Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on Feb 9, 2014 19:04:02 GMT
Full Name: Athuraadd ‘Athie’ Fallokreath
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 20
Bloodline: Armfastrung
Animal Forms: Horse. Chesnut in colour. Imagine a Mustang and a Shire horse met in a stable-shaped broom closet and produced a lean but incredibly shaggy baby. Yeah. That’s his horse form.
Magic Type: Neutron Star
Clan or Organization: Armfastrung, but he is currently not with them.
Rank: Traveler? If that counts.
Description:
Vikings of old are usually depicted as great bulky, hairy men with muscles that could fold an oak tree in half. Arhuraadd’s family likes to joke that the gods were having an ‘off day’ when he was born. Standing in at around 5”8, this young man seems positively scrawny in comparison to the typical Viking image, and certainly when standing next to his brothers. Don’t be fooled; there is muscle there, it’s just there’s not a lot of it.
His shaggy mess of ‘not quite ginger, not quite mousey brown’ hair tumbles more often than not in front of his face, a face which is adorned with the faintest of freckles around his nose and cheekbones.
While his upper body is somewhat, shall we say ‘lacking’ in physical strength, his strong but nimble legs certainly make up for where his arms and torso fail. Able to outrun all his brothers, who are tied down with the weight of their upper body strength, Athuraadd has a speed that is unmatched by few…as long as he’s looking at where he’s going.
Personality:
Let it be known that Athuraadd is not the brightest spark of them all. He is clumsy, naïve and often forgetful, and is often labeled (by those of a more harsher nature) as ‘dim’. However, he is a hard-worker, and –given time and patience- may turn out to surprise. Athuraadd is also a very positive thinker; he prefers to see the joy in life and always tries to smile whenever he can. He is bouncy and plucky and loves the company of others, and for this he is very trusting – sometimes to a fault. His bubbly, jovial personality tends to grate on those of a loftier disposition; Athuraadd is one for jokes and merry-making, even when the time doesn’t call for it. But he is never mischievous or mean-spirited, and turn quite somber if he knows he’s being a pest.
Athuraadd is not incredibly brave either; he spooks easily and can be very hard to calm down when he is frightened, as even when he is calm he is naturally fidgety. He finds it hard to sit still for very long, and go for a long time without sleep without feeling drowsy or grumpy.
While it takes a lot to get him angry, you would certainly know an angry Athuraadd if you saw him. He is not a fighter, so relies very much on verbal assaults, which can be rather childish and sporadic. He won’t stay angry for long however, and usually feels guilty when he has argued with someone, regardless of the situation. For this, he doesn’t hold grudges, and forgives easily. Perhaps, sometimes, a little too easily.
A notable trait about Athuraadd however, for all his faults, is that he is incredibly loyal, and will endeavor to stick up for those he cares about, as well as his own beliefs. If he cares enough for a particular person, he would go to the ends of the earth for them.
Drake (if applicable): n/a
History:
Born as the youngest out of nine burly brothers, Athie was often teased in his childhood for his scrawny size. He loved his brothers, but they had an unfortunate quick wit when it came to his physical stature. Because of this, Athie spent more time helping his mother than he did wrestling with his siblings, who were too rough and boyish for him anyway. While not the quickest of learners, Athie enjoyed helping his mothers prepare the family meals, picking up quite a few tricks of trade and, discovered quickly, he had a knack for cooking and loved to do so.
Life became a little tougher when he reached adolescence. None of the Armfastrung mentors were particularly willing to take on Athuraadd as an apprentice; ‘A nice lad. But not much going on in his head is there?’ It hurt a lot, and for while, he became a noticeably sadder person, much to the worry of his family. Thankfully, a mentor did step forward, one with enough patience and kindness to instruct him. Obviously, wielding weapons was not something he excelled in, but agility was most definitely his strong suit. He could weave in and out of others and dodge a blow as quick as you please, and his mentor was content to tell him that he would excel as a medic if the time for battle ever occurred. Athuraadd was thrilled to finally feel like he could be of some purpose to his clan, instead of just cooking the best damn meals they’d ever eaten.
However, Athie didn’t stick around for long after he’d passed his apprenticeship. He loved the clan, but was beginning to feel a little stir crazy, and longed to meet new faces in new lands. His family helped him pack his things (which didn’t include anything more than a large back-satchel full of cooking utensils, herbs, spices and his most cherished possessions) and sent him on his way.
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