Jotun [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Jotun [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-10-2016, 07:05:29</strong>
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				(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQ0LjAwMDAwMC5TbTkwZFc0LC4wAAAA/comic-runes.regular.png)<br><br><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjAwMDAwMC5WTU96Wm5ScGNnLCwuMAAA/viking.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(http://i1375.photobucket.com/albums/ag475/ashokconcept/VikingVillageWIP5_zps56084ca7.jpg)</div><br><strong>Toftir</strong> is a small village nestled in the Kaldrs (mountains). It is chilly as winter creeps closer. The village will be in need of plenty of food and fresh water to survive the cold. The village chief, Ingolf, did not offer any gifts to the Jotnar to protect them from the elements, having faith in his own sturdy people to make it through. Selfish; ungrateful; the Jotnar think. Toftir would be the example to all mortals of Midgard. <em>Without the Jotnar, the mortals are nothing.</em><br><br>While the heroes are out, a frigid and terrible wind rushes toward their home, whispering of evil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jotun [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>08-10-2016, 07:08:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLjQ4NDI0Mi5RVzV6WVd4a2J5QktkVzVyWlhJLC4w/fantaisieartistique.medium.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/67/0d/ff/670dff4f88f1a061b087b880490042a2.jpg)<br><strong>Face Claim:</strong> Brock O'Hurn</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ansaldo "Anzo" Junker<br><strong>Age:</strong> 29<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'3"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 210 lbs.<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Brown with natural caramel highlights<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Grey<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Woodcutter<br><br><strong>Written Description:</strong> Anzo is a tall and large man, and anyone would have guessed that his job around the village had to involve heavy-lifting. His hair is long and thick, extending past his shoulders. His daughter, Emma often likes to braid it, bead it, and sometimes adorn his locks with flowers. His wife, Gerhild ensures that he keeps his beard tame. Anzo keeps his beard close to his jaw so that she can find his lips to kiss him (as is the jest). He wears simple clothes. White cotton tunics that his wife and daughter sew for him and charcoal-black to brown cotton trousers. Moccasins cover his feet made from deer skin and cushioned with hare fur. About his neck is a leather necklace with a dire wolf fang wrapped in it.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> For being a big man, Anzo can appear as gentle or as intimidating as his mood swings. The latter is rare. His life has been simple and at peace. Absolutely the way he would have desired it after meeting his love, Gerhild and producing a beautiful girl. He would ask for nothing more. The village was his family, and together they all make an effort to raise the children right. Anzo can act a little boyish. He and his daughter sometimes get into so much trouble that Gerhild feels as though she is raising two children. She keeps them both fed and makes sure that they both go to bed and not stay up too late or sneak around at night. Anzo loves teaching his daughter about the forest, the animals, and stories about Yggdrasil and the Aesir. He is highly protective of his family, and so he doesn't let his daughter go anywhere where he can't keep an eye on her. Let's just say, Anzo would have gave any boyfriend she might of had when she got older a scare. She's daddy's little girl.<br><br>Anzo is hardworking. Once he sets his mind to a task, he won't stop until it is finished, preferring to get as much as he can done in one day so that he could have the next day off. He likes to work with his hands, and he likes to be around nature for it takes his mind off of the world and allows him to relax. It was believed that once upon a time, Anzo used to not be as nice or kind. How did his personality change with Gerhild? Well, she might have actually been the boss of the household. <br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> His family, nature, working with his hands, and helping others.<br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Anyone or anything that endangers his family or the village, dull and faulty equipment, and having no control over his life.<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Anzo wasn't born and raised in the village. He came to the village when he was 20 years old, and back then he was a loud and obnoxious mercenary. He and his band entered the village to claim it as their stomping grounds, and it was only until he stopped by the village tavern that he met his match. She was an absolutely gorgeous woman by the name of Gerhild, and she wasn't afraid of him or his band. She stood up to him and nearly risked getting backhanded for it by one of his companions. Anzo stopped the man, and instead of cause further trouble for Gerhild, the tavern, and the village, they camped on the outskirts. Gerhild was intrigued by Anzo's manners, and at nightfall, she would sneak out to visit him, bringing him sacks of food and kegs of ale for him and his party. The two soon fell in love, and when Anzo started wandering away from the party, his focus no longer on money, the mercenary band decided to abandon him. Since that day, Anzo remained at the village, taking care of Gerhild, and then his daughter Emma. He performed numerous jobs for villagers from patching roofs, restoring foundations, to cutting wood for them so that they could keep warm every night. Life for him had never been better and not once did he regret having not left with his old band.