Mesonyx

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

I'm so ready for this. Woop woop woop wooooooop <- This is me being intelligent.

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Bump!

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@XenoCyanide

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

@XenoCyanide On a very serious note, I'm so gay for that man. Well- I'm gay always.. but... - No? Oh.. Okay. I'll stop and just sit here and think about life. Haha.. awkwaaaard

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Also, people, do y'all realise that we might just get this party started really soon.



^ That would be me being excited ladies and gentlemen.

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@Heap241

My character will surely appreciate someone who can cook. Food is everyone's best friend, right? *pat pat* You'll be alright.

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Bjørn Ulfrikson

Name:
Bjørn Ulfrikson

Age:
41 yo

Appearance:

Bjørn Ulfrikson

Bjørn Ulfrikson, 6'2" tall and padded with muscle, is a tough looking creature. His brown manes - which includes his beard - show the first traces of grey, much against his liking. His eerily cold eye, its colour best described as colourless or pale, is often fixated on either ale or an attractive individual - most probably ale, while his other eye lays hidden beneath a thick, ugly scar which was the result of a dispute with the local guardsmen.

The sides of his skull are shaved and decorated with black - slightly faded - ink which creeps down his neck where it continues to flow over his shoulders, down his arms and towards his hands. The lines often interrupted by thick scars and scrapes from battle and brawls.

Class:
Berserker;

The Berserker is a character who throws himself into a fight with such reckless abandon, it almost seems a death wish. It could be over-enthusiasm, overconfidence, or an unstoppable, blinding rage that fuels him. Berserkers are equally capable of being good or evil, but almost always chaotic in their ways. They regularly have to be reminded by their teammates to control themselves after a particularly close call.

The berserkr of Viking-age Scandinavia: Warriors who are said to have thrown themselves into battle wearing only animal hides for armour and with no regard for their own safety. Their 'battle-madness', whose exact nature is presently unknown (some say it came from eating weird mushrooms before a battle) is said to have been a gift from the Gods. The word "berserkr" means "Bear-shirt" in Old Norse, referring to either their going into battle with the ferocity of bears or for wearing bear pelts into battle. Their effectiveness in battle is up for debate, but they were an imposing and terrifying nightmare to the continental Europeans — and, if The Icelandic Sagas are to be trusted, to their own civilization.

’His men rushed forwards without armour, were as mad as dogs or wolves, bit their shields, and were strong as bears or wild oxen, and killed people at a blow, but neither fire nor iron told upon them.’

Snorri Sturluson (1179–1241) Ynglinga saga

Alignment:
Chaotically Neutral

Weapon(s):
He'll carry with him his beloved axe, also used to chop wood whenever in need of a campfire, which he forged himself at the beginning of his journey. Found in his other hand - when not an ale - or on his back, he has a wooden, round shield which has seen better days and is in dire need of a repair or replacement. Hanging from his belt he'll also have a sharp, dagger-like knife which he uses to skin animals with, or - whenever needed - serves as a useful weapon against his enemies.

Armor/Clothing:
For battle, or quests, during colder months, he wears a sleeveless mail shirt formed of interlinked, riveted rings. It's mostly covered by thick furs and skins to make Bjørn look even broader than he already is. He'll have a bear-skin draped over his shoulder, its head sown on wolf-pelt to create a warm hood and rather disturbing sight.

During the warmer months, however, he wears a loin-cloth'like piece of dark fabric, underneath which - when not too warm - a tight pair of pants with leather boots and around his waist a massive gut belt, also functioning as armour to protect some of his vital organs.

He'll always dress to impress, having to seem intimidating in a way. So he'll most likely carry furs or animal bones with him to create such illusion.

Personal trinkets:

• Personal
  
  • Father's ring; given to him by his uncle after the fire.
  • Grizzly claw; hanging from his neck he displays the claws of a massive beast, the same creature once owned the thick fur that now hangs from Bjørn's shoulder.
• Functional
  
  • Knife (Weapon + Tool)
  • Axe (Weapon + Tool)
  • Whetstone
  • Flint and Steel
  • Tinder
  • Waterskin; most probably filled with an alcoholic beverage

Short History:
Bjørn was born and raised in a mountainous township which was well-known for mining. His parents had raised him in a strict way and hoped he’d one day would take over his father’s mining company, but after years they gave up on that idea. Young Bjørn just wasn’t great student and had no interest in maths or economy. His interest laid beyond the safe walls of his home. He had always dreamt of being an adventurer, or a soldier serving the crown. He wanted to explore and help people out, but his parents didn’t approve.

One day when Bjørn was fifteen years of age, the king’s men came to inspect his father’s mining business, like they did often. There was always trouble between the king and his dad. The crown demanded a lower price, but his father had declined. They had lowered the price three times already that year. But his refusal had been the last straw.

The young Bjørn was helping out at the mines when he saw the flames arising from his home. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, but when he arrived his home had already been devoured by flames and his parents buried beneath the embers. Bjørn grew a hatred towards the men who carried with them the king’s sigil. He had realised that day that there was nothing lawful about them.

His uncle let him live with him and his wife, they raised him like he was one of their own. His uncle had been a worker in the mines and took his father’s position while teaching Bjørn the ropes of mining itself. He grew older and stronger in the dark, picking stone until his muscles ached, day-after-day. Then one morning he said his goodbyes, leaving his home to seek the men who had taken his parents from him.

