had to bite harder into itself to stop from screaming, but eventually the hook- already loose from Jormungandr's further growth- came out. Blood once more filled the ocean as the snakes pulled the hook out of a gap in Jormungandr's mouth it had widened to let them through. It could slide its teeth out of itself, as long as they didn't leave the skin, its promise would be kept. It was an immense relief for the snake, but the wound was still large and painful, a huge gash in the top of Jormungandr's jaw.
The serpent promised to injure Thor the same way when all was said and done.

Eventually, however, time passed.
For a while, Jormungandr was content. It watched the youngest play and love and grow. One day, however, it cast its brilliant rainbow eyes upwards. It wondered if something had happened to keep it brethren away from it. Were they hurt? Were they dead? Jormungandr began to wonder about the Gods, about the small people who lived upon the lands far, far above.
One day, it shed a single scale- the tiniest it could, and from that scale the currently nameless Kana Cerulean was born.
It swam to the surface, breaking the water. It blinked, its eyes blinded by light and sun and warmth it'd never imagined existed before. It looked over to the nearest shore, watching tiny shapes move about in the distance. It swam stealthily, quietly, getting close enough to see properly. It flicked her tongue.
Warmth, life, living things.
Snakes?
There were not snakes, but strange creatures with four limbs. The little things from so long ago. Behind them was a sprawling area full of giant metal constructions, and the people were making loud noises. The nameless snake moved in closer, watching and observing. Its ears adjusted to the odd language, hearing words where previously there had only been noise before. It tuned its senses into one particular group, where it heard the odd words coming quite loudly. One word was repeated by a taller human beckoning a much smaller human over to it.
“Kana, Kana-chan! Hayaku, Kana-chan!”
“Hai, Okaa-san!”
Kana?
Ka-na?
What did that mean? That wasn't the language used by the Gods in Asgard. It wasn't the language of Jormungandr's own thoughts. It was new, fresh, oriental.
K-a-n-a.
Kana.
It sounded nice.
The nameless snake enjoyed it.
It decided to call itself after this wonderful, bright and warm moment.
It would be named Kana.
Yes. Its new name is Kana.

Eventually, Kana swam to different places. Listening in, investigating things, learning things. It didn't take long at all for her to arrive. Only a few dips of the sun before reaching new and unfamiliar landscapes. Each vision brought a smile to Kana's pale lips as she saw it. Eventually, she sat in the depths once more, legs crossed as she mimicked the stance she'd seen a man in as he sat on the edge of a rock face, quietly humming to himself.
It felt peaceful, although it made her legs feel weird.
She'd formed her legs a little while after taking her new name, further mimicking the odd beings- humans, they were called- she'd seen.

Kana dined on the beasts of the sea as she had always done, snacking on them to keep her belly full until one day she was caught. She reached out and grabbed a fish, slicing it in half with a claw before setting in to feast on its corpse. Blood filled the water, attracting sharks that Kana ate as well. It was a delightful feast for her, cramming as much blood and guts into her mouth as she could. She hadn't eaten in so long, the smaller snakes venturing out to gather her meals for her by the dozen. Now she was feeding herself, once again becoming a terrifying hunter of the seas.
Then she felt something closing in on her, trapping her, dragging her up to the surface.
She was held aloft in some sort of string contraption, surrounded by hundreds of fish, staring as wide-eyed as Kana was. She head noises as something on the other side of the net was sliced and everything came tumbling out. Kana hit the ground hard, bouncing slightly before standing up. The people around her were shocking, pulling out weapons as another one raced away. Kana stood there, idly watching them all as a large group of men appeared with what seemed to be weapons. Kana couldn't recall the weapons of old, but she knew violence when she felt it. They were going to kill her.
Slowly, she raised her hands above her head. She didn't know their language, so she spoke in several. Eventually, one of the words struck a chord with the men.
“Friend.”
She felt something pierce through her side, sending her sprawling onto the deck of the ship. Something poured out of the hole in her chest, and from her mouth. Looking down, some sort of blackish-green liquid, slowly turning red, was seeping from her body.
It hurt.
The men were shouting, screaming things to each other loudly. Kana's stomach rumbled. Something pressed against her forehead.
“Die, monster.”
She couldn't understand.
“Friend..?”
The bullet tore through her head and exploded it violently, her blood splattering all over the deck as the man began to walk away.
The snakes that made up Kana's body began to reform slowly.
They were not friends, it seemed.
Slowly staggering back up, Kana's eyes gleamed in the light as she licked her lips. She hadn't tasted one of the humans before. Her claws grew.

By the end of the day, the entire ship was red with blood, painted with the corpses and insides of the dead sailors she'd devoured. She sat there, idly picking at their remains and chewing whatever was in her mouth. She picked up a phone, looking at it. Investigating it quickly, she saw the background picture. A man and a woman, with two small children.
Something cold shot through Kana's chest and she stopped eating.
The human had children.
And a mate.
And she'd killed and eaten him.

Kana paused a moment. Children? Man? Woman? When did she learn those words? Blinking to herself, Kana looked at the pile of meat she'd been slowly eating. Hunger once again burned inside her, but this time is was a hunger for something else. She shoved as much as she could down her throat, greedily devouring everything, even bones, until nothing was left. Wiping her hands on her body, she reached over and grabbed the phone once more. A small smile lit up her face as she used it.
Perfectly.
She'd discovered something very important.
Eating gave her knowledge.
She was very hungry.

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Jormungandr spent the next 20 years building itself a new life. It eventually travelled the world and ate plenty of people, gaining knowledge from each- languages, skills, rumours- Jormungandr gathered them all. It built an empire that, in an ironic twist of fate, provided the humans with the weapons needed to survive and kill her kind. Of course, nobody ever found out the truth. The most they heard was that KanaTech was founded by a small, determined albino girl who lacked social skills due to being orphaned and having crippling anxiety. It wasn't a full lie, after all. The only family that had even bothered with it was Hel, and even she..
Jormungandr was hot on Hel's trail, hunting for the woman ever since Jormungandr realised something was wrong. Something in the world shifted. One of her familiars picked up an odd scent, and another picked up a second. Suddenly, there were odd scents everywhere, all being taken to one place.
And thus Kana Cerulean journeyed to that place, too, posing as a young girl as she so often did. Even if she was the CEO of KanaTech, Hel was dear to her, and she would make sure her beloved sibling was alive, at least.
Something coiled in the back of her mind. Something dark and foreboding.
Was Ragnarok going to come?
No, it wasn't. She wouldn't let it. She refused to lose everything she'd built, the life she'd made. She refused to die for some stupid, hate-filled cause. She refused to fight Thor, and she refused to unclench her teeth.
If Ragnarok didn't come, Kana was absolutely fine with that.
The latest season of her favourite anime had just started airing, after all.

