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Description (Human): Hair: Tailbone-length black braided hair (Mid-thigh length without braids) Figure: Filled in hour-glass shape Skin: Ivory with small cuts and scars. Tattoos: She has a tattoo that goes from her bottom lip that goes to her mi-chest. there is a line across the bridge of her nose that goes across her cheekbones. A couple of sigils cover her fingers and the back of her palm Face Shape: Heart, cleft chin, sharp jawline, and a widow's peak. Eyes: Pink with an upturned shape Name: Urimenor Dralta (You-Ree-Men-Er D-Rah-L-Tah) Age: 17 Gender: Female Height: 5'8" Species: Dragon Shifter Languages: English and Nordic Father: Olpa Dralta (Ol-Pa) Mother: Syntathe Dralta (Sin-Tah-Th-Y) Siblings: 3 brothers, 2 sisters: Likes: Salmon dinner, wolves, dragons, whales, foraging through the woods; wading through rivers and streams in the summer; ice fishing in the dead of winter. Dislikes: duck meat, dragon hunters, Englishmen, About: Urimenor is a traditional Viking witch. Village members come to her for medicine, to speak with the gods, for marriage reasons, etc. All natural borne witches are shifters, she is a dragon/wyvern shifter. Housing: She lives with her parents in her Viking tribe
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Name: Njord Sigbjorn - Egilson - Age: 23 - Sex: Male - he/him - Sexuality: Hetrosexual - Species: Dragon shifter - Parentage: Egil Vidarson - father Sigrid Eyvordottir - mother - Family: + parents Ingvar Egilson - older brother - 26 Sixten Egilson - older brother - 24 Gunhild Egildottir - younger sister - 18 Bo Egilson - younger brother - 15 Saga Egildottir - younger sister - 13 Bergunn Egildottir - younger sister - 13 Saga & Bergunn are twins - Clan: Frostbite Raiders (old) Loner now - Appearance: Njord is very large, both tall and his body build, but most of it is extremely large muscles, Njord is 193 cms tall, 6'4. Njord has a large scar that goes down his abdomen (on the right side) and stops on the middle of his pec (right). His skin is white, but a slightly tanned look, making him look a little darker then his younger siblings. Njord has shoulder length black hair, some braids scattered in the lot. Njord has beautiful sculptured black eyebrows, bringing a fierce sort of hostility to his face along with sharp young features with a butt chin. Njord has some scruff along his jaw, cut closely. Njords eyes are dark brown with small golden flecks, his eyes are slightly hooded and give off a violent but sexy look. - Dragon Appearance: Njord is quite large it seems, both in human and dragon form, Njords dragon form is midnight black with needle like spikes going down his spine, on his shoulders and thighs and around the spine on his back where the wings tuck. Njords dragon form has dark purple eyes and black shark teeth (with the rows) Njord's tail barb is made of three bent points that form into a pyramid, the points are black and fade into dark purple (almost black) - Personality: Njord is a serious, reckless, stubborn and arrogant Viking, it seems those very traits are what have brought him so many victories. Despite his somewhat imitating outside, on the inside Njord is a compassionate and loving person, ready to treat those who break through his walls with love and respect. Njord can come off as a disrespectful and rude man because of the things he can say, but those are things he learnt off of his brothers and father, knowing no better. Njord can be quite sarcastic sometimes, I afraid to lift his game with someone, always eager to get into a fight. Njord always loves to have a fighting sense with someone, a person who can push him to his limits with gain his respect. Njord is always trustworthy, and very dependable. Has a love of debate and challenge. - Weaknesses: Njord will always try to avoid speaking about his own feelings, but will happily talk about someone else's. Hard-headed, can sometimes take over if you don't remind him that his doing it, as it's a sub-conscious thing. - Strengths: Strong, very strong Resourceful & adaptable Non-judgemental
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Njord Egilson - 23 - Frostbite raiders - The sound of crunching leaves and grass stems surrounded the young Viking, he knew that he wasn't the best hunter due to his size, as he didn't have the ability to sneak. He did not sneak, if something needed to be done, he will go in head first with all his power.