<br><br><strong>Inventory:</strong> Axe, water skin, bread, cheese, and grapes.<br><br><strong>Quintessence:</strong> <em>None at this time.</em><br><br><strong>Companion:</strong> <em>None</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jotun [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EdwardShane</strong> on <strong>08-10-2016, 07:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.bjorns-wrestling.dk/bjornfoto/Viking2.JPG)</div>Name - Ulric Lange<br>Age - 48<br>Gender - Male<br>Height - 6' 1"<br>Weight - 178 lbs<br>Hair Color - Grey-Blonde <br>Eye Color - Blue<br>Occupation - Fisherman<br><br>Written Description - While Ulric may be getting up there in years, he has aged fairly well.&nbsp; He is still in fairly good physical shape, though his muscle tone has atrophied over the years due to his age and his face has a bit of a weathered look to it.&nbsp; His long blonde hair has some quite noticeable grey in it, though his blue eyes still have the telltale spark of one who thoroughly enjoys life within them.&nbsp; His beard usually remains untrimmed, though it usually isn't unkempt or untidy.<br><br><br>Personality - While Ulric initially might appear as a grizzled old man, he is a cheerful old fellow to be around, as he generally tries to look on the brighter side of life.&nbsp; He has a quite long fuse, being both slow to anger and quite patient...though those who manage to get under his skin usually find themselves affixed with a look and spoken to in a tone of voice that, combined, gives even the more hot blooded of youngsters pause.&nbsp; He is not afraid to give lectures to those he feels need one.&nbsp; He finds great enjoyment in sharing any of the wisdom he has gained over the years to those from younger generations, and is always happy to try and give advice to those who seek it.&nbsp; He tries his best to find enjoyment in each day he has, knowing that he lacks the knowledge of which one will be his last.&nbsp; This fact is one he shares with anyone if he deems it to be a reminder they need to hear, lest they waste their own days wallowing in misery.<br><br>Likes - Sharing life lessons, people who are willing to learn, visitors, fishing, nature, a good story<br><br>Dislikes - Fools who refuse to listen/learn, wasteful actions, threats to the village/his family, holier-than-thou types<br><br>Background - Ulric learned the art of fishing from his father starting at a young age, and has been a part of the village his whole life.&nbsp; He married his wife roughly thirty years ago, and together they had three children, two boys and a girl.&nbsp; He tried to teach his own children how to fish as they grew up, but they wound up all finding different callings in life instead, a fact he accepted once he knew they would be successful in their respective areas of expertise.&nbsp; As they grew and left the so called nest, he could only be proud of the men and woman they grew up to be.&nbsp; Though he found it to be a bit more lonely once it became just himself and his wife in the house, it was still an enjoyable life.&nbsp; It was especially enjoyable when they got visitors, be they direct family or other members of the village.&nbsp; His wife caught ill and passed on to the next world two winters ago, however, leaving both the house and Ulric's heart just that much more empty.&nbsp; Despite the sadness he felt, he refuses to allow this loss to drag him down into despair, and is determined to live on for however long he has left.&nbsp; His children and grandchildren are still around after all, and he isn't ready to leave them behind just yet.<br><br>Inventory - Fishing rod, bait, spare hooks and extra line, netting<br><br>Quintessence - N/A (for now)<br><br>Companion - None
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jotun [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-10-2016, 12:50:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/worlds-divided/images/7/74/Red-riding-hood-amanda-seyfried-blue-dress-590bes031011.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20141119025423)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Kenna Hareldson<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'6''<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 135<br><strong>Hair Color:</strong> Blonde<br><strong>Eye Color:</strong> Blue<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Healer and guide<br><strong>Written Description:</strong> Most would know Kenna from a mile away, her wild mostly untamed blonde hair often allowed to hang freely around her face. Only partly pulled back when traveling or working. Her bright blue eyes are what draw attention most times, as they tend to give away her truest emotions for those who know how to look. They shift from a bright blue, a dark stormy swirl of intensity when her emotions get the best of her. <br><br>Kenna's body, though at times hidden beneath layers of clothing has the full feminine curves that have drawn many eyes over the years. She has a crescent moon shaped birthmark on the back of her right shoulder.&nbsp; Kenna can often be found wearing what is comfortable, and easy to travel in. She has been known to wear anything from travelers outfit with boots and trousers, to a light dress, anything that suits her needs and desires at the time. <br><br><strong>Likes:</strong>outdoors, thunderstorms, swimming, helping people, exploring, spending time with friends and family, learning new things<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong>senseless violence, bullies, snobs, people that say she shouldn't be herself, anyone hurting those she cares about, being cooped up, <br><br><strong>Visual Description:</strong><br>(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/redridinghood/images/d/df/Amanda-Seyfried-1135597.