~ Other ~

+ Theme I - Dark Colossus
+ Theme II - Serpent Eating the Ground
+ Kana has a bad habit of constantly gnawing on herself. She chews her nails, her fingers, her lips and the inside of her mouth almost constantly. It's not a surprise to see her with bloody fingers or wincing as she hurts herself from biting off a chunk of her lip without noticing.
+ She gets nosebleeds whenever she smells sulphur, as it's a natural repellent for snakes. Depending on how much of a whiff she gets, the nosebleed can be light or an outright waterfall. Don't let her smell too much or she might even die!
+ Kana enjoys the smell of the sea, the dark of night, rainforest noises, the rain itself, and the smell of lavender.
+ She dislikes cats and dogs because they kill snakes.
+ She can pilot quite a few vehicles due to.. experience.
+ Enjoys laying next to fireplaces for the warmth.

[xXSINXx]

@Kuroakuma I have to say that cs of yours is magnificent. I'm inspired now

[VitoftheVoid]

Isa Rune

Full Name: Oren Dariya Kovalenko

Nicknames/Aliases:

Age: 22

Gender: Female
Rune/Location: Isa - Between her shoulder blades.

Rune Powers: Control and manifestation of ice. Ability to drop body temperature to extreme lows and survive in extremely low temperatures.

Description: Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with long, blue-black hair, grey eyes. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion.

She often wears black fingerless gloves, a long-sleeved top, coat and scarf even when indoors. She often dons black eyeliner but otherwise doesn't seem to worry too much about make-up.


Personality: Ice. Cold. Static. Unyielding.

Oren is, perhaps not the easiest person to get along with. She has had little opportunity in her life to make friends and develop socially with other people, and her experiences have given her a considerable level of drive to tackle world-eater creatures. As such she can come across as rather disinterested in other things. This is also combined with a general lack of concern for the feelings of others that often makes her rather insensitive. Indeed her general lack of emotion can sometimes unnerve people.

She has absolutely no problem with dismissing people's opinions or insulting people, as she tends to have he mind on tasks at hand rather than necessarily anyone else's immediate wellbeing. In addition she's gotten rather used to being the only active rune around the organization...and whilst she's quite focused she's also not necessarily used Isa fairly or compassionately. She is not above freezing people's car keys in ice for infractions against her or her property.


Skills: -Very high IQ and eidetic memory mean Oren has a great mind for facts and calculations. This is something she factors into how she works.

-Having possessed Isa for nearly five years, Oren had pretty unrivalled control and finesse with her ability. She has learned to use it adaptively and in a broad swathe of situations. She is able to work in complete harmony with the rune most of the time.

Weaknesses: -Oren cannot materialize ice or water in very dry air, meaning she will struggle round widespread fire or in very low humidity.

-She's had somewhat limited exposure to the outside world and this affects how she interacts with people socially.


Brief History:

Oren was brought up in one of the many small, fortified towns out beyond the city borders. Illegitimate, and raised by a father who resented the task, she had little affection to anticipate in her life. Educated at home to an achingly high standard, Oren's intellect bloomed from an early age, though possibly more out of fear or reprisal than out of a genuine love for learning. Her only notable relative cast a dark shadow over her life, one of fear and doubt.

As she grew older this changed tack. Even as her father lost interest in trying to catch his unwanted child out with harder material, Oren did her best to acquire it. She had realized that her intellect could be a key to escaping a life of drudgery and being free of a controlling patriarch and a town nobody went to.

Certainly she got free of those. But not in the way she expected.

One night, with her father away, Oren was awoken to a noise like no other. The roar of a jotun. Then and impact that shook the building to its foundations. She ran to the window to see a sight that people had come to dread. The defensive wall had been breached and a jotun warband was pouring in through the gap, towering over the houses.

In that moment she was certain that every single person in that town was going to die.

What passed in the following hours, only Oren could really be sure of, and even then it leaves some room for uncertainty.

Several days later a consignment of scouting troops from The Blessed arrived at the ruined town in effort to try and track the Jotun back to a camp or hideout. as they picked through the battered wreckage they saw something...unlike anything they'd come across before. A dead jotnar, sprawled over a great spike of razor-sharp ice. Frozen in the centre of the ice was a dark-haired girl, and the rip in the back of her clothes revealed the shape of the Isa rune, glowing pale blue against her skin.

Upon breaking the ice they discovered Oren not only alive, but seemingly with no lasting health problems from days spent encased in frost. It was something they could only describe as the work of the gods themselves.

And from there, Oren became the first active rune.

In subsequent years she would try and work out why it as that Isa became active so early. What she concluded was that the giant had been wounded on attacking her and Jotun blood acted as some sort of catalyst. The blood of a frost giant breathed life into the rune of ice. That it was more a freak accident than heavenly predestination... but it was hard to say.

Oren spent the next five years with The Blessed. She had no real choice, but she also displayed no active wish to leave. Her position gave her life meaning that it had lacked, and her powers gave he an endless source of research material to test out her keen mind upon. She spent the years developing and broadening the utility of her powers, as well as carrying out extensive research on the world-eaters, out of a desire never to be caught unprepared again. She awaited the others arriving, eager, as much as Oren ever was eager, to begin her destiny.

Hati

Full Name: Hati Hróðvitnisdottir

Nicknames/Aliases: Suneater, Dinah (Her human alias.)

Age: Unknown, human form appears round nineteen years of age.

Gender: Female

Species: Varg



Description: As a varg, Hati resembles a white wolf about the size of a pony. Like most varg, the wolf displays very elongated canine teeth and a more top-heavy build compared to a wolf, though as vargs go Hati is rather gangly and skinny in build. Unlike other vargs, Hati possesses peculiar glowing eyes, as bright blue as a clear sky that seem to glow with internal light. This is matched by similarly illuminated markings on her face. These mark her out as one of the two celestial varg, the Suneater and Mooneater.

As human Hati appears to be a young woman in her late teens, tall and athletic in build, with freckly skin and long white hair, generally roped into an untidy plait and often sporting a few leaves. Being not of human background she tends to display a rather laissez-faire attitude to clothing, wandering round in whatever she can find and rarely wearing shoes.


