Post by Njall Mikhailsson on Jan 8, 2014 7:19:33 GMT
Full Name: Njáll Two-Moon Mikhailsson Wulfing
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Amberish brown
Age: 28
Bloodline: Wulfing
Animal Forms: Hummingbird
Magic Type: Neutron Star
Clan or Organization: Drakonrhedi
Rank: Ideneus
Description:
At over one hundred seventy-eight centimetres, or five foot ten, Njall is a fairly tall man. He’s well built, with strong upper muscles and sturdy legs designed to rush and hold ground. Scars and nicks line his body, particularly the left side, and especially around his left temple. He touches it at times, when his hands are free.
His blond hair is usually cut short, as is his beard. Both are rather haphazard, the former appearing choppy and the latter almost always reduced to stubble. He doesn’t really seem to care about it, if his self-presentation is any indication.
The armor he wears near constantly is taken care of just enough to protect him, but it’s clearly seen better days. A standard sword hangs on his right hip, giving away his left-handed status. A shield is usually at rest on his back, when not in use on his arm.
His animal form is an iridescently brown hummingbird with tan accents. It’s very pretty. It also pisses him off.
Personality:
There’s nothing particularly likeable about Njall. He’s brash, aggressive, and stubborn. In combat, he makes rash decisions to satisfy some sort of otherworldly bloodlust. And if you needed any more reason to hate him, he smells like a dog. No really.
All offhand remarks aside, Njall is a mean, mean puppy. He holds grudges and tends not to play nice with anyone, except perhaps women, though he holds no luck with them either. One could probably assume he’s been dealt a bad hand in life, and they would be correct. He’d probably still be a jerk, though. He’s just that kind of guy.
It’s fairly needless to say that no one likes working with him. At all.
He’s very defensive. Especially about his animal form. He’s not above breaking faces over it.
Drake: Feidlimid
— A stunningly apathetic snow drake, Feidlimid cares little for her master, or anyone he associates with. Though she does obey nearly his every beck and call, despite her apparent distaste for everything. She's fairly stocky and heavy with muscle. It isn't unusual for her to be commanded to throw herself into combat herself, even if she isn't as proficient as an actual Drakonrhedi.
History:
He was born. His father was a drunken, rabbly sort of man who spent little investment in his child’s future. His mother preferred different ways to inebriate herself, for which she paid dearly. Both were not particularly well-suited to parenthood.
To make a long story short, he was more properly raised by his mentor, a rather jovial blacksmith. Of course, by that time Njall’s emotional growth was stunted, and any hope for coping mechanisms lost.
He proved himself against a lone juvenile kanpalu that had shown up at his village’s doorstep, although he was not involved in the following hunting party for the behemoth’s pack.
Other:
— Mikhail was his grandfather, not his father. Njall doesn’t talk about his parents. At all. And neither does anyone else, if they’re smart enough.
— He earned the nickname “Two-Moon” when his animal form revealed itself. It doesn’t really make much sense until one realizes it has to do with the aspects of his attitude and normal appearance and the animal being as different as night and day. Needless to say, it’s derogatory. It also stuck like glue, as things that we dislike tend to do.
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Amberish brown
Age: 28
Bloodline: Wulfing
Animal Forms: Hummingbird
Magic Type: Neutron Star
Clan or Organization: Drakonrhedi
Rank: Ideneus
Description:
At over one hundred seventy-eight centimetres, or five foot ten, Njall is a fairly tall man. He’s well built, with strong upper muscles and sturdy legs designed to rush and hold ground. Scars and nicks line his body, particularly the left side, and especially around his left temple. He touches it at times, when his hands are free.
His blond hair is usually cut short, as is his beard. Both are rather haphazard, the former appearing choppy and the latter almost always reduced to stubble. He doesn’t really seem to care about it, if his self-presentation is any indication.
The armor he wears near constantly is taken care of just enough to protect him, but it’s clearly seen better days. A standard sword hangs on his right hip, giving away his left-handed status. A shield is usually at rest on his back, when not in use on his arm.
His animal form is an iridescently brown hummingbird with tan accents. It’s very pretty. It also pisses him off.
Personality:
There’s nothing particularly likeable about Njall. He’s brash, aggressive, and stubborn. In combat, he makes rash decisions to satisfy some sort of otherworldly bloodlust. And if you needed any more reason to hate him, he smells like a dog. No really.
All offhand remarks aside, Njall is a mean, mean puppy. He holds grudges and tends not to play nice with anyone, except perhaps women, though he holds no luck with them either. One could probably assume he’s been dealt a bad hand in life, and they would be correct. He’d probably still be a jerk, though. He’s just that kind of guy.
It’s fairly needless to say that no one likes working with him. At all.
He’s very defensive. Especially about his animal form. He’s not above breaking faces over it.
Drake: Feidlimid
— A stunningly apathetic snow drake, Feidlimid cares little for her master, or anyone he associates with. Though she does obey nearly his every beck and call, despite her apparent distaste for everything. She's fairly stocky and heavy with muscle. It isn't unusual for her to be commanded to throw herself into combat herself, even if she isn't as proficient as an actual Drakonrhedi.
History:
He was born. His father was a drunken, rabbly sort of man who spent little investment in his child’s future. His mother preferred different ways to inebriate herself, for which she paid dearly. Both were not particularly well-suited to parenthood.
To make a long story short, he was more properly raised by his mentor, a rather jovial blacksmith. Of course, by that time Njall’s emotional growth was stunted, and any hope for coping mechanisms lost.
He proved himself against a lone juvenile kanpalu that had shown up at his village’s doorstep, although he was not involved in the following hunting party for the behemoth’s pack.
Other:
— Mikhail was his grandfather, not his father. Njall doesn’t talk about his parents. At all. And neither does anyone else, if they’re smart enough.
— He earned the nickname “Two-Moon” when his animal form revealed itself. It doesn’t really make much sense until one realizes it has to do with the aspects of his attitude and normal appearance and the animal being as different as night and day. Needless to say, it’s derogatory. It also stuck like glue, as things that we dislike tend to do.
