[CHAR] Into The Unknown [Viking/ Fantasy RP]

[Grifter]

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[Ranks: Captain, second in command, warriors, trackers (If there is another rank you are interested in play message the GM for approval) ]

Weapons: Sword, Shield, Axe, Bow & Arrows, Battle Hammer (If there is another weapon you would like to use message GM for approval)

[Grifter]

Full Name: Vigdis “War Goddess“ Lothbrok

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Rank: Warrior, Tracker

Personality: [coming soon…]

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Weapon(s): Skilled in the art of weaponry she is able to switch between the sword, axe and bow. Though her prefered choice of weapon is the axe and sword.

Along her leather belt she has a set of 3 axes that hang by her side at all times, while a large and heavy sword adorns her back in a tight strap to keep it nearby.

The sword she wields was given to her by her father just before he succumbed to his battle wounds from their last raid. The battle had been long and bloody, in the end her clan won and were rewarded with treasures beyond their imaginations.

The sword’s crossguard and blade have runic writing, while the tang has special intricate celtic designs.

The set of axes she carries also are decorated at the blade with intricate celtic designs. While the body of the axe is made of sturdy oak and bound with leather in cris-cross lining knots.

The bow is made from the wood of an ash tree. Intricate designs were also carved into the bow’s upper and lower limb, along with its back and belly. The grip of the bow was bound with tight leather made from the fur of her first kill as a young girl.

Her shield is circular made of hard and sturdy oak. It is painted in black with a gold dragon, along the dragon’s body is runic writing. It is the prayer to the Gods.

History:
Born to two farmers, Vigdis was raised as the way a girl should be but she craved something more, a life more exciting than just farm work. She despised staying home to do the chores while her father got to leave for long periods of time to go raiding with the other men across the great sea.

She was always told she was too young to take part in these sorts of trips, that she was far too sickly to do any sort of thing. Growing tired of her mother’s taunts and her father’s words she pushed herself to train, forcing the other boys who lived near her to help her train. They laughed at her and refused to allow her to join until one day she decided to take matters into her own hands and began training herself by watching the other men train amongst themselves.

As time passed, she grew stronger, when she finally got the courage to stand up to her father she asked him to train her, he reluctantly agreed to do so. They spent so much time training that by the time she was seventeen she was able to go on her first raid with her father along her side. The raid went as smoothly as one could ever go, she had no scratch on her only the blood of her fallen victims. Once the war was over she was then dubbed as War Goddess for she was said to have fought like she was the Goddess Freya herself.

Years came and went, raid after raid was won and treasures were taken. Scars and stories were shared over a good drink and dinner. It was that time of year again where they would sail out and raid, but as all raids go, the people who lived there were ready for them. A lot of brothers and sisters had fallen, her father had been badly injured in the battle. Eventually, after a tiresome battle, they had won but not without losing many. Vigdis’ father was taken back to their came where he later died after succumbing to his wounds but not before giving Vigdis his most trusted sword that had won him many battles and took countless victims. Her father was given the proper burial and they set sail to head back home.

The frost had finally passed and it was time for another raid, as they set sail to head East, they were taken by surprise when a large and monstrous storm hit. Thinking they had angered Thor they tried to hold on to their ship and belongings for dear life as the storm roared and pushed the ships in opposite directions of their intended destination. What happened later when the storm finally cleared was something they had not seen coming, it was a scene that they would never have believed to be possible. It was a whole other world to them.

Skills:
Shieldmaking
Raiding and looting
Building
Training

[Shade]

Gargan Eklund
'The Shadow'

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Rank:
Scout

Personality:
Gargan is a mute. As such he is not the most social or talkative of any group, be it around a fire or among a patrol. He speaks through facial expression, deep guttural grunts and the occasional pointing of finger or steely glare. He very rarely shows emotion no matter the situation, in fact emotion could be argued to be the most lacking part of his personality.

Appearance:
Strong and slender, Gargan has lean muscles and very little fat beneath his light earth colored armor. He could appear skinny to some, but this would be a dangerous presumption to make. His hair is an abyss of blackness carved into a meandering stream surrounded by emptiness and smooth scalp. The cowl of Gargan's clothing is almost always up and hiding his neatly kept beard of equal darkness. When he eats, however, the cowl is removed and the many scars leading to his mouth, as streets do to a village center, are revealed.

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Weapons:
Bow and arrows, Twin dirks.

History:
It is said that Gargan is the sole survivor of a sorry village raided by its foes, the buildings burnt and the people slaughtered. They say he was found by travelling merchants, not much older than a babe, sprawled among the crimson blood and dying embers, sickeningly silent. When the merchants approached they noticed that this child was hurt, its mouth bloodied and tore.

The tongue had been cut from his mouth, the knife used showing no mercy in its movements, leaving cuts and wounds as it went. He was clutched tightly to his mothers cold corpse, one hand around her limp thumb and the other rested upon the bow she had evidently tried to use against an intruder. The story goes it took them many attempts to pull him from where he rested among the remains of his past, and when he finally did he refused to let go of the bow.

In the coming years he was taught how to speak - or rather listen - fight and hunt by the pelt and meat trader. It is said he was lost then, after having been rescued, and continued his life among the wilderness until he came across a village that suited him.

Skills:
Scouting
Animal handling
Archery

Weaknesses:
Fondness of children
Mute

[coolbro]

Full Name: Ulv Eidrson

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Rank: Warrior

Personality: Eidrson has a friendly (for a viking) and loud personality. He is always cracking jokes and making remarks. He knows lots of viking stories and songs and is usually the life of the party. His wise cracking and jolly demeanor is accompanied by loyalty to a fault, and he will die fighting for friend and lord alike. Eidrson likes ale (lots of it), parties and large women.

Appearance: Eidrson is a mammoth of a man and little on the heavy side with a Auburn beard and tomato face. He wears usually viking attire and can almost always be seen drinking from a stein.

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Weapon(s): Short sword and Shield

History: Eidrson was born in a small village of fisherman. From an early age his parents knew he was going to be a mighty warrior if only they could keep up with his appetite. He eventually found himself as a kings guard for a local lord after proving himself into battle.

Skills: Ale making, Story telling, fighting, fishing

Weaknesses: Has a bad leg from a fishing accident a long time ago. Also drinks so much he passes out.