Njord stopped, the spear in his hand tipped towards the ground as he placed a hand to his chest, trying to calm his breathing. The squeal of a distant wild boar caught his attention, "there you are" he muttered, looking around to spot his brothers, it seems they haven't managed to catch the wild boars trail yet. A small smile hinted on Njords face, "point for me" he muttered before continuing on to where he heard the wild boar.
- The young Viking somewhat managed to arrive at the clearing where he last heard the wild boar, his chest heaving and his breath visible in the frosty air, he was not made for running, oh no no no, despite his fit exterior, running was just not his thing. Njord looked around the clearing, spotting that the boar prints went around in a circle here, the Viking bent to examine the ground, his fingers touching the soil when he heard a animalistic grunt. Njord whirled around so fast on his haunches that he feel to the ground, spotting the big hair and ugly boar looking him in the eye. Njord sat still, he had no idea what to do in these situations, as he had never been in this situation. The boar pawed at the ground and lowered its head, the dangerous tusks pointed at him.
Njord opened his mouth then shut it, letting out a wild yell as he pushed himself up, the boar pushed off and rammed his right leg, tusks tearing at the skin. Njord didn't even bother trying to focus on it, instead he grabbed stumbled away, the stupid thing broke his spear that he dropped.
Njord felt the anger inside him combust, his eyes bleeding into purple, his pale skin to black, his size growing but the trees managed to hide him. Soon Njord stood there, mighty and dark, his sharp black teeth grafting a smile, they both know that he has already won. Njord swung down on the wild boar with his spiked barb, the weight knocking the hairy beast out. He couldn't kill it in his dragon form otherwise people would suspect. Njord started to make his way over to the boar, in the middle of shifting when he heard a gasp, he spun around to see one of Glumdottir's staring at him like he was a bad spirit, which it probably looked like. Njord hadn't managed to say a thing before the girl turned and ran off, Njords eyes went wide. Shit, she saw him. Shit, shit shit. Njord was fucked... unless! He got to her first, spoke to he, made her see reason!
Njord gave a dark smile to the boar, "and you will be coming with me" he said, taking a piece of his broken spear and cutting the boar dead. - The heavy wait of the dead boar was almost nothing to Njord, it was the blood that was annoying him, he would have to wash his armour and furs later, or just get someone to do it. He placed his kill on a wooden bench covered in blood stains, the ladies will soon start to butcher it.
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) The day was still early and Urimenor had just come back from foraging for more herbs and medicinal plants. As she entered the village she paused and looked around, it was quiet. She could see the fishermen down on the docks and men coming back from morning hunts. Uri looked to her left and saw that the metal-smith was awake and getting his fire warmed up. When she looked to her right she saw the mountains and at the base of them was the witches' home. Most girls got betrothed between the ages of 13 and 15 and got married after they turned 16. Well, for witches it was rare to become betrothed, so they normally lived together. Since Uri had just recently turned 17 she was being forced to move into the witches' home with the other 2 witches that lived there. One was an older woman, old enough she could be a village elder, and the other was a middle-aged woman. Urimenor shivered before she turned right, headed towards the witchs’ home. The path beneath her furry leather boots changed to a more uneven path, proof the path wasn’t taken very often. Once Uri reached the door she knocked and then entered, no one said anything as she entered. She simply went to the stairs and climbed up. Her space would be the small paper floor of the house since she was the only one able enough to get to it. She was in the process of moving her stuff, thankfully she had already moved most of it and she just needed to get furs and blankets before winter hit. She looked around her small space and stored the herbs in a safe place before she went back down the stairs and left. The house was dead silent and no one ever said anything to anyone anyway. When Urimenor left the house she looked around and froze, in front of her, in the distance she could see a group of fishing ships bringing in a whale. With a sigh, she headed for the docks. Certain parts of the whales