Of course, too many years had passed for him to find them. Their faces had faded from his memory and their traces disappeared over time. He wasn’t in peace, but he decided that helping others out would at least ease the still aching pain. Now traveling the land, he helps out wherever he can; keeping trade-routes safe, farmers who need an extra hand during the harvest, and more. These days, while being in the area, he spends his hours drinking and brawling with the local louts at ‘The Retired Sword’.

Personality:
Bjørn Ulfrikson lives up to his name; he's a musclebound goliath of great proportions. He's large, a little hairy and richly decorated with ink.. - Did I mention that he's large? With his axe in one hand and a mug of ale in the other, he’s often found causing havoc in taverns and other places of merriment. This bulky character is easily the brains of the group due to his vast knowledge of shapes and colours. - Okay, he’s clearly the muscle and not one to be trusted with difficult decision making. His intelligence has proven problematic in the past; Violence is his preferred approach. Quick and easy.

But don’t get fooled by those bulky arms and intimidating gaze. This ale-loving man could easily become your best friend. He’s as loyal as a dog and would never leave someone behind. This (surprisingly huggable) giant’s laughter could warm the coldest of hearts and he has proven himself to be more compassionate than people, and he himself, expect him to be. He has a good sense of right and wrong and serves justice as he deems fit, which might not always be the lawful way.

World of the West | Western RP

Watching from a distance as the crowd gathered around the poster - on which the reward for finding a group of treasure hunters - sat Lynch, silently chewing on some tobacco. He just observed, eying the men and women who came to see what the poster was about. His brother had already tried to push him, knowing that Scott needed the money. And his brother had been right. He did need the money. Lately he had spent his night in a friend's barn, sleeping in the same stable as his horse, Able. It was alright, but he really didn't want to be there for another year.

A reward of $130. Everyone spoke the language of money, so seeing that amount had everyone interested. But why were these men so important. There were plenty of missing treasure hunters, but why did these men get a reward for finding them? - What were they chasing? Something about this poster just didn't feel right.

He decided to wait for a little longer, still eying the crowd to see what would happen next while his mind was working on a plan of action. Perhaps his brother had more information; - No. No he didn't have any. He would've told him more had he known more. It were probably the locals at the edge of town who would have more information. A group of treasure hunters surely would catch someone's attention, right?

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

@Venku@XenoCyanide Cut 'em clean off, I'd say! - I mean, er.. Look, ale!

Also, same. I can't wait. I'm sitting here stalking all you guys. I mean.. ale.

World of the West | Western RP

Scott Lynch

'When was the last time you did something for the first time?'

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GENDER
Male

AGE
Thirty Five

OCCUPATION
Gunsmith

FAMILY
Father: William Lynch - Deceased
Mother: Elizabeth Hart - Deceased
Uncle: Jasper Hart - Armsdealer
Older Brother: George Lynch - Deceased
Younger Brother: Will Lynch - Lawman - Alive
Younger Sister: Samantha Lynch - Unknown - Unknown

ACCOMPANIED BY

Able

EQUIPMENT
The Winchester Model 1886 Rifle
has a 26 inch octagon barrel that carries a standard buckhorn style rear sight and a German silver front sight. Chambered in 38-56 Winchester, it features a tubular magazine that holds nine rounds.
1873 Colt Single Action Army Revolver

SKILLS
Firearm Maintenance - Advanced Firearms Skills - Expert Marksman - Horseback riding

PERSONALITY
Scott is a social creature who is friendly and calm, but ever watchful. He can get a little trigger-happy once you get on his bad-side, but stay on his good-side and you'll have a partner to back you up. He can seem a little flirtatious from time to time, whether it's around men or women. Honestly, everyone deserves a compliment, right?

BACKSTORY
Scott Lynch grew up on a peaceful part of America, or however peaceful it could be, where he was taught how to shoot, ride horseback and shoot while riding horseback. All of that under the close supervision of his father, who had been a lawman at the time, like his older brother. He was raised with plenty of hard work and quickly gained knowledge about what lawless parties roamed the land, how a weapon had to be taken apart and put back together and how to protect himself and his family.

One day, when he was close to adulthood, he and his younger siblings went to the market in town, close by. While browsing the stores for something their father needed, they heard shouting and screaming. While they had been gone, a party of bandits had raided their farmhouse, just outside the city, and killed their mother. Their father and brother were being dragged by their necks behind the horses of whoever had been after them - the men had been strangers to Scott. By the time the bandits reached town, their father and brother had already died gruesome, painful deaths. They were left on display for everyone in town to see.

Soon after, they were being moved to another town to live with their uncle. A harsh man who only wanted to raise them best as he could. Their younger sister Samantha was the first to move after getting married. She then disappeared, having moved somewhere and never having sent a letter again. He and his brother, however, stayed and continued to learn from Jasper.

While his brother decided to work for the law, serving justice wherever he could, Scott preferred to follow his uncle's footsteps as an armsdealer. He later specialised himself in the maintenance of rifles and guns.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wishes to find the men who killed his parents and brother all those years ago, but he realised that too much time had gone by. There was no trace of who those men had been and what their motives were - save for his father being a lawman, that was.