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20110330193138)(http://media.cleveland.com/ent_impact_movies/photo/amanda-seyfriedjpg-4c6c3b28dffe78a9.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1d/d6/ec/1dd6ec11e79c721cfadaea08ccdbc9a5.jpg)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Kenna has always been a bundle of energy, a vibrant old soul with a young caring heart. She was the young girl with wild blonde hair, chasing after her brothers. She didn't want to stay home and just play house, she wanted to be part of their grand adventures. Having lost her mother at a young age Kenna never had that gentle feminine influence. Granted it didn't prevent her from growing into a beautiful confident woman. But it did mean she had the traits that some men simply didn't care for. She spoke up when there needed to be something said, she refused to simply stay back when danger came her way, and she never backed down from a challenge. <br><br>Her caring nature came from the way she always ended up caring for her family. Her father and three older brothers, each taking their fare share of bumps and bruises over the years. Thankfully she had a great teacher, and was a fast learned, even when it meant doing so on the go. This allowed her to earn the trust of those around, and allowed her to become a healer and guide to the small village she called home. She still had her adventures, still explores, and still has a touch of wildness to her despite those that have tried to tame her. Thankfully she has several very protective siblings that would, if it weren't for the fact that she'd already taken care of it herself. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong><br>&nbsp;Kenna's life has always been a simple yet happy one. She was born to a pair that had already had three older sons. Her father was a hunter and guide, and her mother was a healer just as her parents had been. Their daughter brought into their life an energy and light that they didn't even know was missing. She was a wild little girl, always chasing after her brothers, or running off into the woods and exploring. One would have been afraid of losing her if she was such strong and stubborn young woman. There was also the fact that she had three older brothers and a father that watched over rather protectively. Her mother knew better though, saw how capable and confident her daughter was. And knew one day she'd become a woman that could handle most anything that came her way. <br><br>Kenna grew up learning from those around her. She constantly asked questions and let her curiosity guide her adventures. Which led to more than one interesting situation. But no matter what trouble she seemed to find herself in Kenna always found a way out of it. It was probably this spirit that caused people to gravitate towards her. She was known in the small village, she lived in. Known for her caring nature and wild spirit, and soon as the years passed she was known for her beauty as well. <br><br>There were those that tried to ask for her hand, but Kenna didn't want to simply settle down. Or to marry a man she barely knew. Some of the other women of course spoke harshly about her choices, but her family thankfully supported. Now as she has grown Kenna has become a healer and guide within the forests that surround their village. Traveling to others when the needs calls for it because the trips were becoming too much for her mother. She enjoys her life, lives her family and friends, and is always looking for her next adventure. <br><br><strong>Inventory:</strong>herbs, satchel,water skin, 3 knives (one hidden in her boot, one strapped to her thigh, and one in her bag for cooking and hunting use.), a days rations, bandages, healers tools, walking stick(staff)<br><br><strong>Quintessence:</strong> N/A<br><br><strong>Companion:</strong> Wolf Aka Hino her protector. Kenna found Hino in the woods caught in a hunters trap. The young pup snapped and snarled, and despite her brothers warnings Kenna ran right to it. She waited for him to calm enough for her to free him, and saw to taking care of him till he was fully healed. The young wolf has since never left her side, becoming her friend and constant protector. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jotun [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDarkGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-10-2016, 13:18:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/23pg61.jpg)</div>Name: Freya Erling<br>Age: 23<br>Gender: Female<br>Height: 5'4"<br>Weight: 120<br>Hair Color: Auburn<br>Eye Color: Green<br>Occupation: Sheep Farmer<br><br>Written Description: Freya may be small but she is surprisingly strong, having done physical labor her entire life. Her wavy auburn hair falls just below her shoulders and makes her green eyes pop in contrast. Freya’s porcelain skin is sprinkled with freckles, and her rose red lips are often curled into a smile. Not a classic beauty, but her lust for life shines through. <br><br>Personality: Freya has a good heart. She is fun-loving and compassionate. In her eyes, each day she wakes up is a blessing. Determined and resilient, Freya is someone who stands up for what’s right, having a soft spot for the underdog. She does not like bullying, and will make that perfectly clear. Pride is her deadly sin: she hates to appear weak or vulnerable, or to ask for help. Freya has immense respect for Mother Nature, and often gives thanks to the land for all it provides. A nurturing soul with a fiery passion for life, Freya proves that strength can come in small packages.