Personality: Whilst spending plenty of time in human form, Hati always has something of the feral about her. Hailing from the Ironwood, she has adjusted very little to human society and rather struggles not to stand out during her forays. She had no concept of manners or formality. She eats pretty much everything with her hands...unless it's soup, then she'll just lift it up and drink it right out of the bowl. She sees no problem with skinning game on someone's dining table or presenting people with dead rabbits as a thoughtful gift.

Despite her dark and apocalyptic destiny, Hati appears to be something of a slacker. She has little interest in her duties of hunting Sol, something that's attracted the ire of Devourers in the past. Hati would rather be doing hat she wants to do than chasing up a volva's prophecy.

This doesn't necessarily make her entirely amicable though, as Hati has a fair level of distrust of humans. Fenrir's confinement is no secret to her, and she's long come to associate humans with a hatred of her kind. As such whilst she'd rather not rain destruction on the children of Ask and Embla, she'd also not going to be cowed by them.


Skills: - Shapeshifting - Something common to her kind, Hati is able to alter her shape, from wolf, to human, and back again. This allows her to walk among humans, at least to some degree. Her wolf form is considerably larger in size, which will give her an edge in more dangerous situations. Injuries sustained in one form transfer to the other.

Natural Hunter - Hati was born to hunt Sol, and as such she is a flawless tracker. Once she has a person's scent, she can follow it anywhere and bypass any attempts to conceal it. In a similar vein, Hati's stamina is quite astounding. Other things might run faster that her, but few can run for longer. She can similarly withstand a lot of damage.

Heat Resistance - Hati eats the sun. As such fire hold no fear for her.

Weaknesses:

- Slacker A tearaway with little sense of discipline, Hati is a slacker with little drive or direction, and doesn't tend to apply herself.

- Wolfish Sensibilities - Hati struggles to fit in with human society.


Brief History:

Hati was born in the Ironwood. Jotun country. The wasteland beyond human habitation where jotun and varg dwell. Resources were scarce and most creatures struggled to survive in the harsh environment. Prey was scarce and the pack they were born into were permanently half-starved. Sometimes they pushed out towards human territory in order to raid farms, but often incurred severe losses when doing so.

This miserable life seemed to change for the Ironwood pack however when their alpha female bore two extraordinary cubs. One black, one white, bearing the marks of the celestial wargs, the wolves who would eat the sun and the moon. Skoll and Hati. The pack rejoiced despite thier grim circumstances, to have been blessed with such a fortune as to bring forth two of the key players of Ragnarok. The two cubs received anything they needed as they grew. The first bites of any kill, the warmest spots in the Winter, the very centre of the circle when danger appeared.

During her early years, Hati thought little of this, enjoying her feeling of importance and relative privilege. As she got older however, the state of things began to disturb her. Vargs sickened, starved, died in risky forays into human country whilst she and her brother didn't want for anything. The look of hope and expectation in the eyes of her family and peers begun to evoke more fear and uncertainty in Hati and anything else. They all anticipated they day she would set out on her quest and make them proud.

So one day, she did.

The downside was she had neither any idea how, nor inclination to, hunt Sol. Instead she found herself trying to eek out a living by herself...something that proved to be about as difficult as she thought it would be.

But at least she'd escaped the expectations.

Skoll

Full Name: Skoll Hróðvitnisson

Nicknames/Aliases: Mooneater, Moonhound, Mangarmr, Cyrus (human alias),

Age: Unknown, human form appears round twenty-one years of age.

Gender: Male




Description:
In varg form, Skoll resembles a wolf the size of a small horse, with black fur. Unusual for its kind, the wolf's eyes glow a fiery red colour, matching similarly illuminated marks on its face and forehead. The wolf's canine teeth are elongated and appears deeper chested and more wide-shouldered than a mortal world wolf.

In human for Skoll resembles a young man in his early twenties, with black hair that reaches past his jaw. He's a bit on the tall side, somwhat athletic in build, though it's generally concealed by a t-shirt and a heavy jacket. He tends to wear gloves and boots and often seems to sport a rather severe expression.


Personality:
Skoll is known for being, at best, kinda serious. The young varg is surly, and humorless, tending to alienate most people he encounters.

Neither him nor his sister have the greatest respect for convention, and Skoll is a law unto himself in many ways. Fortunately, they have the sense not to push their boundaries too far, but he tends to have the sense not to take on things he's sure he can't handle.

Skoll possesses a great dela of resentment towards humans and The Blessed, feeling quite strongly that the state of the Ironwood is their responsibility.

Skoll's relationship with his sister can be a little strained. Hati tends to make a sport out of trying to wind her brother up, and they seem to communicate mostly in insults.

Whilst they bicker almost constantly, Skoll is extremely protective of his sister, and has both the attitude, and the necessary skills to threaten swift and terrible retribution to anyone who might hurt her, something she seems to regard as more an annoyance than any kind of protection from the world. The two are, despite this, very close and tend to know exactly what one another is thinking.



Skills: Shapeshifting - Something common to her kind, Skoll is able to alter his shape, from wolf, to human, and back again. This allows him to walk among humans, at least to some degree. His wolf form is considerably larger in size, which will give him an edge in more dangerous situations. Injuries sustained in one form transfer to the other.

Cold Resistance - The chaser of the frigid moon, Skoll has no problem with frost.

Howl of the Ginnungagap - Both Skoll and Hati have howls with an insidious ability drawn from the void. Anyone in earshot of the howl will lose magical ability until sunrise, in Skoll's case, sunset, for Hati. As such, it will only work at night for the former, and day for the latter.


Weaknesses:

Stubborn Independence - Skoll does not enjoy asking for help, this can often cause him problems as he's unlikely to admit when things go wrong.

Daybreak - Skoll's howl ability has no power during the hours of daylight, and dispells with the rising of the run.


Brief History: Skoll was born in the Ironwood. Jotun country. The wasteland beyond human habitation where jotun and varg dwell. Resources were scarce and most creatures struggled to survive in the harsh environment. Prey was scarce and the pack they were born into were permanently half-starved. Sometimes they pushed out towards human territory in order to raid farms, but often incurred severe losses when doing so.

This miserable life seemed to change for the Ironwood pack however when their alpha female bore two extraordinary cubs. One black, one white, bearing the marks of the celestial wargs, the wolves who would eat the sun and the moon. Skoll and Hati. The pack rejoiced despite their grim circumstances, to have been blessed with such a fortune as to bring forth two of the key players of Ragnarok. The two cubs received anything they needed as they grew. The first bites of any kill, the warmest spots in the Winter, the very centre of the circle when danger appeared.

