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| Biorn Godson | Sep 29 2014, 03:02 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Biorn Godson Gender: Male Nature: Barbarian Demeanor: Loner Age: 32 Date of Birth: 1198 Place of Birth: Norway Religion: Pagan Merits: Tough As Nails (3Pt), Bruiser (1Pt), Lion-Hearted (1Pt), Scarred (1Pt), Lucky (3Pt), Medium (2Pt), Secret (3Pt- Storyteller’s Discretion) Flaws: Impatient (1Pt), Nightmares (1Pt), Vengeful (2Pt), Foreign Outlander (1Pt), Infamous Lineage (1Pt), Callous (4Pt), Enemy (3Pt) Spoiler: click to toggle Appearance: Biorn stands 6’3”, and has a very muscular build, he is covered in battle scars and he bears them proudly, each one a testament to his fortitude and prowess in battle. Black Long hair and beard, various tattoos cover his chest and arms. Fierce Brown eyes lie beneath a strong brow. Biorn can typically seen wearing leather pants and boots and a simple tunic. He always has an Axe on his belt. Personality: What Biorn was in the past died with those who had known him, this man going forth on a vendetta against a one eyed werewolf has just begun. He doesn’t mince words, but in this new world he’s settling into he’s become more withdrawn, speaking only out of necessity,. History: To tell the history of Biorn would all lead back to one place, Biorn’s Father, A Viking raider by the name of Godes Thorison and of his father before him. Those are not Biorn’s story to tell. So let us begin with the three key lessons handed from Father to Son. Father’s who were unwilling to let go of their ancestors ways, they maintained their pagan path. The first of these lessons were of the Gods; Odin, the All father and his wife Freya, the Goddess of beauty and love. Thor, who works his mighty anvil, his brother Loki, and many others. The gods could be cruel, lest they favor you; so always seek the favor of the gods through battle, fear not death, seek out your place in Valhalla. The second lesson was of Glory and War, all men should seek their glory in war; a man should not seek death but not fear to die in battle. In war, shield brethren will leave for Valhalla and it is their greatest honor. The third, but by no means the final lesson was that you should never leave empty handed, take tribute, slaves or take your fill by force, but never leave empty handed. Those formative years in his life were filled with lessons on battle, and weapons, around age 10 his father left on a raid leaving his still too young son to apprentice as a blacksmith, Biorn’s body responded to the years of hard labor, a man was chiseled from the boy, his father would be pleased when he returned home, The boy he left would be a man ready for battle upon his return. Biorn spent the hours he hadn’t been working for the blacksmith, or flat out doing his work for him training with various weapons, the sword, the axe and battleaxe were his favored weapons. Two and a half months after his 13th year Biorn was delivering some fishing spears that he had recently repaired, as he left the fishermen he saw his father’s sail in the distance, at long last his father was home. His father’s time home would be cut short, as another adventure was launched, more treasures to be had, this time however Biorn as a man, and at 13 already stood 5’6” tall. Biorn had a talent for battle, as did his father, and his before him. The training had taken him far, but his desire to prove himself to his father and the bloodlust that entailed had pushed him along into manhood long before. The lives of the North men were bloody and full of hardship, and had a way of aging a young man in ways like nowhere else on this world. They had sailed to warmer lands, father and son carved a swath out through the lands, many Vikings had given up their raiding ways but to Godeson, it was one of the most important parts of life, how else could one get to Valhalla? Hill and Valley alike fell beneath the onslaught of those who had sailed, and a great trove of treasure was pillaged from the landside and when the faithful Vikings felt they had their fill three years later, they finally set sail back home, with tales of battle, and treasures to prove it. This first raid had cemented his father’s teachings within him; the Adrenaline of battle was indeed a spiritual experience. Only a few had died, Biorn had tried to intervene in one, but the older warrior sent him on his way a smile on his face as he expelled his last breath, and final word. “Valhalla” The smile on the warriors face as he met his death had cemented the need for battle, and a death worthy of a drink in the great mead halls of Odinson. After those three years the raiders returned home to something unexpected, another clan had joined with theirs, and there were twice as many ships docked now, It would have been alarming had his mother not been there to welcome them home, news had spread of their sails quickly. The town had twice the original occupants as when they had left those years prior, The Jarl had come the next week, demanding the tribute he was owed from the expedition. As always they would pay their loathsome Jarl his tribute to remain on his ass and do nothing. Biorn, his Father and all the men that had returned from the recent voyage were called to a longhouse on the opposite end of their village. A new adventure was already in the works; Biorn and his Father were wanted to come along to share in the spoils of war. Biorn had been home only three weeks but already he ached for battle, to prove himself worthy of Valhalla. This trip would have to wait till after winter, as the cold lands of the north had already begun freezing over. Once the ice in the harbor had broken as winter gave way to spring, two more boats had joined them in the harbor, seven ships would sail for this next adventure as more of their Viking brethren that resisted the forceful conversion to Christianity and remained in the old ways. As they sat sail, Biorn had no way of knowing his soul mate was also on this same excursion, a shield maiden from another village. The Landing had gone well, and Biorn, his Father and their men had been fortuitous as always, Luck had shone on them for all their lives, and gods willing it should continue so. After a month of pillaging a coastline, monasteries with their profound treasures. It was amidst the backs of bloody town militiamen that He first laid eyes upon Vigdis Grimsdottir a blood spattered Valykyrie of the battlefield, Ice Blonde long hair over armored shoulders, piercing blue eyes met