<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gunnar Morkai</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab308/gigafist/07cf55c5-96e6-4726-83f6-a8c5fdf78e79_zpsa25694ef.jpg) (http://s874.photobucket.com/user/gigafist/media/07cf55c5-96e6-4726-83f6-a8c5fdf78e79_zpsa25694ef.jpg.html)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Gunnar Morkai<br/><strong>Player:</strong> Kevben Battleheart<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> None (Human)<br/><strong>Generation:</strong> TBD<br/> <br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Gunnar Morkai is a giant of a man, even by Norse standards, standing two and a half heads taller than those of average height and even his weight and build reflects this, having been compared to that of a bear without all the hair. Hidden by his armor, his skin is a pale imitation of the healthy pink of his fellow humans, similar to that of man suffering from hypothermia. His eyes are colored like that of steel, even glinting when in the right light, and a wealth of white hair adorns his head, marking him as an albino, kept somewhat neat in braids that have runes tied in. His body type makes it easy for him to wield the weapon he draws his surname from.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Traits:</strong> Hidden by the fact that he constantly wears his armor, Bjorn is a rather pale skinned person. Like a ghost, those who know of this somehow, snow on snow they whisper. As such he is treated by a mix of awe, superstition and fear due to this fact alone as it is speculated that he is a descendant of a frost giant.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Gunnar acts just like his other fellow Norsemen; he loves to drink, fight, and fuck just about anything that moves, though the only difference is that he is a whole lot quieter than a good portion of his fellows. He's a bit more withdrawn than most of his fellows, preferring his own company rather than be drinking and eating with those who he call his brothers. There is a reason behind this behavior, but he doesn't speak of it to anyone. When not on the battlefield or on a longship heading to pillage and rape he tends to silently observe the daily functions of his jarls hall with an observant eye. When he's in battle, however, he begins to act a little more like his fellows, though is still silent. He does this on purpose, for who doesn't fear a foe who comes to fight and kill you, but doesn't utter so much as a battle cry or utter a cry of pain?<br/><br/><strong>Mental Traits:</strong> Hel's Champion: Gunnar believes that there was a reason why it was his soul was sent to wander Hel's domain before she greeted him and then, after a talk he can't remember, sent him back to his body. He believes it's that she has marked him as a chosen, a Champion for whatever cause she has recruited him for and also thinks that she is the one he sees in his dreams, whispering the names of those who will be slain in the next engagement.<br/><br/>Protected: As a result of him thinking he's Hel's champion, Gunnar has somewhat come to think that she protects him to a degree. He believes that fate has something in store for him, and so long as he doesn't push his luck too much he believes that he will survive any and all trials he may face.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Even from birth, Gunnar has proven that he was born to fight, gripping and holding the handle of an ax after only a day of being born. Gunnar was the third born son of Norse farmer, and that alongside him gripping the ax while still in the craddle, marked him the most likely to go-a-viking out of his other siblings. This thinking was only further proven as he grew up, constantly getting into fights with the other children of their village, and when he wasn't fighting with the children or aiding his father then he would spend time around those who had actually fought and gone viking before.<br/><br/>In his teenage years he spent more time around those that were older than him, learning the art of sword and axeplay as well as being taught everything one may need to know about sailing a ship. He knows how to tie knots, maintain the sails and everything else one might need him to know. Gunnar proved time and again that he was as good as men twice his age, but much more willing to take a hit to punish his opponent doublefold.<br/><br/>By the time he was considered a man, Gunnar had proven that he was more suited for a fight than anyone else in the village, even besting those he grew up alongside with and it was no surprise that at the first chance for him to go viking, he did so with gusto.<br/><br/>His first raid happened along the northern shore of England, where he and his fellows, some 70 or so norsemen, raided a small town. Unfortanely for them, the town proved to be under a heavier guard than they thought, but rather than turning around and head back home, the Norse went on to attack the town. The beginning of the raid the towns folk were surprised by how bold the Vikings proved themselves to be, and this aided the Norsemen in taking about half the village before the villagers began to rally a defense.<br/><br/>At first it was a small pocket of simple people using improvised weapons and barracaded buildings. These took little time to break down, but as time passed the defense became incresingly stronger, and with only seventy vikings attacking, the battefield soon evened out as every lose the vikings suffered was one they couldn't truly afford, but for every lose the Norse suffered, they ensure that the defenders lost at least two to three men if they were lucky...but this would not be enough. By the time the Norse lost half their numbers the townsfolk had found their fighting spirit and pushed the Norse back out of the town.