Whilst his sister was keen to run from the weight of expectation, Skoll took the cause upon himself to a great degree. He didn't regard himself as a cause of misery for his pack, nor his sister, the other varg saw them as some symbol of hope... but he did see humans are the cause of misery. The ones who killed his kin and forced them out into the arid land whilst they hoarded their fat cattle and pigs. He set out on his journey too, but with more focus than the sunhound. He would hunt Mani, but he had other plans first.

Helena Kingsley

Full Name: Helena Alys Kingsley

Nicknames/Aliases: Sweater Girl, Ginger, Hel, Space Cadet

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Occupation: The Blessed, Junior Office Staff.

Description: Helena is not a terribly imposing creature, topping out at out an unintimidating 5'2. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes.She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning. She has a notable scar on the one side of her face, neck and shoulder.

People often pick Helena out on her somewhat..idiosyncratic sense of fashion. Her outfit tends to frequently consist of skirt, leggings, sheepskin boots, and some of the most hideous sweaters known to mankind, hewn in rainbow colours and emblazoned with animal designs. All are at least two sizes too big. She's rarely seen without one on.

Personality: Helena is a rather peculiar young woman. Socially awkward and rather absent-minded, she often seems to be going about he day oblivious of things going on around her. She appears to have a tendency to daydream and forget what she's doing. She's also rather disorganised both externally and internally, quite capable of forgetting her duties or running late

Helena is fairly shy, and whilst this certainly doesn't put her beyond attempts to make friends, this is quite easily shot down. SHe seems to have a few issues with her own self-esteem.


Skills: -Photocopying, making coffee, getting people's lunch orders right at least half of the time, paints and draws relatively well.

Weaknesses: - No combat experience or training.
-Absent-minded, inattentive, and maybe not amazingly good at her job.



Brief History: Helena has been working for the Blessed for a little while, in a relatively junior position, doing jobs around the place. She'd grown up with frequently absent family, and had gotten rather used to being alone, so adjusting to the environment was a little bit of a culture shock...the liveliness moreso than the strange happenings.

It soon proved that Helena was, perhaps, not the most adept at her job, but the Blessed were very unwilling to dispense of her. For all her mistakes she's yet to receive any serious consequences short of being reprimanded, and has given a few staff reason to assume she must be related to someone high up in the organization and must be being kept on due to some familial ties. There certainly has to be something going on.

[Cloudburst]

Full Name: Jeddah Eversome
Nicknames: Jed
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Rune/Location: Berkano, nape of neck
Rune Powers:
- Jeddah wields the ability to manipulate and grow plants at an alarming rate, and with enough effort, she can cause changes in them as well. Thorns, poison, mouths, tendrils, and many more modifications can be added; if only she was trained to do so, of course.
- Another ability of Jeddah's is the ability to generate seeds and buddings of plants almost at random. These blooms stem from the rune on the back of her neck, and can become quite painful when left untreated. However, it simply means that she is never at a loss for plants when training or combat rears its head.

Description:

Jeddah is a lithe and relatively short woman, standing at only 4'8.5" and weighing in at 101 pounds. Like the rest of her body, her face is light and thin, but still looks healthy. Her eyes are a dark brown, and her hair is the same color, cascading over her pale face and stopping just below her chin. Physically, she is not imposing at all, and her real defining feature is this. She is so lithe and elfin that one might mistake her for a tall child or teen.

Style wise, Jeddah truly does not care. She had once lived on a policy of hand me downs and borrowed clothes, but once times began to change, she had moved herself to more casual or modern attire. She often does tend to keep her head covered, be it with a hat or a hood. She does not wear makeup, as it is either expensive or superficial, and she is always seen accompanied by her bike.

Personality:

Jeddah is a rather childish person for her age, but still manages to ground her ways in her optimistic and giving attitude. She is rather patient, and fears for the well being of others more than she fears for her own safety. This comes from her upbringing, and her charitable actions in the past. Jeddah has no issues with sharing or even outright giving objects or information that would normally be reserved for her. In that respect, she is quite naïve and blind to how the world works at large. She also is very personable, and will find any way to root herself into the life of someone in need.

Skills:
+ Excellent biking skills
+ Cooking
+ Dishwashing
+ Laundry skills
+ Above average endurance
+ Relentless Optimism
+ People Skills
+ Directional sense
Weaknesses:
- Optimism
- Lack of physical strength
- Lack of experience in the world at large
- Naive nature

Brief History:

Jeddah was not born into the best of circumstances, and was brought up in one of the less fortunate townships in the world. Not only less fortunate in terms of wealth, but less fortunate in terms of safety. People on occasion would go missing and never return; everyone knew why, but nobody dared to say. In truth, the beasts and creatures of the wilderness and dark were claiming lives, and little was done about it. All the while, Jeddah grew up in a home where only she and her older sister had dwelled. However, at the age of twelve, Jeddah lost her sister to the beasts and brutality that had gone unchecked in her town. So, for two years she fended for herself, occasionally having to make runs on her trusty bike and hiding in the homes of those that would offer refuge. Then, one day, something of a miracle happened.

Jeddah had a dream in which she was gifted with an unimaginable power, one that would help save the lives of many. Even as she had gazed listlessly into the hordes of the very same monsters that had taken her sister from her, she had a smile in that dream, a smile fueled by the fact that she would be the one helping instead of needing help. And then, unexpectedly, she had awoken in a cold sweat. After that day, she had put her biking skills and know-how of navigation to good use, and began to deliver the supplies she did not need to those that needed them more. Soon she had amassed enough tithe that she had begrudgingly accepted, and was able to purchase a better bike from a few towns over.

Eventually that bike was her ticket to escaping to a better life, as the town had slowly become deserted until it was only she and the bike, both of which moving at top speed as Jeddah escaped the township. On the way to the next town over, she was nearly pinned down by a determined Warg, but luckily both her bike and the beast were entangled in a thick overgrowth. The foliage had let go of the bike, but left the Warg out to dry. The next day, she was approached by members of the Blessed, and had been with them ever since.

It had seemed as if dreams really did come true.

Other: None

[GoodLuckTuck]

Morgan Sydnous

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"Is it physical or mental?"

