Post by hannii on May 15, 2011 0:58:55 GMT -5
Out Of Character
[/color][/size][/center]Name: Hannii
RP Experience: Ten years or so?
Referred By: HP board.
The Character
[/color][/size][/center]First Name: Einarr
Middle Name: Guntram
Last Name: Skarsgard
Nickname(s): Thor due to his lineage.
Job Wanted: None.
Age: 29
Blood: Half-blood
Wand: 11 inches, Thestral hair core, Hornbeam.
Natural Immunities or Strengths: Brutal in battle both magical and physical, fantastic hunter, knows mostly defensive and aggressive spells. Less vulnerable to jinxes and spells, the reason is unknown to him but his clan would say it was because he must have Giant blood in his lineage.
Other: Terribly awkward in social interaction.
Personality
[/color][/size][/center]Personality [2+ PARAGRAPHS]
Einarr is practically a wild man. Once you get him talking most of the time you just want him to shut up. He can come off as very arrogant. He thinks like a brute, and little else. Around the opposite sex he can turn into two things easily. He either becomes rather pig headed and overly masculine, or he retreats within himself and can come off as a bit of a creep. For the most part he's a man of few words, something he's quickly moving past in this vast new world.
He is becoming very snake like. And once he's on speaking terms in the area he becomes rather forward. If he finds someone attractive he's not about to play coy and try and seduce. He merely throws it out there expecting the person to simply fall into his bed. He's vain, and very cruel. He's a complete sadist, a dangerous thing in a man his size. Einarr is silently over confident in his skills, but once you've opened him up he makes it very obvious. Regardless he does have a temper that gets the best of him more than he'd admit.
Likes [3+]: Battles, hunting, weaponry.
Dislikes [3+]: Large bodies of people, being bested, when it's too quiet, talking about his clan.
Strengths [3 only]: Physical strength, defensive and offensive magic, despite size he's very sneaky.
Weaknesses [3+]: Personality, close minded, a bit on the ignorant side, still seems stuck in barbaric state of mind.
Values: Strength, leadership, winning, sex.
Quirks: Has a deep love for wolves and their pack nature.
Appearance
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Hair: Dark brown, almost black.
Eyes: Navy Blue.
General Appearance [2+ PARAGRAPHS]
Einarr is an extremely daunting man standing at a giantish 6'8. It was the reason his people believed that he and his fathers line were in fact once Giants. His chest is wide and thick with muscle, along with the rest of his large build. His hair is usually pulled back in a long braid, or ponytail that reaches just past his buttocks. It is a sign amongst his people that he has yet to lose a battle. His face is sometimes painted in a warriors manner. He sports a beard, but will shave at times, now that he is no longer truly one of his clan.
In clothing he still wears thick leathers that sport many assortments of weapons. He is almost always seen with a large two bladed hand axe, a whip made specifically for him, and a few daggers that appear more like short swords. Of course he also carries his wand which he hides well in a specific holster in his leather ensemble. He can be found in 'modern' clothes at times, but it is rare.
Unique Marks, Scars and Features: With the top of his chest often visible it is usually painted in blue markings of battle. He bares only one scar that is barely visible on his cheek. This is from a boyhood mistake.
Family
[/color][/size][/center]Parents:
Father:
Mother:
Spouse:
Siblings:
Opinion On Family:
"May they break bread with Odin in Valhalla"
Everything Else
[/color][/size][/center]History [3+ PARAGRAPHS]
Einarr was born to a Norse clan that still lived in much of the old traditions. Their life was rather simple, though glorious in battle. They were revered and known for their brutality and skill in battle. They knew little magic, and had even fewer witches. Einarr was so lucky to have his father take on a second wife, a captive woman. Her vivid red hair reminded him of his first child that perished along with his first wife.
As a boy he was a serious child, always ready to learn what his clansmen and father had to teach him. He was taught to feel no pain, to be ruthless in battle and to never let his guard down. It was when strange things began to happen around him that his father began to assume that his son might be one of the few in his clan to possess magical skills. When he returned to his captive wife and explained the strange things surrounding Einarr she laughed and gave him his truth. She was infact a pureblood witch. With that knowledge he sent Einarr to her nightly to learn more of what gifts she could teach him. Mostly offensive and defensive spells to make him even more difficult to battle. It was his mother that fashioned his wand for him, it took many tries to find a match. She also took her hand at trying to craft him a weapon he could wield as both a physical weapon and a magical one.