were useful, like their bones, they made excellent braces. As she walked closer to the docks the fishermen were seen hauling it on land and they had begun gutting the large beast and hauling its guts out before throwing them back out in the ocean. When she got closer villagers made way for her. One of the perks of being a witch was that if something was that no one ever questioned what you were doing because they knew they wouldn’t understand anyway. They just made way and allowed her to get right up to the whale. “ᛁ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᛒᛟᚾᛖᛋ” (I need bones) She said in a monotone voice, seeing that they had cut enough meat away already to expose the bone. One of the fishermen glared at her for a moment then let out a huff and he took the back of his axe and struck the large bone several times until it broke. They cut the rest of the meat away from it before making a pile of large bones. “ᛁ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᚻᛖᛚᛈ” (I will need help) she said as if it wasn’t obvious enough, the irritated fisherman motioned for his sons to help Uri. Once they picked up the bones she led them back to the witches’ home where they dropped them outside and left. With a bored sigh, Uri watched the young men walk away before she began bringing in the bones one by one. The other witches stared at her wide-eyed. “ᛏᚻᛖᚣ ᚳᚫᚢᚸᚻᛏ ᚫ ᚹᚻᚫᛚᛖᛳ” (They caught a whale?) The middle-aged woman said in an arrogant tone. “ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛚᚫᛏᛖ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛋᛖᚫᛋᛟᚾᛳ” (this late in the season?) “ᛈᚱᛟᛒᚫᛒᛚᚣ ᛋᛁᚳᚴᛧ ᛗᚫᚴᛖ ᛋᚢᚱᛖ ᚫᛚᛚ ᛟᚩ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛒᛟᚾᛖᛋ ᚫᚱᛖ ᛋᛏᚱᛟᚾᚸ” (Probably sick, make sure all of the bones are strong) The oldest witch said, motioning to one bone and prodding it with her walking stick. “ᛁᛏ ᛏᛟᛟᚴ ᛏᚻᛖᛗ ᛗᚫᚾᚣ ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚴᛖᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚱᛖᚫᚴ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛒᛟᚾᛖ” (It took them many strikes to break the bone) Uri said and the oldest one nodded, concluding their conversation.
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Njord Egilson - 23 - Frostbite raiders - Njord sat at a long table in the feasting hall, his arms braced on either side of him with a cup of mead in his left hand. Njord swallowed a sip of mead, his belly let out a loud roar of protest, it wanted food, not drink. Beside him, his brother, Sixten turned with his eyebrow raised, "was that you, you oversized bear?" He said, Njord laughed and looked at his older brother, "At least I don't look like one" he said, together the two brothers laughed, their laughter joining many along the table, all men.
Soon the women arrived, carrying platters of breads, porridges and meat. But some also brought pitchers of mead, Njord smiled and lifted his cup, a sign for more. A brunette haired woman came up to him and poured him some more drink, a smile on her face. Soon everyone started to take their seats, the Jarl sat at the head of the table, a cup in his hand and furs draped over his shoulders.
Njord watched the women take seats on the bench's and some in men's laps.
Across from him, he saw the young girl from earlier sit down in front of him, her father, Glum, beside her. Njord swallowed nervously, he forgot to talk to the girl between treating his legs and watching his boar being butchered. The very boar he heaped onto his plate. Njord watched the girl carefully, just as she watched him, the young Viking warrior tore into the boar, the meat shredding from his teeth. Njord watched as the girl finished her meal picking and leaned over, her eyes trained on Njord as she whispered in her fathers ear. The bitch. Glum dropped the leg of meat he had in his hand, his eyes dragging to Njord, meeting them.
Glum stood, her arm pointing towards Njord, "Evil" he muttered, "Dragon!" He yelled again, soon, everyone's eyes turned to Njord, including his own family. Glum had much influence on the clan, influence with the Jarl. Njord was royally fucked.
The young Viking warrior pushed himself up from the table, racing towards the exit, perhaps they would forget this in a weeks time, but his leg slowed him down tremendously and soon a net with weights trapped the injured Viking to the ground.
The Jarl stood over him, hate covering his face, "we will see what you truely are tomorrow morning!" He roared, the others roaring along beside him, Njord looked over to where his family was and prayed to them, pled. But his father did nothing but turn away, and Njord was left to be tied to the nearest tree, hoping he could get out before morning.