Morgan Sydnous

The River

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Full Name

Morgan Sydnous

Nicknames/Aliases

Morg, "M", Soon

Age

19

Gender

Male, but dresses in an androgynous manner

Rune/Location

Laguz, located on his chest (right over his heart)

Rune Powers

-Healing the sick
-Closing wounds and healing injured
-Feeling another's emotions

Description

Morgan stands short and underweight for a boy, at 5'7" and 130 pounds. He is skinny, and a few of his ribs can be seen if you really look. He has dark brown hair, which fades into blonde. The reason for this type of natural hair is unknown. He has sea foam coloured eyes, and a strangely shaped face. When he speaks, his voice is in between feminine and masculine.

Personality

Morgan speaks only when he deems it necessary, choosing to rather stay out of problems if he can. Of course, that all changed when the Rune appeared on his chest. When he does though, he can be sassy and is straight to the point. He rarely jokes and appears to be a rather morbid individual. Surprisingly, he is easy to make friends/get along with.

Skills

+Cooking
+Martial arts
+Daggers
+Gymnastics
+Fair memory

Weaknesses

-Cares too much for others well-being, more so than his own
-He has many medical problems, including anorexia, insomnia, depression, OCD, and anxiety
-A seemingly "scared" person in general

Brief Backstory

Morgan did not have the most fortunate of lives. He was born and raised in San Fransisco. When he was five years old, his parents split. He was given custody to his mother. He spent most of his time with his mother who was also quiet like him, yet loving. But he also spent time with his father. Both loved him unconditionally, so Morgan always wondered why they had split up. His parents remained in contact and good friends, but just not married. He developed a strong connection with the both of them. Five years later, his father was been diagnosed with stage-four brain cancer.

He spent as much time as possible with his father after that, adventuring the world with him for two years. Doctors had told them that he had five years left. He did not. A few days after returning home from their world tour, Morgan's father was admitted to the ER. He passed away at age forty-seven. His mother slipped into a very deep depression. Morgan lost both of his parents that day.

It only got worse for Morgan. Throughout his teen years, he had to manage a very busy lifestyle. He went to school, ran track there, worked two jobs, took gymnastics and martial arts, and took care of his mother. He barely got time for himself. When he did though, he learned some things. He learned that he liked to wear dresses and skirts, and he didn't care what anyone else thought. He learned that he didn't care the gender of others. He learned guitar and to sing.

He rarely took care of himself but through multiple doctor's visits, he was diagnosed with insomnia, anorexia, depression, OCD, and anxiety disorder. He wouldn't let it get him down though; he just focused on helping others. Even though he didn't have much time, he dedicated some to volunteering at children's hospitals and other such places.

Misc

-He does not care the gender of those he dates
-He is a vegetarian
-He is lactose intolerant
-He likes to wear skirts and dress (and other "feminine" clothing)
-He got the name "Soon" because he'd always put off on things in school and at work

[ScoundrelQueen]

Maeve (Sowlio)

Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne

Nicknames/Aliases: Mae

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Rune/Location Sowlio / right palm

Rune Powers: Fire
-Conjuration and projection of flames from her body, especially her hands
-Causing combustion reactions from a short distance away
-Raising the ambient temperature of any air/water/objects in contact with her body at will
-Heat/fire resistance

Description: Maeve is a woman of medium height with a muscular build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to pretend she's a civil human being (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit. She has multiple tattoos, including a kestrel with spread wings that spans her chest and touches the tips of her collarbones.

Personality: Crass and sharp-tongued, Maeve has no qualms about picking fights. A short temper and a strong sense of justice go a long way hand-in-hand, and she's been in enough brawls to serve as evidence.

She'll take up any challenge to prove someone wrong, but she has little personal drive to take on lofty tasks by herself. As a result, she has spent most of her ambition on drinking, smoking, and generally buying into any chance to yell, "fuck the man."

Skills:
-Skilled practical hand-to-hand fighter, due to former work and hobbies
-Quick on her feet
-Not easily phased or shocked
-Good gut instinct for people, and good at reading body cues in combat
-The whole "fire rune" thing (see "rune abilities)

Weaknesses:
-Fatally loyal to those who win her trust
-Impulsive, both socially and in combat
-Easily deceived by those close to her
-Cocky

Brief History: Maeve was born to an Irish Catholic family, who she was estranged from later in life. Her mother and father are still alive, but contact is mostly awkward and minimal. She came to the United States for college, where she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in criminal justice. She was terminated from the Marion County police force at twenty-two, only three months after joining, for failing to follow protocol regarding a small drug possession case, and then, upon being chastised, proceeding to light a cigarette and tell her superior he could "eat arse and shove off."

In the long term, it likely would have been life ruining.

In the short term, however, she took up working security at local dive bars, nightclubs, and concert venues. Through bouncing, she came to work at Ringside Bar and Arena, where she first worked as security, and eventually ended up spending her weekend nights as a small-time prize fighter. The underground community around the city's cage fighters harbored less-than-savory supernatural characters in addition to human denizens, and Maeve often found herself as the underdog in scraps against draugr, trolls, and a smaller warg-shifter or four.

It was a tough life, but she made good money and free drinks off of it.

That is, until her Rune appeared. She won four grand betting on herself the night after it surfaced, but it was cut short as the Blessed picked her up in her apartment only twelve hours and one nasty hangover after her sensational victory.

Other: While drunk, she once got a tattoo from a friend while in a van that says, "Whiskey, Women, and Winning," across her lower back. It's still there, so, you know. Whatever that means about a person.

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases: Leila Michelle Ingram, Mitch

Age: 24 (ish? Or just quite youthful for her age, perhaps)

Gender: Female

Alliance: Blessed / Head of surveillance

Duties: Uses digital security sensors and a personal network to know everything that happens regarding the Runes and the mansion, at all times.

Description: A small and unassuming woman, usually seen in a modest button-down and slacks, sometimes with a suit jacket. She has faded green eyes that are always out of focus, due to being legally blind. She is almost never without her tablet or laptop, along with a pair of maximum corrective lenses and a magnifying aid, both of which allow her to blow up her screens to readable proportions. Her hair is a mousey brown, and she never wears makeup of any kind.

Personality: Sharp-tongued, but soft spoken, generally. Mitch has nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, and as such has a rather even keel at most times. She is rarely surprised, and in fact, has an uncanny knowledge in regard to what everyone is doing, no matter where they are.


