Post by Wulfgar on Mar 20, 2008 18:07:28 GMT -5
Character Name: Wulfgar
Sex/Gender: male
Age: 17
Position: Good(but sadly enough does evil from time to time...the drawback of being from the Norse lands)
God/Mortal/Amazon/Centaur/Valkrey/etc: mortal(warrior)
Appearance: shoulder length dark brown hair, clean shaven with blue eyes, he wears brown/black pants and black boots with a dark brown shirt
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Personality: loves to drink and fight, but has a heart of gold when it comes to those he considers friends...unfortunately has no ill feelings about killing someone in combat
History: Born and raised in the Norse lands, had a really rough childhood(especially considering how his people were). Didn't know his mother whom had died giving birth to him. At the age of 14 his father revealed to him that his mother was actually from a distant place called Greece. He vowed to travel there and learn about his heritage on his mothers side, upon doing so his father diowned him believing this to be a sign of weakness. He endured a trial by axe only by the interference of the god he chose to worship(Baldur) and set of the very next day with nothing more than a set of clothes and a bag of gear slung over his shoulder. He spent 2 years travelling and finally happened upon the shores of Greece, where he was soon attacked by raiders. In the fight he accidently killed 3 of the 5 attackers and has since then been then been looking for any link to his mothers family.
Sample RP: Wulfgar reached up and lifted the cowl of his cloak against the rain and looked at the sign hanging above the door. After a few seconds he pieced together that the mug etched into the wood meant this was a tavern and went in. Immediately everyones attention was turned to the sight of the 6'2 man who was dressed radically different than anyone else in the bar.
Wulfgar headed over the bar and sat down setting his bag on the ground leaning against the bar. "Barkeep I would like a mug of your strongest ale." After recieving the ale he downed it without spilling a drop and stood up showing no signs of any effect from the drink. He looked around and after a few glances at the patrons he turned back to the barkeep. "You wouldn't happen to have known a woman by the name Myrna would you?" The barkeep shook his head no. "Sorry stranger that name doesn't ring a bell, perhaps you should try asking over at the temple of Athena." "Athena? Who is he your town elder?" The barkeep stood there dumbfounded for a brief moment then shook his head. "No stranger Athena is the goddess of Wisdom...what were your parents daft not to tell you about the gods?"
Wulfgar slams his hand down onto the bar cracking it and leans closer to the barkeep. "If I were you I would take that back, and as for the gods I know all about Odin and his family not to mention Val Halla. However you must forgive me I forget quite often that I am far from home." Wulfgar stands and reaches into his pocket pulling out the last of his dinars and tosses them onto the bar shrugging. "Sorry about the bar hopefully this will fix it." Wulfgar then reached down and picked up his bag and walked out of the tavern.
Secret Word: Bacon Bits
What you plan on doing with the character: Finding out about his Greek heritage and then regaining his honer.
Sex/Gender: male
Age: 17
Position: Good(but sadly enough does evil from time to time...the drawback of being from the Norse lands)
God/Mortal/Amazon/Centaur/Valkrey/etc: mortal(warrior)
Appearance: shoulder length dark brown hair, clean shaven with blue eyes, he wears brown/black pants and black boots with a dark brown shirt
warriorqueen1049.homestead.com/files/profiles/mc37.jpg
Personality: loves to drink and fight, but has a heart of gold when it comes to those he considers friends...unfortunately has no ill feelings about killing someone in combat
History: Born and raised in the Norse lands, had a really rough childhood(especially considering how his people were). Didn't know his mother whom had died giving birth to him. At the age of 14 his father revealed to him that his mother was actually from a distant place called Greece. He vowed to travel there and learn about his heritage on his mothers side, upon doing so his father diowned him believing this to be a sign of weakness. He endured a trial by axe only by the interference of the god he chose to worship(Baldur) and set of the very next day with nothing more than a set of clothes and a bag of gear slung over his shoulder. He spent 2 years travelling and finally happened upon the shores of Greece, where he was soon attacked by raiders. In the fight he accidently killed 3 of the 5 attackers and has since then been then been looking for any link to his mothers family.
Sample RP: Wulfgar reached up and lifted the cowl of his cloak against the rain and looked at the sign hanging above the door. After a few seconds he pieced together that the mug etched into the wood meant this was a tavern and went in. Immediately everyones attention was turned to the sight of the 6'2 man who was dressed radically different than anyone else in the bar.
Wulfgar headed over the bar and sat down setting his bag on the ground leaning against the bar. "Barkeep I would like a mug of your strongest ale." After recieving the ale he downed it without spilling a drop and stood up showing no signs of any effect from the drink. He looked around and after a few glances at the patrons he turned back to the barkeep. "You wouldn't happen to have known a woman by the name Myrna would you?" The barkeep shook his head no. "Sorry stranger that name doesn't ring a bell, perhaps you should try asking over at the temple of Athena." "Athena? Who is he your town elder?" The barkeep stood there dumbfounded for a brief moment then shook his head. "No stranger Athena is the goddess of Wisdom...what were your parents daft not to tell you about the gods?"
Wulfgar slams his hand down onto the bar cracking it and leans closer to the barkeep. "If I were you I would take that back, and as for the gods I know all about Odin and his family not to mention Val Halla. However you must forgive me I forget quite often that I am far from home." Wulfgar stands and reaches into his pocket pulling out the last of his dinars and tosses them onto the bar shrugging. "Sorry about the bar hopefully this will fix it." Wulfgar then reached down and picked up his bag and walked out of the tavern.
Secret Word: Bacon Bits
What you plan on doing with the character: Finding out about his Greek heritage and then regaining his honer.
But Thanks.