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) Urimenor and the other 2 witches were currently cleaning up the bones so that they would be clean enough for use and so that the scraps would be turned into bone powder. She was bored out of her mind not paying much attention to the world around her as she was focused on the bone in front of her.
After a bit, the witches finished and went back to their tasks, leaving Uri to her problems. In the village, it was common knowledge that witches could turn into animals, but it wasn’t common to know what they turned into. The witches would always tattoo it onto one another’s backs, but that meant only the one who tattooed them knew. The middle-aged woman could turn into a wolf and the oldest could turn into an eagle, but here Uri was, able to turn into something most the villagers feared, a dragon.
Uri walked along the path and into the village again. It was a lot more active now that it was late afternoon. Normally, around this time, they would all eat in the great hall. Urimenor glanced towards the great hall, wondering if she wanted to push her luck. After a bit, she made her decision and trudged towards the giant doors and entered. Only a few eyes fell on her, since she was such a common face every day in the village no one found it weird when she made appearances in public. On the other hand, the other witches were a rare sight, refusing to go into the village in fear that they would be called monsters and ashamed at the fact they had never been wed.
Uri glanced towards the food before making her way over. Before she could even grab a plate, a large plate of food was shoved into her hands by her eldest brother, Ragnar. A warm but playful smile made its way to Uri’s face as her brother acted heedlessly, not making eye contact with her before giving her a smirk and then guiding her toward the table where he would normally sit.
Ragnar was a well-known hunter in the village, standing at about 6’2” of pure lean muscle, he was an astonishing hunter. When he was a boy he found a wolf pup and their father let him keep and train it, so normally the wolf would follow wherever he goes.
Uri looked down at Ragnar’s wolf and gently let the wolf sniff her hand, with a huff the wolf paid her no mind. The wolf never cared for her, but then again she did smell like a dragon. Once she sat down across from her brother the two ate in silence. Whenever Uri sat with Ragnar she was normally left alone, her brother’s status and impact allowed him to have that effect so if he was relaxed around her the rest of the village would be as well.
Ragnar knew what Uri was, he was the one who calmed her down after she shifted on accident for the first time. Their father was out fishing and she went with him as well as Ragnar. Ragnar and her had wandered off a bit and got themselves into trouble, accidentally finding the wolf pack's den. In a panic, Uri accidentally shifted, scaring the wolf pack off. Stressed, Uri quickly shifted back. Despite how shocked he was, Ragnar stood up and comforted his younger sister. Seeing as that her once golden brown eyes were now a bright shade of neon pink, he knew he would have to explain to his father. When Ragnar looked around and saw that one of the wolf pups hadn’t run away he noticed the runt and decided to take it as proof.
The rest is history, and the event left Ragnar extremely protective over his youngest sister, Urimenor.
“ᚻᛟᚹ ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚣᛟᚢ ᛚᛁᚴᛖ ᛏᛟ ᚸᛟ ᚻᚢᚾᛏᛁᚾᚸ ᚹᛁᛏᚻ ᛗᛖᛳ” (How would you like to go hunting with me?) Ragnar asked Uri in an excited tone.
“ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛏᚻᛖᚣ ᛖᚡᛖᚾ ᚫᛚᛚᛟᚹ ᛁᛏᛳ” (would they even allow it?) Uri asked Ragnar with a curious but shocked tone.
“ᛁ ᛏᛟᛚᛞ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛖᛚᛞᛖᚱᛋ ᛏᚻᚫᛏ ᛁ ᚹᛁᛋᚻᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᚻᚢᚾᛏ ᛋᛟᛗᛖᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ ᛚᚫᚱᚸᛖ ᚫᚾᛞ ᛋᛟ ᛁ ᚫᛋᚴᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚱᛁᚾᚸ ᚫ ᚹᛁᛏᚳᚻ ᚹᛁᛏᚻ ᛗᛖ. ᛏᚻᛖᚣ ᚫᛚᛚᛟᚹᛖᛞ ᛁᛏ ᛋᚫᚣᛁᚾᚸ ᛏᚻᚫᛏ ᛁᛏ ᚹᚫᛋ ᚱᛖᚫᛋᛟᚾᚫᛒᛚᛖ ᛋᛁᚾᚳᛖ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚳᚻ ᛁ ᚱᛖᛩᚢᛖᛋᛏᛖᛞ ᚹᚫᛋ ᛟᚾᚳᛖ ᚩᚫᛗᛁᛚᚣ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛖ.” (I told the elders that I wished to hunt something large and so I asked to bring a witch with me. They allowed it saying that it was reasonable since the witch I requested was once family to me.) Ragnar said excitedly, uri looked at him, her eyes going wide for a moment.