Skills:
- Master hacker and coder
- Excellent sensory perception, aside from sight
- Quick thinking/problem solving
- Operates a network that allows her to stay informed about all things at all times
- Not actually a bad shot, in certain circumstances
- Powerful rune writer

Weaknesses:
- Slightly less informed about all things she may be about to bump into
- Limited physical fighting ability
- Might smell slightly less human than some humans
- Can write strong runic inscriptions, but cannot cast them or assist in rituals


Brief History: Mitch has been writing code and working with runes since as long as she can remember. She's a bit new to the use of laptops, previously having used a far more stationary setup, but her product has not suffered for the change. Mitch has also worked with the Blessed for nearly a decade, and played an integral role in finding the Chosen ones shortly after their runes appeared.

Other:Mitch uses a cane to find her way around when outside the mansion. She does not like it when people move furniture near her quarters, and has a policy about moving it back posted in most common areas.

[Magister]

Hider

Full Name: Makorai Saika

Nicknames/Aliases: One Hit Wonder, Lucky, "Where's my money?", "You still haven't paid off your tab."

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Rune/Location: Forehead, where the third eye is said to sit. It's often covered by his hair.

Rune Powers: The vision beyond sight, the ability to divine the future and see between the lines in the present. The ability to influence reality, and people through speech, and to ascribe special power to words, spoken or written.

Description: Makorai is a slim, but muscular male, standing at 5'9, with a near permanent flush around his nose and cheeks, due to the near constant consumption of alcohol. His hair is brown, and medium length at the top. This is function rather than fashion, as it serves the purpose of hiding his rune. Usually, he can be found wearing a v-neck t shirt, slim jeans, and slip on shoes, with an interchangeable coat. All things that are easy to put on and take off, as he enjoys. Beyond his clothes, his eyes carry mirth and sarcasm, and his mouth is quite capable of conveying either.

Personality: Hedonism is a word that best describes Makorai. His life is ruled by earthly pleasures. The buzz of a drink, the warm flesh of a woman, the thrill gambling, and the culture that surrounds all of it. On the surface, he seems like an entertaining, but ultimately self interested individual. Beneath all of the bravado is a man who regrets taking life, and one who values friendship far more than he would and could, articulate.

Skills: Makorai is a sharpshooter of considerable, near peerless skill. He is able to employ the use of both eyes, as his master eyes, meaning he can both shoot, and look for new targets simultaneously, removing the need for a spotter of any kind. He has a strong, unconscious understand of mathematics, which allows him to calculate the distance, speed, and drop off of the bullets he fires, relative to his target. This ability had been supercharged by his rune, which influences his cognitive ability. Future vision allows him to place is shots not only where is target is, but where they are going to be. Aside from his sniper skills, he's an accomplished brawler, and is quite capable in using his rifle, plus bayonet, in close quarters engagements. He's agile, well versed in parkour, and uses his agility to traverse obstacles with ease. He often mixes his acrobatics in with his shooting, and can pull off shots from frankly absurd angles.

Weapons: Makorai favours a high caliber rifle, but prefers to use iron sights on shots a mile and under, citing 'easier to move around and whatever' as his reasoning behind it. Over a mile, he'll attach his scope, depending on conditions and terrain. On the front of his sniper is a mounted knife, with enough length to easily pierce a vital organ. For closer combat under a mile, he uses a Mauser style pistol with a rifle stock.

Weaknesses: His lack of discipline, and adherence to his base desires can be exploited by the right person.

Brief History: Makorai's life was marred with tragedy, much like a few of his comrades His parents were killed when he was still a toddler, leaving his memories of them faint, mostly smells and colours. They had fallen victim, along with the rest of his town, to opportunistic beasts after a storm had laid waste to their wards and defenses. He, and a few others were found among the wreckage of the town. Found by a group of roving mercs, they took him, and what they could salvage of his parents belongings, and dropped him off in a nearby settlement, offering the belongings as payment to a woman.

The woman took him in, and cared for him for a while, but ultimately sold his parents things, and promptly dropped him off at a nearby orphanage.

It was here that Makorai spent most of his early days under the oppressive, but well meant thumb of the orphanage tenders. He often found himself at odds with the strict rule of the faculty, and at the age of 15, decided to strike out on his own, where he felt he'd be able to live by his own rules.

He found friendship in those darker places where people existed. What he lacked in education and drive, he supplimente3d with experience and cunning, two things that were a priceless commodity in the society he had chosen to exist in.

At the age of 18, he enlisted in a town watch of sorts, and was issued a rifle. It was nothing spectacular, a worn standard issue with none of the trappings, but for him, it was the most important gun of his life. It was important because it showed him where his true skill lay. After a week with the force, he absconded with a rifle, and took his life on the road again.

He found that through creature bounties, often found on town and city notice boards, he could eek out a living. A few jobs, and he could relax a few weeks, maybe highlighting as a waiter or a bartender if he needed the extra cash in a pinch, or if he just felt like meeting people and getting some free liquor. His life was relatively simple before the incident.

He had been atop a grassy knoll, checking the planes for any sign of life, pretty standard recon gig for a town, when a young woman caught his eye. She was short, blonde, and seemingly oblivious to the world around her, but, she had caught his eye, which meant Makorai was going to take a moment to study her. Maybe see what she liked, use that if he decided to walk down and talk to her. Before he really got his chance to see, he was overtaken by a vision of the girl being grabbed, and crushed by a giant.

He was so profoundly disturbed by this vision, all ideas of romance had left his mind, and he no longer watched her with the eyes of a womanizer, but the eyes of a sniper.

A moment later, a head emerged from the trees.

Another moment, the trees were still once again.

He had left the area without a word, surprised blonde girl forgotten, pondering on what had just transpired. The rune that had burned itself onto his forehead was step one in finding an answer to his question.

Other: Probably wont pay you back if he borrows money.

[CollectorOfMyst]

Dennis

Full Name: Dennis Zachary Eden

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Rune/Location:
Berkano, on the nape of his neck.

Rune Powers:
Nature Speak – By touching a plant with his bare skin, he will instantly be connected to the ‘wood wide web’, if the plant he touches has enough mushroom mycelia in symbiosis. Using this will make him ‘aware’ of everything in his surrounding area, with more limited communication the further the mycelium spreads. However, it has limited capability – it overrides all of his own mind’s functions, meaning that it can be difficult to pull away. He also cannot use his other power during this time.
Phytokinesis – Be it rain or shine, dark or light, Dennis can manipulate nearby vegetation, trees, flowers, and even moss. For the most part, it’s his ability to accelerate a plant’s growth that comes in use. He is also able to command them to grow to enormous proportions (…to an extent) and develop vines, tangling roots, and barbed thorns. He can even persuade them to quickly regenerate, as long as the ‘wound’ has not been burned. Not all scars can heal…

Description: Tending to wear things bought cheap or found in charity shops, Dennis is often considered ‘simple’ in what he wears – consisting of a small range of jumpers, jeans and shirts. It’s more out of necessity than desire… okay, it’s completely necessity. But, he doesn’t mind. It’s for Tom, after all.

