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Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Ah, yes. He's assuming that everything the crone says is Norse.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Well, the rather unfriendly Russian has made his move in the IC, so that's set.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Gavriil's deep-set eyes looked over his newest acquisition with simple and cold appraisal. It called to him in a way that made the Russian certain that if he ever let it out of his grasp he'd regret it. It was beautiful in a disturbingly alive way, almost as if it would speak or call to him when he was finally able to read the runes. No. That was't quite it. It was more... like it was already dead and was just waiting to make other things like it. What had the crone called it? The bones of the White Death? Ice from some Norseland? It seemed to be nearly the opposite of all the weak and warm things that had so corrupted the country that he'd spent about three hours in. Three hours too many.

It didn't help that it seemed like a lot of his current company seemed to be much the same as he'd feared. Soft. One appeared to be an American solider, if the man's posture, exceptionally clean shaven face, and the gift of a map was anything to go by. Graviil's harsh laughter wasn't able to be externalized by the crone's spell, but the sheer silliness of the terms being used in tandem made him arrogantly mirthful. More like a puppet helpless without his technology and his maps. What he wouldn't give to see the man in a real battle for his life, against the sheer cold and icy wastes of the north. However.... The woman next to him with the werewolf pelt. She seemed to smell of danger and the dark nights with the pack. No wonder she was chosen, as even Graviil with his icy disposition shuddered. Something much older than his physical body told him that the anything that could bear to use such a wolfish pelt was bad news.

The next in the line of brethren was the shifty looking fellow. The Russian could almost taste what was about to happen. I know the sort. Slippery fingers and even slipperier when confronted, making for a dangerous combination when on the opposite side of the poker table. However, this only made him more desirable to have on the closer side, if only to make sure he was stealing from the correct people. Of the three final ones, Gavriil decided to tackle his impressions of the one with the toothy necklace first. Dangerous. That was the only word that correctly described him. Something was there, prowling beneath the surface. Not like the wolf-woman. This was something like an idea, almost. Just a very old feeling, again like the wolves.

Before he could appraise the last two of his brethren, the stench of blood, something ever familiar to Gavriil, roused him from his internal ranting as the crone called for questions. Gripping the rifle ever tighter, the dark haired man pronounced his words with the barest trace of a Russian accent, choosing English over his native language because it was what the old one had spoken with. "Elder. You can see who was our parent, then? If so, tell who sired me. I am not familiar with the Norse myths. I want to know, also, about the White Death that has made this... weapon."

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

"Than it once was? I'll be sure to take that as a compliment." Logan's reply was equal parts annoyed and pained, clearly not enjoying the beating his head had taken in the past few hours. He snatched the fabric out of the air, before making sure that his nose was still in place and covering both nostrils to halt the blood from there as the wound on the side of his head required less attention at the current time. Wonder if there are any more surprisingly competent acquaintances that Lumara is going to have pop up. I'd rather not have this be a thing. Instead of voicing his concerns the spellcaster instead asked another, more pressing, question. "Can you see where my tome fell? I must have dropped it when the axeman closed into close combat. While I may be better fit for such fights than an average mage, it is still not something desirable, due to things such as this."

Logan didn't wait for an answer as he dropped to his knees to peer around for the very yellow tome on the very yellow sand, trying and failing to keep the blood loss from getting him light headed for the second time in half as many hours. The information these Shepherds provided better be worth getting hit like this for.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

From what I've gathered, you only die if you do something so monumentally stupid dying's the only way out. I doubt it'll be something as silly as walking down the street and then getting hit by a truck.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Sorry that I forgot to add it the first time around, I knew that I was missing something but I was not sure what.

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Badabing added the personal section

Ragnarok ( Modern Myth )

Hopefully this character is acceptable:

Name: Gavriil Vedenin
Age:Approaching twenty eight.
Race: A mix of several different races including, but not limited too: Russian, German, Irish, Italian, and Norwegian.
Sex: Male
Appearance: A decently tall male(6'3") of vaguely European heritage. Beautifully clear, nearly translucent skin, deep-set blue eyes and messily cut dark hair. Hard features, most noticeably his chin and his nose. He is adequately set about with muscle. Clean shaven.
Homeland: Russia.
History: Gavriil grew up in one of the many poor orphanages that are spread across Russia, never knowing who or what his parents were. His childhood was uneventful to a fault, never once being considered for adoption like much of his fellow orphans. Still, the experience hardened him to suffering, and he began to view the ones that didn't lead this sort of life to be weak. When he was released into his cold world, his delight was multiplied sevenfold when he discovered that the outside world was much like the dark home he had just left. The cold, hard Russian life was perfect for him, appealing to his innermost desires as he spotted the starving fighting for their lives and the homeless surviving in the dead chill. It provided a sense of belonging against the soft people who claimed the world outside of his homeland. It was good.

Something began to nag him as he settled down alone into the hard life, among the people who were always close to death. The books he could barely read all claimed that the life he so enjoyed was terrible. Gavriil, against his better judgment, was curious. This shouldn't be true. There shouldn't be a way of life that was better than this for the strong. He began to study, choosing to pick up the most commonly spoken of the hated soft-folk, English. It took him years of practice, years to master. All to see if this life he was so familiar was worth all the cursing it received. He had come to the climax of his research before he encountered an impasse. He simply did not have the funds required to go to this soft land filled with warmth and weakness.

It was then the note arrived. Gavriil knew it was his chance. He'd play along with this seeming end of days. While something inside him warned of underestimating what he had just been given, the rest of him leaped on the chance, and took a leap of faith toward the promised land of the oddly named "Runes and Things".

All that fancy stuff:
Heroic Role: Caster(Akin to a Sniper, long range support). Gavriil is a big man, but doesn't move around enough to be a tank, doesn't enjoy being up close and personal like a bruiser, and finds that he'd rather sit back and let the more eager do much of the distracting. His purviews mesh well with the role of sitting on the back line.
Priority 1 Attributes: Intelligence, Manipulation, Perception
Priority 2 Attributes: Strength, Quickness, Appearance, Stamina
Priority 3 Attributes: Dexterity, Charisma

Primary Purview: Death
Secondary Purviews: Frost and Darkness
Tertiary Purviews: Chaos and Health

Primary Trainings: Sniper, Research, Conversation
Secondary Trainings: Endure, Larceny, Wilds, Politics
Tertiary Trainings: Investigate, Heal, Drive

Jotunblut: Yes.

Edit:Oh Bugger the Personal Section
Romance: Sure.
Play style: No preference whatsoever in action or dialogue. Choices are always fun, and complex missions make that even funner.

Signature: Tentaclelord

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Looks like it's working now, at least for me.

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

TwilightDragon said
I'm trying to, Psy, but is anyone having trouble connecting to the collab site?

I was, as of yesterday. Said something about not being able to find the Web address.