<br/><br/>Gunnar himself was racking up a rather nasty deathtoll of his own, but he was an unfortanate victim as he was suddenly bashed in the back of his head by a blunt object, feeling his head get struck again before his vision went to black. From there he can recall only the sketchiest of details, of wandering in a mist filled land before he happened upon a woman who sat upon a throne carved from bones. They conversed, but of what he couldn't recall, as soon he awoke to find that the rest of his kinsmen were being slaughtered. The battle was lost, but Gunnar took up his axe again as he struck the englishmen from behind, causing confusion and fear once more as he fought his way back to the boats and managed to get into one as the others, now roughly numbering twenty, was able to get their scuta back into the water and sailed away.<br/><br/>Ever since then, Gunnar has traveled for some unknown reason to most, always seeking the most hopeless of raids and campaigns and while the fighting rages around him, he slays those who gets in his way as he approaches the fallen and places a small token upon their corpses.<br/><br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong> None (obviously with him being a human.)<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Morkai: The weapon he derives his surname from, Morkai is a great axe that is meant to be wielded with two hands, as it requires great upper body strength to carry and swing. The blade of the weapon is fashioned after a two-headed skeletal wolf snarling and has various runes carved into the blade, as is Hel's name also carved into the metal in runes. (looks a little something like this (http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m270337a_P7Mb3.jpg) if the way I described it does little justice.)<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Gunnar is a practically a master of combat, even more so since the return of his soul it would appear, or at least he is when it comes to wielding an axe. Give the man a sword and he will have to take some time to learn its use, considering an axe and a sword are two completely different weapons. He's also spent plenty of time at sea on both <em>Scuta's</em> and <em>Drakkar's</em>. As such he can act as an oarsman or aid in navigating or performing any other task required of one to operate such ships.<br/><br/><strong>Resources:</strong> Besides his axe, Gunnar also posses a mix of armor that is a combination of leather, furs and chain mail, as well as a skull helm that hides his facial features well. On him Gunnar might have enough supplies to last a week, maybe two weeks in the wilds during the summer if he's careful, though he would very well be doomed after a few days in the winter months.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual and dominant, though through coercion he may find he's not at straight as he thinks.<br/><strong>Associated Kinks:</strong> My character, for intentional purposes, is considered vanilla when it comes to kinks (save for raping.) He can be introduced to new things through coercion, but don't expect him to be curious or eager right away. Again though, he might come around with time.<br/><strong>On/Offs:</strong> The only real hard limits are scat/waterworks, snuff (unless my characters death is needed to advance the story, then don't expect me to get pleasure from it) and anything against E's rules.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skuld Grimsdottir</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Skuld Grimsdottir<br/><strong>Player:</strong> bubby<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> N/A (leaning towards Brujah, but Gangrel might work too.)<br/><strong>Generation:</strong> N/A<br/> <br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>  <br/><br/>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ijzlvIdD1rbjskko1_500.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Physical Traits:</strong> She stands tall for a woman, nearing 6 feet. She is well muscled bearing and using shield and sword. Her hair is strawberry blonde, falling to the middle of her back. Eyes of bright sky blue. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Skuld lives to raid, first and foremost. She is a free spirit, quick to laugh, drink, fuck and fight. She can be easy and outgoing, but she holds a darker side as well. This side shows when in the midst of battle, when her smile shows through a mask of blood. <br/><br/><strong>Mental Traits:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Born the only daughter of a renowned Hersir, the youngest in a passel of sons, it was noted from a very young age that she wanted nothing to do with becoming any ones wife. She instead followed her father who she worshiped, and trained with her brothers, and proved herself worthy of carrying sword and shield through sweat and blood. She came to be a true Shield Maiden and reveled in it.<br/><br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Sword (http://martial-arts-shop.eu/images/products/en/Godfred_Viking_sword_SH1010.jpg), shield (http://costumegirl.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dscn3284.jpg), short axe (http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz337/14thForsaken/IMG_1047.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Very skilled in battle, enough so that she can hold a shield wall with the best of them. Better fighter on foot then atop horse, but capable. <br/><br/><strong>Resources:</strong> Her weapons and her skills, also a small holding of her own, left to her by her father. <br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br/><strong>Associated Kinks:</strong> Bondage, Non-Con. Looking to be Embraced, leaning towards Brujah due to her skills, but open to anything. <br/><strong>Ons/Offs:</strong> See players.</div></div>