Personality: Dennis is a tough nut to crack. It isn’t that he’s antisocial or he doesn’t believe in people… he’s just rather closed off person. It comes mostly from his situation as his brother’s only bodily able relative, and their financial difficulties from the same situation.
He’s also been alone for a very long time, and had to grow up far too fast. Caring for an ailing parent and a younger brother tends to do that to you. So he isn’t going to bloom without a little coaxing.
His determination, strong desire to protect, and his reason for joining the Blessed all stem from Tom. And so does his perseverance, strength, and ruthlessness.

Skills:
Photosynthescout – Due to his ability to connect to the plants’ network, as long as these things are in the circuit, he can ‘see’ the surrounding area. It can also be used to identify his, or other people’s blind spots. Though, the aforementioned difficulty of disconnecting means that there will be delays in his relaying this information.
Hold Fast Your Determination – As long as he knows he needs to help, and he’s not totally incapacitated, he’ll keep on fighting. While it might be overall harmful to his own body, it may just be the tipping point needed to win.
Adaptable – He might not always appear to be, but he’s a quick learner. He’s had to learn a lot of things over the years, and adding another few things to his arsenal isn’t going to be a problem. So prepping him for combat, isn’t going to be much of a shock.
Cheap Chef – Since he’s spent the last five years caring for his younger brother and mother pretty much by himself, he’s learned to get a little inventive with limited ingredients – and it turns out he can be quite good at it. He prefers to prepare meat and bread and pasta, mostly, since fruit and vegetables started screaming at him when he tries to eat them.
Athletic – While he hasn’t gone out of his way to do running or weights and the like for a while, he’s certainly no couch potato. He won’t fall behind too far.

Weaknesses:
Arid Areas – if there is little or no life nearby, not even the smallest seedlings, it begins to take a toll on Dennis himself. Quickened exhaustion, increased paranoia and shortened temper – separate him from the plants and he’s useless.
Tethered – Dennis’ dedication relies solely on Tom’s well-being. If Tom – or somebody he believes to be Tom – appears to be in danger, he’s not going to think or hesitate. He’s going to help his little brother, no matter what he has to do.
Unexperienced – While he’s good at training, and perhaps even good at controlling his powers, he has put neither to practice.

Brief History: Dennis Eden, born from Chris and Lily Eden, was relatively happy for most of his childhood. It was the three of them, and then four, Tommy being born when Dennis was nine. They lived in a nice house, with a nice garden, in one of the smaller towns. He went to school there, too. But for him, it was too small a world. He always wanted to see what was beyond that great big wall, and explore, and protect the people he cared for… but that wasn’t going to happen.
It was unexpected. There was an attack in their home area – Dennis and his brother and mother were all out shopping, but their father… he’d been at the neighbours, helping them fix their sink or something. And… well, the officer didn’t go into details. Just that several parts of town had been… destroyed. So, their mother took them from the town, and to the city.
They moved into a small apartment in the city. The rent was cheap, but Lily could only afford it by working multiple jobs. Dennis learned quite quickly that he had to keep quiet about their home situation. So he kept away from others. Didn’t try to make friends. Didn’t interact with them. And he definitely didn’t talk to the adults. But Tommy did. It took warnings from both his brother and mother to convince him not to talk about their difficulties.
And then… his mother got sick. Dennis was seventeen at the time. At first, doctors didn’t believe him, but her condition would worsen by the day. It took a while before anyone figured out that her condition was an Auto Immune Disease – her own body was attacking her. Eventually, Dennis quit school in favour of working in labour or odd errands to keep them afloat, to pay for bills and medicine, and to make sure Tommy got along in school. It was barely just enough to get them by. And then… the Rune etched itself into his neck.
Dennis didn’t know the nature of this rune. He wouldn’t know just what it could do for a while. But he did know about the Blessed, and what they were trying to do. If this was what he thought it was, then he’d cut them a deal. Proper treatment for his mother, and a much better education for Tommy. That’s all he’ll ask of them.

Other: Dennis has dated both men and women, though he’s never quite put a label on himself.

[A Lowly Wretch]

Grendel

Full Name: Grendel.

Nicknames/Aliases: Wendle Dendle.

Age: Rather old. He appears 34 in his human form.

Gender: Male.

Powers:

- He is inhumanly strong, capable of crushing steel in his grip and throwing around things several times heavier than his full weight.

- Can possess powerful claws at the ends of his fingers which can rend both armor and flesh alike.

- His skin is capable of repelling most forms of human weaponry. This is due to his skin's ability to resist nearly all forms of piercing and slashing damage as it does not tear for nearly any weapon.

- Grendel's blood is a potent acid, capable of melting down steel in seconds. As a result he's also immune to all but the most potent acids.

- While most of his senses are fairly keen his sense of hearing outshines his other senses to a vast degree. It's so precise he could pick up the pitter-patter of a mouse's paws from nearly half a mile away.

- He possesses the ability to regenerate, even in states most would consider thoroughly dead. While his regeneration is quick compared to a human it's not terrifyingly fast. What it is however is persistent. He will continue to regenerate from the largest remaining section of his form. In addition he cannot fall sick nor suffer the effects of either poison and venom. The only means of halting his regeneration is either through fire or some forms of magic. If damaged by fire the wounds inflicted by it will heal at a rate which is normal for a living creature his size and only in a way that it would be healed from by normal human beings.

Description:

Human Form - He's large even in his more human form. Standing at six feet and six inches tall he weighs an easy four hundred pounds, all muscle. His physique is rather ropy, not ripped like many would expect someone of his size and weight to be with all that muscle. He's got a rather gangly build with his long legs and arms, all ending in proportionately large hands and feet as well. His hands are somewhat thick but with long enough fingers to off-set it's meatiness. He tends to stand hunched forward, making him seem smaller but only by so much. After all, a guy his size has trouble coming off as anything but large.

His hair is a scraggly mop of greyish-black, all rather tangled and wiry from lack of maintenance. He's got something of a strong jaw and a near perpetual scowl on his rather ugly face. The curved and pointed nose along with his prominent brow don't help his brutish image much either. His skin is pale like an oyster and rather clammy to boot.