She later took the same elements she used for his wand and placed them in his massive hand axe. He has never truly tried to wield it as a 'wand' due to fear it could possibly be combustive. However it made him very feared among his own people and none would challenge him without utmost confidence. And all of them fell to him.
When he was 13 he was set into their clans trials. It was a test of skill and worth among them. Each male child would be set against each other in a duel. Only after they each spent a month alone in the wild. In the end they lost many as winter was hard that year and Einarr came out as the victor. As the son of the Clans leader he saw it as his duty to do so.
He proved his worth time after time beside his father for years. They conquered and fought their way through many battles. It was through one of these battles that they clashed with a neighboring society. The two had always had tension but their clans leader proposed a treaty through marriage. His father agreed, feeling that if he could unite the two tribes they would be a force unlike any other. For many years they did so. They lived in peace, fighting only when they needed two. With the two tribes unified they had plenty of land and began to build their society.
However good things do not last forever. After a few years of their peace they were betrayed. His wives father grew jealous of his own. He wanted more power under his belt. He felt he'd been cheated in their new found co-leadership. He made a pact with an common enemy of theirs, giving them detailed information on where Einarrs father slept and when the best time would be to strike...
They came in the night, slaughtering women and children alongside men. His father had been slain while he slept, the first to die. They ignored they agreed pact and killed even the other clan. They saved Einarrs wife for last, knowing he would not easily throw down his axe. She carried his child, but begged him not to stop his fight. They restrained him and tortured her to death right before him. Her father had not mentioned that Einarr was also a wizard, and this little piece of information would have helped them greatly. Enraged he drew his wand.
The rest is merely for the history books.
It was later on, in his travels, that he stumbled upon Hogwarts. Still unsure of the new world he decided it was worth something to his people to better himself. Though he felt there's not much for him to learn Hogwarts has already proved him wrong.
Rp Sample [3+ PARAGRAPHS]
[Different character]
Voti stifled a laugh. She thought he was afraid of her. He had crushed armies in his youth, why would this one woman frighten him. Voti gripped his sword a little tighter, his eyes glinting off her own blade. How curious. She took a step towards him and he smirked to himself. It'd been so long since anyone had peaked this much interest or curiosity out of him. It was a strange sensation, to be dead to emotions for so long and suddenly have so many rolling through his veins. He quickly slithered up one wall, and ended in a different alley. This could be so very fun. How interesting he found this mortal woman and her blood thirsty cause, it was so very familiar...
Voti closed his eyes a moment, a parade of faces flashing behind his lids. Every face of the bastards that murdered and tortured his beloved family. The man who raped his sweet little Tove.. he had begged the most. Voti had been happy to send his blade down his throat and tear him in half from the inside out. He held a bit of sympathy for Cendrillon, he would not lie about that. But he also pitied her. To live in such madness was unhealthy; he knew all to well. He could smell it on her from here. Emaciated.
"Tsk tsk tsk... You really should take care of yourself, Cendrillon. If you want to find them all you need to be in tip top shape." He smiled in the darkness, standing straight in the shadowed alley. A glint of the moon found his eyes, probably giving them a silver look from afar.
"Not to worry, child, I am not one you seek. Merely someone who knows your cause..." His voice rippled through whispers on the wind like wind chimes. He wasn't good with mystery, but there were times he could pull it off little by little. Voti placed his second hand on his whip, hoping he didn't have to use it. He was deadly with a safety pin, he was lethal with a blade and a whip.
"What will you do, Hotaru, when you find your son?" He tilted his head, black hair following the soft movement like the rippling waves of the ocean. He used a name she'd long since left, but Krasimir had a file on her and he had looked over it. He had wanted to know the force Chaos wanted so desperately. He wanted to know the enemy. But looking at her now, he saw only a comrade. A woman who had been beaten into submission of blood lust. He saw himself.
He watched her in silence, taking in her scent in case of a sudden move change. Newspapers scattered across the floor of the alley he willed them to his hands, peering at the face of the beast before him. She was everywhere, in both worlds. They trembled at the very thought of her. She'd caused quite a name for herself, he couldn't help but smirk. How similar their lives were.. He let the pages fall to the ground, and looked to her once more.
He couldn't kill her, but he wouldn't just let Chaos take her for their cause. He wanted to help her.
