<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrok/Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room Sept. 1st Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Standard Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team, Open<br/><br/>Ragnar had finished his first prayer and there was more to do before he was ready but that had to wait til closer til game time. Instead he stood there looking about muscles flexing in the form fitting uniform. Then he started with his knuckles and moved upward cracking them, then his wrists, shoulders, neck and finally back. Rolling his shoulders he looks over at the bouncing Nuo as she makes her entrance. She had asked if they had missed her and Ragnar allows himself a small smile before replying in his native language, "Maybe, little one..."<br/><br/>Then came the comment about them being the best looking team in the Danger Room and then he frowns looking down at himself, "This will offer some protection, but the color makes me stand out to much. That is begging for a sniper round to burrow in ones head on the battlefield..." His blue eyes shifted taking in the other girls as they entered. Flame breathing smoke like she wanted to light a bonfire right then and there. Then there was AstraFlare eyes closed almost looking like she was meditating. His head turns to look at Vektor who had been there before the girls and had been preparing but got distracted by the girls. While yes Ragnar had allowed himself to answer Nuo his mind was still elsewhere.<br/><br/>Now was the time to finish... His hand comes up opening the portal of swirling black energy once again and he reaches in and pulls out a length of white cloth that is covered with bits of red. Closing the portal he pushes up the sleeve on his left arm and then spreads his top wide revealing the white of his chest and the three large runes he had burned into his skin. His right hand moves down and back gripping the hilt of his K-Bar.... Bringing it out of its home he allows the blade to spin about in his fingers before suddenly stopping and swiping the blade across his forearm next to old scars that look like the cut just made.<br/><br/>Sheathing the blade Ragnar lets the blood flow a moment before dipping his fingers into it and tracing the runes on his chest. The All Father, the God of Justice and Bravery and the Thunder God... Odin, Tyr and Thor the three primary Gods of war... The cloth is then wrapped about the wounded forearm in a manner which leaves little doubt that he has done this numerous times. Actually Ragnar always does it before a battle and even before training as one must always be prepared... His lips open speaking a prayer in english so the others might understand,<br/><br/>"Lo, There do I see my Father<br/>Lo, There do I see my Mother and<br/>My Brothers and my Sisters<br/>Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning<br/>Lo, They do call to me<br/>They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla<br/>Where thine enemies have been vanquished<br/>Where the brave shall live Forever<br/>Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death."<br/><br/>His head drops down a moment as his long brown hair cascades down around his face and shoulders. Ragnar stares at the runes for a moment before looking back up a scowl on his lips and a growl in his throat. His right hand slowly pulls the zipper up covering the bare flesh and he looks toward the Control Room...