@Sierra Did some adjustements, tell me if there's anything wrong with it and I'll edit it again! Or just change character completely, aye.
APPEARANCE
BIOGRAPHY
SKILLS
WEAPONS
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TOTEM
This trinket seems to resemble the head of some sort of weaponry - may that be a warhammer or sorts, then it is well known that those kinds of weapons are mostly given to people who are clearly able to operate said weaponry with ease, obviously due to their strong body and mind.
PERSONALITY
SKILLS
OTHER
APPEARANCE
Rägnar is an imposing figure. When he isn't fighting with others (which is quite weird), he can be seen with rudimentary leather clothing, most of it still having the animal's head with it, which he sometimes uses to cover himself if ever in need (For example, if it rains or snows). He's obviously physically fit, his muscles are very clear and he has broad shoulders. He usually ties his hair so it doesn't bother him while fighting, a very long and thick beard making him look even more savage than he actually is. His skin is pale as well as his body being unusually hairy and naturally more muscular. His eyes are a mix of brown with a tint of yellow, accompanied by bushy eyebrows. He wears his warhammer on a makeshift holster on his back and his two handaxes on both sides of his hips, strung over and secured by a belt.
BIOGRAPHY
Rägnar was born in the middle of nowhere, his mother giving birth to him in a wooden shack near a big forest, his father having left his mother pregnant, left a couple of weeks after the boy was born up in the northern wastes. Lulliana, Rägnar's mother, spent most of the time tending to the little farm beside the forest, which they used to feed themselves and rarely sell to passing merchants who were clearly delighted to see such a young and energetic kid be so interested in chatting up with travelers. Having been outcasted and exiled, his mother taught him all the nature had to offer and what the Gods did for them: How Lopñó cried so the rivers could give life, or how Mïeìro kissed Jukle, the sweetness of their lovemaking the pure air of the wilderness and their animals.
All of that magical infancy had to end when a bandit tribe came too close to comfort to their house, the merchants usually getting shackled for their money or captured, to be later sold as slaves or servants to a higher lord. Rägnar was 16 at that time, watching how his mother had to leave the house for a few days, later coming back with visible bruises and not in the mood to talk, starting to become more and more depressed. One day, coming back from some days of hunting, he found a bunch of the raiders waiting outside his house, seeing as their dragged his mother out of the door, exchanging her among themselves for their pleasure.
He knew he had to run, his mother even told him in case anything to her happened - but he didn't do any of that, the rage and anger were too much to handle, and so, with his hunting bow and knife, attempted to make the men pay for what they had done. Psshh, an arrow flew from his bow, sticking itself into the side of the head of a raider, the rest of them looking at their dead comrade before another arrow flew past the "leader" of the small group, penetrating another man's back, falling to the ground in agony as the remaining two looked around: They saw nothing, the forest too thick to look trough and too silent to detect anyone. They ran, ran to get more reinforcements as Rägnar got out of the bush he was hiding in, running towards his mother in shock. "Run R-Rägnar...do not be afraid of me, for I will live with Höir, the mother of all, always watching you..." she whispered to him, in an attempt to calm her son "My little boy...don't look back a-and make the most out of all...". But it was obvious that the now enraged and blood-lusted lad was not going to follow his mother's advise - his savage and sickly genes only asking for more and more bloodshed, revenge, the need for killing grew on him for days and days of travelling and following the bandits footsteps to the small camp they had set up at a crossroad.
The rest, as they say, is history - but that is how he became known as Ironhide, as numerous travelers and merchants observed how a taller-than-normal northener endured the arrows that were sticking to his body, persecuting the remaining survivors of the small bandit camp, after burning it down to the ground and razing it. As much as Rägnar didn't want to admit it, he was not like Lulliana at all: he had more of his so-called father that anyone knew, and that got mixed with the hatred of the outside world and the search for glory and fame that plagued his dreams and most horrific fantasies...he did not want to be a nobleman as lots of people dreamed of becoming, he preferred to be known - and, is it too much to ask for all? Is it too much to ask to become both feared and known across the Kingdoms?
All of that magical infancy had to end when a bandit tribe came too close to comfort to their house, the merchants usually getting shackled for their money or captured, to be later sold as slaves or servants to a higher lord. Rägnar was 16 at that time, watching how his mother had to leave the house for a few days, later coming back with visible bruises and not in the mood to talk, starting to become more and more depressed. One day, coming back from some days of hunting, he found a bunch of the raiders waiting outside his house, seeing as their dragged his mother out of the door, exchanging her among themselves for their pleasure.
He knew he had to run, his mother even told him in case anything to her happened - but he didn't do any of that, the rage and anger were too much to handle, and so, with his hunting bow and knife, attempted to make the men pay for what they had done. Psshh, an arrow flew from his bow, sticking itself into the side of the head of a raider, the rest of them looking at their dead comrade before another arrow flew past the "leader" of the small group, penetrating another man's back, falling to the ground in agony as the remaining two looked around: They saw nothing, the forest too thick to look trough and too silent to detect anyone. They ran, ran to get more reinforcements as Rägnar got out of the bush he was hiding in, running towards his mother in shock. "Run R-Rägnar...do not be afraid of me, for I will live with Höir, the mother of all, always watching you..." she whispered to him, in an attempt to calm her son "My little boy...don't look back a-and make the most out of all...". But it was obvious that the now enraged and blood-lusted lad was not going to follow his mother's advise - his savage and sickly genes only asking for more and more bloodshed, revenge, the need for killing grew on him for days and days of travelling and following the bandits footsteps to the small camp they had set up at a crossroad.
