<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>Open<br/><br/>The doors slide open to admit the large mutant known as Ragnar or Myth if you wanted to go by code names... Looking about at the room he must admit that it doesn't look all that special, but he had heard about what the room could do. It was also appearant that he was the first one there. A frown appears on his face as he thinks to himself,<em>"The others must still be changing..."</em>Some might like to drag things out or chat, but he had never been one for all that. Ragnar loved to train... Jeet Kune Do, target shooting, and knife training took up most of his free time. He was a mercenary... Well former mercenary he liked to keep sharp, any other time usually went to music or the 360 between missions.<br/><br/>Finally shrugging Ragnar decides to finish getting ready and waves his hand over some blank space to his side. A glowing portal opens up the interdimenional storage space he uses. Most of the time it only opens when he changes which is quick enough for it not to be seen. Now he intends to pull some gear from the space so it remains open in a hole of swirlling black energy. He has no clue how it works, but most of the time it was just put his hands in and what he wants appears in them. First he pulls out a tactical belt with a knife secured sideways so it rests at the small of his back. Wrapping it about his waist the sturdy material locks with a snap in the front and he snugs it so it won't slide off. Last he grabs a pair of fingerless leather gloves before shutting the portal. Pulling the gloves on he checks over the sharpened metal spikes that adorn the leather of the gloves.<br/><br/>Taking a breath he pulls the K-Bar from it's sheath and looks at the flat black blade. He always keeps it sharp and prefers it and his spiked gloves over anything that fires a round... Guns can jam, but a good knife is always a friend... Now it is just a waiting game and Ragnar's voice rings out in his native Norse,<br/><br/>"I'm standing on the ship<br/>looking out towards the sea,<br/>glancing at the waters<br/>that soon will carry me.<br/>Beating of distant drums<br/>coming from the battlefield,<br/>a thousand Viking warriors<br/>their weapons they won't yield.<br/>I hear Valhalla's call<br/>coming yonder from the sky,<br/>my time will soon be up<br/>I know then that I must die.<br/>I call upon mighty Thor<br/>to be always at my side,<br/>so that I may fight bravely<br/>after each oncoming tide.<br/>Let blood be on my sword<br/>let sweat fall from my brow,<br/>as I go on the battlefield<br/>to strike my foes down.<br/>And if I should be last to fall<br/>let me die a death with pride,<br/>then my children will proudly know<br/>a hero is how I died."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ragnar's knife and gloves</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Ragnar%27s_gloves.jpg)  (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Ragnar%27s_knife.png)</div></div>