<br><br>Likes: Climbing, shooting a bow, animals, Nature.<br>Dislikes: Bullies, arrogance, cruelty, “woman’s work”.<br><br>Background: Freya is the daughter of a sheep farmer. She grew up tending to the herd with her twin brother Odinn. Freya was climbing things before she could walk; it’s her favorite past time. Her main job on the farm is to climb high into the trees surrounding the pasture, keeping an eye out for wolves, alerting her brother with a special bird call when she spotted one. Her family would joke that she was a cat in a past life because of her impeccable balance – and the fact that she *almost* always lands on her feet. As she got older, Freya was expected to take on womanly duties around the house, which she hated, while her brother learned hand to hand combat, how to wield a sword, and shoot an arrow. Freya begged for Odinn to teach her. Not having the heart to say no to his sister, whom he is very close to, he obliged. The two would sneak out in the middle of the night and Odinn would teach Freya all he had learned. She caught on quickly, taking a special interest in the bow. Freya practiced every chance she could, surpassing her brother with her keen eye that hit just about any target, even at far distances. Her less than ladylike demeanor has led to few suitors, and any who were interested, Freya would scare off. Most men weren’t fond of a woman who could shoot an arrow better than them. She currently lives in a cabin on her father’s land, and is in charge of the herd, under her father’s guidance. Her brother is married and has two children, though Freya knows deep down he isn’t interested in women. He had felt it was his duty to produce an heir while his father was still alive, and he was scared of others finding out his true nature, so he wed early. He works on the farm as well, but is more interested in poetry and literature. Before the village had been turned to stone, Freya’s father – deciding she was getting too old to be without a husband – promised her to a much older widow. She was prepared to run away if she was forced to go through with it.<br><br><br>Inventory: A bow and a quiver of arrows, a large multi-purpose knife for hunting/fishing/shearing sheep, and a small knife used for whittling wood.<br><br>Quintessence: TBD<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i67.tinypic.com/b8k7m1.jpg)</div>Companion: When Freya turned 18, she found a female red tail hawk with a broken wing in the pasture. She nursed it back to health and released it into the wild, admiring the effortless soaring of the magnificent creature. The hawk, however, would not leave Freya, returning to her each time she let it go. She named the hawk “Vinda” which means “wind”. The pair hunt together and hang out in trees often.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jotun [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>majinmaster</strong> on <strong>10-10-2016, 10:42:51</strong>
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				Name: Will Arken<br>Age: 20<br>Gender: Male<br>Height: 5'11<br>Weight: 13 stone<br>Hair Color: Black<br>Eye Color: Green<br>Occupation: Sheep farmer<br>Written Description: Will is a lean male of average height, with black hair and a nondesscript face he would dissapear into a crowd if it weren't for his bright green eyes. His hair, like his facial hair, is kept short and as tidy as possible, though both grow out when he's too busy with work.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Visual Description:<br><br>Personality: Will is an easy going person, with a quick wit. He's seen by many as not being very serious abd has on occassion been known to sleep on the job. Qucik to make friends his easy charm often get's him out of trouble, though he never get's into anything too serious. He takes his work seriously, knowing what it means to the family, however like most his age he daydreams about going off to explore the world.<br>Likes: Sunny days, swimming in the creek, causing trouble, joking around, hunting small game (squirrels are his favourite) and chasing girls (metaphorically, not literally).<br>Dislikes: Rain. Wolves. Empty stomach. Getting caught.<br><br>Background:<br>Will is the youngest of 3 brothers, all of which work on the family farm. The farm is quite large, holding both cows and sheep. As the youngest (and smallest) he has the unenviable job of looking after the sheep, which means a lot of time stood around in fields doing very little for long periods, followed by bursts of frantic activity. His eldest brother splits his time between the farm and the town inn where he is learning to brew from the inkeeper/mayor.<br><br>When not working he spends his time in town flirting shamelessly (and mostly unsuccesfully) with the girls, getting into trouble with pranks and picking up odd jobs for a few coins. He also enjoys an ale or two in the inn when he's not banned (pranking often results on him being barred for periods of time). When he is barred he tends to spend more time outdoors, either swimming in the creeks, hunting small game with his sling (preffered tool) or his shortbow, or just walking and exploring. There's not many places in the area he hasn't mapped, either&nbsp; be walking ro climbing. despite this he has never travelled further than the next village over, his duties keeping him close to home.<br><br>Will was enjoying a trip into the woods, climbing on of his favourite peaks when the village was transformed.<br><br>Inventory. Sling, rope, firelighter kit, water bottle, belt knife.<br><br>Quintessence: Zero<br><br>Companion: None
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