[OOC] The Runes (In Need of Players!)

[Cloudburst]

Wouldn't want to be five anyways @EchoicChamber, just wanted information. My thanks.

[EchoicChamber]

@Cloudburst No problem. c:

@LorelleQuips I look forward to seeing our favorite tall, dark and sociopathic wolf in action!

[LorelleQuips]

Here is Fenrir/Spire. With lots of pictures because why not.

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

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.

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...



"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.

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[EchoicChamber]

Aight, all, I put up a link to the official Discord chat in the first OOC post. Make sure to check it out if possible!
(For those who prefer not to use voice chat, don't worry- the chat will be exclusively text-based)

[ScoundrelQueen]

Hello hello! I'm Cami, and I'll be playing the Sowlio (: I'll have her profile up in a day or two, if that's alright. I neglected to bring my laptop to the island I'm on, and I can't really swim home for it at this juncture (: But hello! I'm garbage.

[Prinz]

I'll have my profile for Jormungandr up.. sometime. Just trying to figure out what weaknesses a world-sized serpent would really.. have. Raid boss levels of power, really.
Jormungandr is the big middle sibling that acts small.

[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

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And here she is!

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.

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"Soon"

The Runes

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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
-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
-He listens to chill music, usually with guitar in it

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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.

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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.

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Unfortunately, HeroicSociopath has informed me that he won't be joining for this roleplay, as he's too busy for the time being. As such, the role of Uruz will be given to someone else.

Just wanted to keep y'all updated on stuff. c:

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And the counterpart varg!

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.

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