“ᚹᚻᛖᚾ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛒᛖᛳ” (When will this be?) She asked him
“ᛏᛟᚾᛁᚸᚻᛏ᛭” (Tonight!) Ragnar said with an eager smirk.
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(aw, it's so cute, they both have supportive brothers xD) Njord Egilson - 23 - Frostbite raiders - The young Vikings eyes never left the sun, watching it dare to slip out of sight, burying itself away, tomorrow morning he was a dead man, absolutely fucked. Njord looked down at his bonds, he had viciously tried getting through them, trying the good old tug test, chewing them, rubbing it against the tree that trapped him. Nothing worked. Soon the great balls of light filled the sky, glinting down at Njord with a smug smirk, as if the things dared to say 'Ha, your trapped" Njord ground his teeth together, anger riffling through him. After 30 minutes of sitting slumped against the tree, darkness covering him like a thick blanket, cold rainy mist began to fall, soaking Njords black hair, making it stick to his skin. Unable to push his hair out the way, Njord let out a loud roar, his anger obvious, how did he get caught? How could he be so dumb? It was just a stupid boar! Just like it was a stupid little bitch... Njord growled, looks like he had nothing to lose. A rustle beside the tree where the dragon shifter was tied made Njord flinch, he hoped it wasn't some brave Viking coming to give him a late night beating. But instead, Sixten's face appeared from the bush, a affectionate smile covering his face, his eyes filled with relief.
"Good, your still here, hm, they didn't move you inside... either way! Easier for me!" Njord looked at his goofy older brother with a frown, "your not doing what I think your doing... right?" He whispered, eyebrows bent in a hopeful frown.
"If your thinking escape, then your sure as hell right! No way and I leaving you to the wolves! That's no way to treat a younger brother of mine!" Sixten said, a fist pressed to his heart, the smiling lines around his eyes making it difficult to take him serious.
"And father?" Njord asked nervously as Sixten hacked through the bonds that held Njord tight. "Ingvar took him out for a drink, you know... it's a coincidence" Sixten said, wiggling his eyebrows and cutting through the last of the bonds, Njord smiled and rose to his feet, but Sixten cleared the smiled off his face, his eyes turning serious, "careful now, if they catch you, they will kill you, you know that" he said, "now, go, don't use fathers name, throw off the track, no matter where you go. And visit some time!" He said, giving his younger brother a push. "Oh, there's a boat at the docks, Ingvar got it" Sixten called. Njord stumbled forward, his eyes wide, but took off towards the docks, trying to tread quietly towards the small boat that moored at the dock. His fingers grasped at a long paddle, scratching at the rough wood. He turned and peered at where he last saw his brother, no long gone. The Viking got into the boat and pushed off the dock, paddling through the smooth water, ripples created by his paddle. After what felt like forever, Njords muscles began to burn, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The wind around him started to speed up, slapping against his bare arms like a real hand, the smooth water churning into waves that smashed up against his boat, the sky started to ripple, turning from the balls of light to massive dark clouds, storm clouds. "shit!" Njord cursed, there was no way he could survive a storm like this, the Viking shook his hand and gathered the paddle again, madly pushing the water behind him. A large single wave slapped against the boats left exterior, almost tipping the boat right over, thanks to Njords weight, he managed to balance. Njord padded again, the sound of thunder surrounding him, darts of lightning cracked, striking the highest points, often water. Beside him a wave rose, a streak of lightening brought down, connecting with the wave, then the boat. Blasting it to pieces and burning what was left, a long piece of debris flew from the capsized and burning boat, striking Njord unconscious. The uncontrollable waves taking his floating body to a unknown place... |
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