Post by Rudin Sveinsson on Dec 25, 2013 4:37:21 GMT
Full Name: Rudin Fiendeslayer Tauskill Sveinsson Armfastrung
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Gold
Age: 32
Bloodline:
Father: Sveinn
Mother: Drifa
Animal Form: Civet
Clan or Organization: Drakonrhedi - Originally from Armfastrung.
Rank: Pryfektus
Description:
What you see is what you get. Rudin has a very lean build, capabale muscles rippling beneath his skin. It's nothing to brag about, considering many vikings are big, bulky, and pulsing with brutality. No, Rudin relies on his quick wits and steady aim to vanquish the enemy.
His hair is a cross between brown and blonde - literally. Some strains are brown while others are blonde, each color blown back as far as his scalp would permit. His eyes are a theatrical shade of gold, seemingly able to puncture one's soul. A small amount of facial hair creeps over and under his thin lips. His cheekbones are held high with pride, resulting in a devilishly handsome facade.
A red scarf is coiled around his neck, and it provides him with both warmth and comfort. His armor is mainly blue, only laced with red in numerous places. A tabard is hidden beneath said armor, leaking out towards his hips. A rather vibrant blue strike is set in the center of his chest. It is embodied with a backstory. He was killed momentarily in battle, yet the medics electrified him back to life. He now wears the symbol of lightning on every piece of clothing he owns. More details will be available in his history section.
Accustomed to the cold, Rudin typically rolls up his sleves on a casual day. This reveals the tattoo of a snake, encircling his arm. It depicts his cunning and stealth - packed with a deadly strike.
Lastly, Rudin has a strong-willed voice that can both soothe and immobilize somebody. It is sugar-coated with a faint Norse accent, as you can imagine. Overall, Rudin has a very... indecisive appearance. He is able to strike fear into one's heart, or sweet talk a lonely maid. Some may see him as a scarwny little fiend, while others a rolemodel. Either or, Rudin is Rudin.
Personality:
Rudin was naive and ignorant as a young boy. Even when he first joined the Drakonrhedi, his morale was far too high. He didn't expect the duties he was given. He probably would be long dead, had he not narrowly decided to practice archery at age fifteen. He is much different now.
Not too stern, not at all timid. Rudin is just about where you want your Pyrfektus to stand. He may live outside the rules at times, but minds his ground. He is rather stubborn as well. He respects his superiors, yet isn't as wavering when it comes to the Iduneus and Tiro. Considering he rarely gives out direct orders, it is important that they oblige. He typically waves them off. Some may question his authoirty, but the Vetr Council recognizes his ability.
Speaking of ability. Rudin has some, and he knows it. He's not one to boast, but being able to put an arrow through someone's eye socket on a speeding drake might come in handy.
Moving away from his career, Rudin is rather secluded when it comes to his social life. Don't get me wrong - he has enough friends to go around. Yet, the only being he can truly rely on would be his Snow Drake, Aphex. They share an impenetrable bond.
If Rudin actually emerges into the social world, he would do what any other viking would. He would expose some charismia, allowing a weak chuckle to escape from time to time. If an eye-catching woman draws near, then he would charm her. However, he still upholds a strangely eerie vibe that is difficult to get past. Some young Tiro's have spread some meek rumors (Something about him being half robot ater his near-death experience.) about him, which he will neither confirm nor deny (yet I can assure you they are inaccurate).
Proceeding into the depths of Rudin, he has long since let go of his family. Even as a Tiro, he couldn't say he missed their presence. They served their duty as parents with ease, but never really went beyond the line. He never really had friends in Armfastrung, either. He was socially awkward back then, to say the least. As for his Civet form... well, he doesn't mind it so much. He rarely shifts anyways. As I said, he never dwells on his past. He looks towards the future, and advises his comrades to do the same.
History:
As a boy, Rudin couldn't get enough fresh air. He prefered it when the "fresh air" was thrashing at his face as he hovered miles above the ground. If the sky were the limit, then he would be teetering over the edge. He endured a wave of excitement every time he looked at a zeppelin! When he discovered his animal form at age fifteen, he sunk into a mild state of depression. He had always portrayed himself gliding alongside the zeppelin, his albino feathers rustling through the wind, his mighty eagle's cry echoeing through the icy sky. This rat could have at least come with wings! Perhaps the G0ds took pleasure at his defeat. Perhaps they'd rather watch him squirm under their grasp, burning beneath the raging sun.
That year, Rudin did nothing but surrender to his misery. After his discovery, his parents had offered him a handcrafted bow. He would loose an arrow every now and then, but he still found himself terribly useless. As time drew on, Rudin put more effort into practicing his archery. Not too shabby. His aim was rather good. How did he not notice this before? Of course, he spent his life longing for an unrealistic fantasy.