He tends to dress in earthy tones, favoring clothing that helps de-emphasize his presence. His common apparel is a pair of brown workman's overalls along with an off-white shirt and dark green tie. To top it off he wears a somewhat outdated brown street cap and a pair of worn out brown boots which even despite being the largest size he could find were still a bit small on his feet.

Grendel Form - In this state he's far more monstrous than before. He's twice as tall and between two to three thousand pounds. His head alone is so heavy it would need four fully grown warriors to carry it. His skin dulls into a darker shade of grey, becoming even tougher and more leathery. His already sharp teeth grow twice as long, his jaw elongating to fit them. His hands develop long semi-curved claws at the ends of his fingers, each one with long scaly looking skin running all the way up to the knuckles. At the very least in this form his mop of hair doesn't really change.

Personality:

To sum him up briefly he is a misery-ridden psychopath with a great deal of frustration. As he is blighted with enormous torment whenever he perceives any form or expression of joy he has come to hate nearly all forms of company, especially those of humans. While he's grown more cautious over the years due to his loss at the hands of Beowulf he's quite accustomed to killing people who bring him such suffering. For him Ragnarok cannot come fast enough as all he has to look forward to is stewing in his own anger and misery.

Despite how he might seem due to his crippling madness he is not an unthinking brute. As he's always been more than physically powerful enough to crush nearly any obstacle he's never had much need to focus on building his physique. He spends a lot of time thinking deeply, most of the time about how best to hurt people. Though he often lives in squalor he appreciates dark and morbid decor. He fancies music most of all, though only the depressing and moody kind. Anything with a fair degree of pep just makes him angrier.

Though he hates people through and through he takes no pleasure in other people's suffering. To him he sees a little of himself in those who are miserable. To the folk who are in the throes of despair he can be quite reasonable. He hates the fact he suffers so greatly in the presence of all forms of joy, going so far as to hate himself for being born this way. Even still he'd rather go on living, even if it means suffering and hurting more people in this endless cycle of violence brought about by his wild anger.


Skills:

- Having been fighting for a good part of his life he's learned a fair bit from experience. His style of combat is quite wild but far from random. He can come on like a wild animal but most of his actual attacks are quite deliberate, able to pick his targets while keeping aware of the fight as a whole. With his absurdly keen hearing he can hear where most of his foes are, picking up subtle audio cues with ease.

- He can navigate fairly decently in the dark thanks to his keen hearing. Using sounds he can generally gauge the dimensions around him, developing a rough sense of the space available around him.

- Given his time spent in the wilderness Grendel can subsist in the woods about as easily as most other animals can.

Aside from this he's got a rather basic understanding of common knowledge for modern humans. He's dimly aware of things like computers and guns. He knows enough to start a vehicle as well but his knowledge of the rules of the road are pretty sparse.

Weaknesses:

- While his skin is extremely difficult to penetrate he might be tough but he's not unbreakable. Strong as he is a powerful enough concussive force will crush him. Those with greater than human strength are able to break him as it was demonstrated back when Beowulf tore his arm off with his magnificent might alone.

- As his ears are superior to the average human's his sense of hearing is also that much more sensitive. Particularly loud noises can easily deafen him for a time. His regeneration will eventually restore his ability to hear but that can take some time.

- Fire. He holds no defense against man's ancient tool. His skin does not prevent him from burning and wounds suffered as a result of fire heal as a regular human would. Fire is one of the few ways to kill him for good.

- The sound of laughter. Any sound of joy or merriment causes him mental anguish and agony but none more than the sound of laughter. The very sound causes so much distress for him to hear that he can quickly lose all reason often resulting in a massacre. The killings resulting from his suffering are legendary. This does however make it difficult for him to blend in and remain hidden in plain sight. As it is he avoids the public as it is lest he lose his cool and spoil his efforts to evade detection.


Brief History:

Legend tells the story of the great monster Grendel and his terrible misdeeds. He was always a miserable beast but when his keen ears picked up the sounds of laughter and joy come from the meadhall atop the hill he bore the suffering no longer. Like a stinging wasp he saw no reason why he shouldn't go up and end their lives at once. After all they were no kin of his. Their deaths meant nothing to him but the end to yet another pain.

So he went and ended their lives. So many dead yet just a pleasant night's sleep for him. It wasn't until the hero of legend Beowulf came and had the audacity to stay at the meadhall. He'd brook no repeat of last time so he went down but instead of an easy victory Grendel was met with a crippling defeat. Beowulf had torn his arm right off so he fled back through the swamps where he took rest.

The legend claims that he died then, the hero Beowulf returning with his very head. Such is a lie. They killed his mother and beheaded her, taking her head back and claiming to have found his body in her lair as well. During this time Grendel had been hiding out in the woods, recuperating from his missing arm. Soon enough his arm grew back much but in returning to his home he discovered only the dead body of his own mother awaiting him.

He mourned for a great length of time. The cavern had been pilfered so little remained for him save for a lust for revenge. It was to his disappointment however that when he went to go and try to slay the great hero Beowulf he instead found an empty throne, it's king having died whilst killing his little brother too. His whole family slain and he was left with naught but despair and disappointment as their murderer was now dead, moving on to Valhalla whilst he remained on earth where he could not reach him.

Grendel slew the people who remained at the castle in his rage. When it was over there was no sound other than the waves which lapped at the nearby cliffs and his own breath. He felt no victory in slaying the former comrades and friends of the man who slew his family, only bitterness. When he was done he set his back to the castle and left, returning to the woods where he continued to live.

Much time passed since then. As humanity grew they pushed the wilderness back further and further until they happened upon his dwelling. He killed those who disturbed him but when he finally strolled a little further out from his lair he made a chilling discovery. In the many years he secluded himself humanity had grown into a vast force, constructing massive cities where thousands, possibly millions all lived.

They kept coming of course. More humans showed and they brought bigger weapons and even magic. Most of it was ineffectual against the mighty brute but the greater weapons and some of the magic were starting to get through to him. He knew he couldn't keep fighting off anyone who came when the humans started showing up in force. He was about to reluctantly move further from civilization when someone strange approached him. They were definitely not human and they had an offer for him. He was to come work for their company and in return they'd help him disappear so the humans would finally stop hounding him day and night.

Current day and he isn't any less miserable than he was for the while. At the very least there are fewer humans firing off loud guns nearby him. Not none but a fair degree less currently.