<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>Cessily, Idris, Open<br/><br/>Depending on how hard Cessily looked for injuries the one wasn't hard to find... Pushing up his left sleeve would reveal the makeshift bandage around the self inflected wound from earlier. The cut only barely oozed now as shifting only slightly knitted it together and the long slice on his forearm looked identical to numerous others gracing that point on his forearm. Opening the uniform to expose his chest would reveal the three large runes burned into Ragnar's skin and the now dry blood that he used to trace over them. Any closer inspections would reveal that tattooed runes turned to brands. This could give an idea of the mental state that Ragnar constantly lived in, that would drive a man to burn things into his own skin along with the self inflected slices on his arm.<br/><br/>At the moment though the big man actually looked peacefull and considering all the sleepless nights he had gone through since his time in Sinister's labs it would be a good thing. The gloves with their 3/4 inch spiked knuckles had stayed in the place where all his clothing goes during shifts along with the belt and knife. His eyelids shift slightly as eyes move in where ever Myth's mind was. He was actually revisiting older happier times as he watched Christina roll over in their shared bed, her black hair covering her better then any sheet.  In the Danger Room though a picture fluttered down to the floor from a spot in his uniform... The one thing that he always kept close... The reminder of his failure...<br/><br/>Eyes of blue ice look into Christina's own brown eyes and a hand moves to stroke her face... In reality his right hand moves up to lightly stroke Cessily's cheek the hard skin roughened over many battles and fights. The knuckles of his hands are scared do to being broken open many times usually on another persons face. Christina smiles and her mouth opens only to shout,<strong>"Myth! Myth, what happened? Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor, Myth? Please, tell me..."</strong>A genuine smile spreads over Ragnar's face softening normally harsh features as he asks, "Myth? How did you come up with that one? Why would I need a doctor when I'm in bed with you?"<br/><br/>Her hand holds Ragnar's and the smile turns into a frown as the scene changes and now he is on his knees nude with her in his arms. A hand reaches up to leave a bloody streak on his cheek as Christina whispers, "You must let me go Ragnar... Live for me..." Then a face appears with white skin and a blood red jewel sunk into the middle of his forehead. A growl comes from Myth's throat and he shoots up eyes snapping open,<strong>"SINISTER!"</strong>His hair raises up of its own accord turning into a mass of hissing snakes. Slumping back Ragnar realizes it was all in his head as his hair shifts back and his eyes move over both Cessily and Idris, "I'll live girls... I'm not going to Valhalla yet..."<br/><br/>As he rests his eyes move back to Idris as he remembers her statement earlier, "You don't do parlor tricks... It's true I might have been able to end everything right away, but you see what unfamiliar forms do to me. This is only the second time I've used a dragon form and it will get easier the more I shift, but that's farther off yet." His eyes close as his head leans back against the wall, "This is the first time I've been part of a true team... I've never trained anyone and I've never led a team before. All my friends are dead at my own hand and just once I want to do something that's good before I go after Sinister. Only then will I go to Valhalla..."<br/><br/>His eyes move back to Cessily and he gives her hand a small squeeze, "Came back huh? Wanted to see the fight and only found me slumped..." Ragnar sighs, "I hate that you both have to see me this weak...." His eyes find the picture on the floor and he moves a hand towards it only to find it out of reach....<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Christina</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Christina1.jpg)</div></div>