A spark of hope welled up inside him as his sixteenth rounded the corner. The Drakonrhedi were coming to evaluate his Clan. Who would be worthy enough to ride the majestic snow drake? He had a very slim chance of being chosen. If he were, however, then his life would be both restored and enhanced! If not... Well, he could still command a vessel. He wouldn't experience the same sensation that he sought ever since a child, but it was the closest thing to it.
Fighting style:
Bow and Arrow;
The old-fasioned bow and arrow. His parents offered his first one as a gift, and the Drakonrhedi bestowed him with his last. Both bow and quiver are painted a humble gold. His arrows are grey, made of metal. He sets these arrows alight with sparks, packing them with a "shocking" punch.
Juicebox;
Rudin wears a hefty golden belt, a gadget stuffed with electrical pulses resting on his left side. He refers to it as a juicebox. He pulls the electricity from there, rather than harness his energy and conjure it from his hands. This way he will never run out of juice. He uses this to light his many w3apons with lightning, k!lling on contact.
Lightning Control;
Rudin doesn't literally "control" lightning. He is able to bend the element of electricity (natural or not). This took him merely a year to master, and made him about ten times more deadly. He electrifies almost every w3apon he uses.
Blade;
You can't expect a master assassin like himself to charge into battle without a backup! If his range dwindles to nothing, he always has his melee w3apon.
Civet Form;
Although the loathed his animal nature as a child, he learned to use it towards his advantage. One of the upsides to this is that this animal happens to be nocturnal. He can blend in with the night, able to sneak up on enemy forces. He typically uses this to gather intel.
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Snow Drake
Name: Aphex
Gender: Female
Age: 32 years old
Complexion:
Aphex looks much like any other snow drake. She is slightly smaller than the average drake, but her elongated wings and tail seem to make up for that. Her claws are constantly sharpened by Rudin, in case she must play a part in his assassinations. The marking all across her body are slightly faint, and tail strikes are non existant. According to the breeder, she is a fine specimen indeed.
Although, she has a feeling that he wasn't referring to her build. Aphex was, at the time, the fastest snow drake available. Apparently requested to suit Rudin by the Vetr Council. They figured he'd shape up to be a fine fighter, and he'd need a swift companion. Well, here she is!
Personality:
There aren't many others like Aphex. She'd die hundreds of times for her rider, and he'd do the same. Their connectiong is so strong, that anyone who got between them would be killed by the beam. They hardly leave each other's site, in all honesty. It is customary for Aphex to take Rudin out for a few laps each day.
She is wary towards any other being, humans and drakes included. She doesn't give in easily, and could be rather hotheaded towards some. Loyal, fiece, and protective, this drake is not to be tampered with.
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Gold
Age: 32
Bloodline:
Father: Sveinn
Mother: Drifa
Animal Form: Civet
Clan or Organization: Drakonrhedi - Originally from Armfastrung.
Rank: Pryfektus
Description:
What you see is what you get. Rudin has a very lean build, capabale muscles rippling beneath his skin. It's nothing to brag about, considering many vikings are big, bulky, and pulsing with brutality. No, Rudin relies on his quick wits and steady aim to vanquish the enemy.
His hair is a cross between brown and blonde - literally. Some strains are brown while others are blonde, each color blown back as far as his scalp would permit. His eyes are a theatrical shade of gold, seemingly able to puncture one's soul. A small amount of facial hair creeps over and under his thin lips. His cheekbones are held high with pride, resulting in a devilishly handsome facade.
A red scarf is coiled around his neck, and it provides him with both warmth and comfort. His armor is mainly blue, only laced with red in numerous places. A tabard is hidden beneath said armor, leaking out towards his hips. A rather vibrant blue strike is set in the center of his chest. It is embodied with a backstory. He was killed momentarily in battle, yet the medics electrified him back to life. He now wears the symbol of lightning on every piece of clothing he owns. More details will be available in his history section.
Accustomed to the cold, Rudin typically rolls up his sleves on a casual day. This reveals the tattoo of a snake, encircling his arm. It depicts his cunning and stealth - packed with a deadly strike.
Lastly, Rudin has a strong-willed voice that can both soothe and immobilize somebody. It is sugar-coated with a faint Norse accent, as you can imagine. Overall, Rudin has a very... indecisive appearance. He is able to strike fear into one's heart, or sweet talk a lonely maid. Some may see him as a scarwny little fiend, while others a rolemodel. Either or, Rudin is Rudin.
Personality:
Rudin was naive and ignorant as a young boy. Even when he first joined the Drakonrhedi, his morale was far too high. He didn't expect the duties he was given. He probably would be long dead, had he not narrowly decided to practice archery at age fifteen. He is much different now.
Not too stern, not at all timid. Rudin is just about where you want your Pyrfektus to stand. He may live outside the rules at times, but minds his ground. He is rather stubborn as well. He respects his superiors, yet isn't as wavering when it comes to the Iduneus and Tiro. Considering he rarely gives out direct orders, it is important that they oblige. He typically waves them off. Some may question his authoirty, but the Vetr Council recognizes his ability.