The rest, as they say, is history - but that is how he became known as Ironhide, as numerous travelers and merchants observed how a taller-than-normal northener endured the arrows that were sticking to his body, persecuting the remaining survivors of the small bandit camp, after burning it down to the ground and razing it. As much as Rägnar didn't want to admit it, he was not like Lulliana at all: he had more of his so-called father that anyone knew, and that got mixed with the hatred of the outside world and the search for glory and fame that plagued his dreams and most horrific fantasies...he did not want to be a nobleman as lots of people dreamed of becoming, he preferred to be known - and, is it too much to ask for all? Is it too much to ask to become both feared and known across the Kingdoms?
SKILLS
-- Pure Strength
Although not as enduring or brute as his father's kin, Rägnar is still known to crack a few heads with his bare knuckles and imposing size. Years and years of living in the wilderness have made him have a body most people only seem to notice when they think about Heroes about to rescue princesses, or when they think of Palace Guardsmen at the service of kings and emperors.
Although not as enduring or brute as his father's kin, Rägnar is still known to crack a few heads with his bare knuckles and imposing size. Years and years of living in the wilderness have made him have a body most people only seem to notice when they think about Heroes about to rescue princesses, or when they think of Palace Guardsmen at the service of kings and emperors.
-- Wild Heart
As said earlier, he had been exiled and outcasted out of his mother's village, making him unknown around the Lands and forcing him to live on his own and on the road, never settling down. Rägnar is a perfect hunter and tracker, knowing most of the plants that are around those parts and obviously knowing how to hide in there, as well as how to gather food and make refuge may a storm come.
WEAPONS
-- Volendrung
A simple iron warhammer that he keeps on his back, useful for armored opponents...and also not-armored opponents, a weapon that'd crush a skull with ease if applied enough force.
-- Görk and Mörk
A dual set of handaxes, with leather braces in the hilts to keep the user from harming his own palms and to keep a strong grip as they are used.
OMEGARUS MUNREN
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TOTEM
This trinket seems to resemble the head of some sort of weaponry - may that be a warhammer or sorts, then it is well known that those kinds of weapons are mostly given to people who are clearly able to operate said weaponry with ease, obviously due to their strong body and mind.
PERSONALITY
You would not want to be stuck in a room with Omegarus, or maybe you would. He had a keen interest in unraveling all the secrets of the known world, even the most forbidden ones due to how much interest they woke up in him. He is not a bad guy per-se, although his cold mentality and strong manipulating personality clearly fit the concept of how "evil" someone is. The man (now, spirit.) rarely uses his own emotions (or lack thereof) to make decisions, mostly doing so in the concept of what he'd gain from it or who it might affect.
Does he purposefully ruin an ally's life just to have a laugh? No, but he will do so - if he gains something - and said ally is no longer useful for him. Having now been stuck with a man who is clearly not interested in knowing about the stars that shine above him, or what hides deep below the surface is surely a hell for Omegarus: although having someone easy to manipulate and with the physical strength that he lacked when he was alive alleviates the pain he feels from that.
Does he purposefully ruin an ally's life just to have a laugh? No, but he will do so - if he gains something - and said ally is no longer useful for him. Having now been stuck with a man who is clearly not interested in knowing about the stars that shine above him, or what hides deep below the surface is surely a hell for Omegarus: although having someone easy to manipulate and with the physical strength that he lacked when he was alive alleviates the pain he feels from that.
SKILLS
-- Empowered Strikes
As much as Omegarus would love to grant Rägnar the power of a millennia of incidents...well, he would not love to, seeing as how the half-orc is unworthy of such knowledge. What he does love, whatsoever, is the physical peak that the man is in, and with that kind of power, Omegarus is clearly interested in what kind of results would giving Rägnar's movements and hits a bit more of magical momentum/speed would give out.
-- Body Reader
Rägnar does not know how to deal with people as much as his mother did: basics such as trading money for food are alright, but the lad never did get into an actual conversation with someone else due to the exile. Omegarus, seeing this and after laughing internally for a good time, has thought of granting Rägnar the power of knowing exactly what the person in front of him desires and thinks at that exact same moment, in an attempt to make the man's communication attempts somewhat less pathetic.
OTHER
-- Savage Rage
Rägnar can go into what seems to be a "rage", discerning all self-preservation and throwing himself into the heart of battle and, if the odds are very much in his favour or is just more blood-lust than normal, he can and will throw his weapons aside to finish off the remaining victims with his own hands, his unarmed fighting style being a mix of Glíma and dirty fighting moves he has learned over the years.
