<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>     <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Myth</span><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Vision</span><br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Open</span><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>A winged bird flies throughout the jungle.... Unlike other birds in this place with their colorful plumage this bird's feathers are the color of storm clouds with a yellow beak and eyes of lightning and a disposition to match. It is much larger then the other birds in the jungle as well and it's wing strokes produce mini claps of thunder until Myth actively suppresses the ability and moves a different route much more silently. Settling on a branch the Thunderbird looks around its enhanced senses taking in more then a normal person. He would have picked a mythical animal more native to the land, but South American mythology has never been his strong point. Next time though he will rectify that problem even if it serves nothing more then to make the native squirm. It would be funny to see their faces as their own myths hunt them down.<br/><br/>Myth thinks as he scouts around as his mind works the same in different forms. He remembers his name is Ragnar Lodbrok, but everything before he came into his masters army is gone except for feelings and flashes. One reoccurring flash is of a younger petite Italian girl dark hair and brown eyes, her dead in his arms. Ragnar himself has no clue if he had killed her, but some feeling inside tells him different. It makes no difference anyhow since his Masters will is his will.<br/><br/>Suddenly something pulls Myth out of his thoughts and he wings closer to the sound just coming short of a clearing, but to where he could still see. Three people stand there... Two women and a man as he doesn't recognize the women, but the man looked familiar. He doesn't know what is going on, but he knows to signal the rest of his team so he uses the main reason he had chosen this form. Myth lets out the signal he was given which would be a loud sonic scream... It would alert those in the clearing but it couldn't be helped. Next would to shift back so the team could track his position, but first Myth would set the scene.<br/><br/>The large Thunderbird takes flight over the clearing as he lets loose on all abilities... Wings beat with loud claps of thunder and lightning streams off from his feathers. The sky darkens with storm clouds at his passing and he settles in the trees of the other side. Shifting back to his real form Ragnar cracks his neck before walking towards the clearing making no effort to hide his movements. He knows that he should wait, but Ragnar was spoiling for a fight and the large Norseman wanted his chance before the others got here. If he could do this without shifting forms he would be happy... It had been too long since Myth had felt the splash of warm blood on his face and he makes his entrance into the clearing. The wind blowing long brown hair off to the side as streaks of lightning light up a set of ice blue eyes and the twin twists of his goatee also ride the winds. Ragnar watches the three as he stalks closer, his hands raise to start pulling back the long brown hair into a tight tail as his eyes glimmer with impending bloodlust...