Speaking of ability. Rudin has some, and he knows it. He's not one to boast, but being able to put an arrow through someone's eye socket on a speeding drake might come in handy.
Moving away from his career, Rudin is rather secluded when it comes to his social life. Don't get me wrong - he has enough friends to go around. Yet, the only being he can truly rely on would be his Snow Drake, Aphex. They share an impenetrable bond.
If Rudin actually emerges into the social world, he would do what any other viking would. He would expose some charismia, allowing a weak chuckle to escape from time to time. If an eye-catching woman draws near, then he would charm her. However, he still upholds a strangely eerie vibe that is difficult to get past. Some young Tiro's have spread some meek rumors (Something about him being half robot ater his near-death experience.) about him, which he will neither confirm nor deny (yet I can assure you they are inaccurate).
Proceeding into the depths of Rudin, he has long since let go of his family. Even as a Tiro, he couldn't say he missed their presence. They served their duty as parents with ease, but never really went beyond the line. He never really had friends in Armfastrung, either. He was socially awkward back then, to say the least. As for his Civet form... well, he doesn't mind it so much. He rarely shifts anyways. As I said, he never dwells on his past. He looks towards the future, and advises his comrades to do the same.
History:
As a boy, Rudin couldn't get enough fresh air. He prefered it when the "fresh air" was thrashing at his face as he hovered miles above the ground. If the sky were the limit, then he would be teetering over the edge. He endured a wave of excitement every time he looked at a zeppelin! When he discovered his animal form at age fifteen, he sunk into a mild state of depression. He had always portrayed himself gliding alongside the zeppelin, his albino feathers rustling through the wind, his mighty eagle's cry echoeing through the icy sky. This rat could have at least come with wings! Perhaps the G0ds took pleasure at his defeat. Perhaps they'd rather watch him squirm under their grasp, burning beneath the raging sun.
That year, Rudin did nothing but surrender to his misery. After his discovery, his parents had offered him a handcrafted bow. He would loose an arrow every now and then, but he still found himself terribly useless. As time drew on, Rudin put more effort into practicing his archery. Not too shabby. His aim was rather good. How did he not notice this before? Of course, he spent his life longing for an unrealistic fantasy.
A spark of hope welled up inside him as his sixteenth rounded the corner. The Drakonrhedi were coming to evaluate his Clan. Who would be worthy enough to ride the majestic snow drake? He had a very slim chance of being chosen. If he were, however, then his life would be both restored and enhanced! If not... Well, he could still command a vessel. He wouldn't experience the same sensation that he sought ever since a child, but it was the closest thing to it.
Fighting style:
Bow and Arrow;
The old-fasioned bow and arrow. His parents offered his first one as a gift, and the Drakonrhedi bestowed him with his last. Both bow and quiver are painted a humble gold. His arrows are grey, made of metal. He sets these arrows alight with sparks, packing them with a "shocking" punch.
Juicebox;
Rudin wears a hefty golden belt, a gadget stuffed with electrical pulses resting on his left side. He refers to it as a juicebox. He pulls the electricity from there, rather than harness his energy and conjure it from his hands. This way he will never run out of juice. He uses this to light his many w3apons with lightning, k!lling on contact.
Lightning Control;
Rudin doesn't literally "control" lightning. He is able to bend the element of electricity (natural or not). This took him merely a year to master, and made him about ten times more deadly. He electrifies almost every w3apon he uses.
Blade;
You can't expect a master assassin like himself to charge into battle without a backup! If his range dwindles to nothing, he always has his melee w3apon.
Civet Form;
Although the loathed his animal nature as a child, he learned to use it towards his advantage. One of the upsides to this is that this animal happens to be nocturnal. He can blend in with the night, able to sneak up on enemy forces. He typically uses this to gather intel.
----
Snow Drake
Name: Aphex
Gender: Female
Age: 32 years old
Complexion:
Aphex looks much like any other snow drake. She is slightly smaller than the average drake, but her elongated wings and tail seem to make up for that. Her claws are constantly sharpened by Rudin, in case she must play a part in his assassinations. The marking all across her body are slightly faint, and tail strikes are non existant. According to the breeder, she is a fine specimen indeed.
Although, she has a feeling that he wasn't referring to her build. Aphex was, at the time, the fastest snow drake available. Apparently requested to suit Rudin by the Vetr Council. They figured he'd shape up to be a fine fighter, and he'd need a swift companion. Well, here she is!
Personality:
There aren't many others like Aphex. She'd die hundreds of times for her rider, and he'd do the same. Their connectiong is so strong, that anyone who got between them would be killed by the beam. They hardly leave each other's site, in all honesty. It is customary for Aphex to take Rudin out for a few laps each day.
She is wary towards any other being, humans and drakes included. She doesn't give in easily, and could be rather hotheaded towards some. Loyal, fiece, and protective, this drake is not to be tampered with.