his own, He would have this shield maiden, her lips moved, he watched as she spoke, but too mesmerized to hear them. The red flash of pain in his side was near instant, he took a blade across his side, the blow only just breaking open the skin, before he whirled about, claiming the arm of a wounded militiaman with his sword, and He promptly made sure this militiaman would never be a bother again. He turned and walked over to the Valkyrie, they were both equally enamored with one another, and after a very short introduction he was as deep within her as he could get inside a nearby monastery, they paired amidst the bodies of those they had slain covered in their blood and it was love. The pair would return home the following month among their shield brethren and then they would be hand fasted, joining their two families. They spent several years after happily, a continued cycle of raids and winters, and love. A time had come when Biorn was 25 that he decided he had wanted sons and Vigdis and Biorn tried, the first time she had miscarried was in a fall just outside their doorstep, it would be two more years before they had tried again and Vigdis was nearing her due date, He would leave her home with his mother and he and his father would return to raiding, and when he returned home Biorn would be a father. Biorn had set sail with his father and five ships, they would return only 7 months later to a home in shambles, Vigdis was there but she told of the home invasion that had occurred only one month after they had left to raid. A pair of bandits had entered their home and begun stealing their valuables; the two women had put up a good fight, gutted one of them men in the process. Alas it was a fight that would claim the life of Biorn’s Mother, and his unborn son. Biorn lamented that surely the gods had cursed him to be childless, but for what he couldn’t find a reason. Biorn and his father worked hard over the following weeks to repair their home and pay their respects to his now deceased mother. It would not be so long after that Biorn began hearing the voice of his deceased mother, at first he was alarmed but then the voice was able to prove to him that it was who it claimed to be, and his mothers spirit would guide him to the remaining intruder, the one who got away after claiming his mother’s life. The man endured a horrible fate, and that is all that is fitting to say. Biorn’s mother’s voice was never heard of again, though at times and in places he had felt the presence of other spirits since that first encounter. Nearly 5 years had passed since then, and Vigdis was pregnant again. It was time to raid, and Biorn and his Father would again return to their raiding, it was the Viking way and the only way to continue to survive. This time, pregnant or no Vigdis would join them and remain at camp, It was one less space for an able bodied warrior, but after many years the Father and Son duo had obtained the wealth and acquired their own boat, and could afford such a luxury. They would make landfall, set up camp and raid, pack up and sail farther and repeat the same, they would do this until the treasure was enough for their needs, and the needs of those who had joined in the adventure. One evening after a successful raid with thoughts of heading home the next morning, that his child would be born at home, by his own hearth he would lay his head down and dream peaceful dreams for this one, final time. He awoke to screams, the moon was at its peak, the night was yet young but all around him were the limbs of his shield brethren, their insides strewn in chaos amidst the trees and the dirt ran red, A trio of werewolves were savagely severing the last of his shield brethren, his father lie somewhere nearby a mangled mess of what was once a great warrior, Biorn seized his father’s Uthbert sword as his own, snatched the hand of Vigdis and made way for his boat, he would not lose another child, not again. As he neared his boat it caught fire, and it burned so hot and fast that it caused the alcohol stored aboard to cause a small explosion, sending gold and silver shrapnel nearby. One of the werewolves was upon Vigdis and Biorn and they fought valiantly but their swords seemed to cause the creature no harm, surely the gods hadn’t doomed the two of them to this fate?! Biorn dove into the creature with his shoulder causing an arm that was already on collision course with Vigdis to deviate, he plunged his sword through the abdomen of the creature, it only snarled, calling the attention of the other two to now turn on the pair of lovers. If he had to die, then at least it was at the side of his Valykyrie, Biorn would go out fighting these beasts and earn his place in Valhalla. One of the beasts pounced upon Biorn pinning him forth, another had pounced upon Vigdis, and quickly lay waste to the love of his life, the horror of being helpless to change anything caused Biorn to lose heart, and in that moment something they had raided inside the boat caused another explosion, and a cache of silver coins exploded into the three creatures, two of them died and the one pinning him down had a silver chalice cleave away his jaw, He howled in what the Viking knew to be pain for the first time. In his mind it clicked, and he saw nearby a large silver crucifix, he picked it up and the creature confirmed the thought Biorn had with the fear in its eyes. The creature ran off and for the rest of the night Biorn prepared his wife for a burial at sea, and set her ablaze and adrift. In the morning hours Biorn gathered a large burlap sack full of all the silver coins and treasure he could find, the bag was heavy as he fled towards the safest place he had seen from his ship, the walled city North from where he was. On the way he came across a cottage and acquired an old mule, which he made carry his valuables, Two uneventful nights later Biorn finds himself in a new walled city, A place to make a new life, a place from which to ready his hunt against the beasts that rent his family to nothing. Edits::: Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by Biorn Godson, Sep 29 2014, 09:42 PM.
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Merits: Tough As Nails (3Pt), Bruiser (1Pt), Lion-Hearted (1Pt), Scarred (1Pt), Lucky (3Pt), Medium (2Pt), Secret (3Pt- Storyteller’s Discretion) Flaws: Impatient (1Pt), Nightmares (1Pt), Vengeful (2Pt), Foreign Outlander (1Pt), Infamous Lineage (1Pt), Callous (4Pt), Enemy (3Pt) | |
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