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Posted 02-09-2018, 01:11 PM | This post was last modified: 02-09-2018, 06:40 PM by Keillan
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
they called it the tithing.

it was their rebirth, their entrance into society. you see, dear reader, the youth of kaldmunnr must blood their first enemy before receiving their name. rest assured each left their mother and were given a name within a fortnight of being birthed. their first name. but it was in receiving their blooded-name where they would be seen as adults, as warriors as keen and cunning as their forebears. not many would pass through this ritual, very many would not make it unscathed. you see, these are vanquishers. they are driven by a lust for a good fight and following their first birthday the youth would be taken on a raid.

this was the tithing, in which each youth would pay for their name in blood.

so, these four. oh, these four.

the plan had been set, and their ceremonious date had come. the cusp of summer, the elder bear decided they would meet their tithing. they were taken across many miles (over mountains, around the seashore, through labyrinths of stone and wood), and what's more? they failed. their raid did not go as planned, and the tide turned against them. just when they thought all was won, a defeated cry rang across the battlefield and urged them to 'RETREAT!'

these four were only a small sample of those who'd been picked for that season's tithing, and by chance alone found each other during the retreat. they'd been nearest to one another on the field. little did they know in their retreat they were being pursued. they would be a bartering chip, or, as was common to the wolves of kaldmunnr, be killed as an example. or worse yet, slaves. the four worked together in slaying their pursuant. but, a happy ending would have meant returning home, wouldn't it? they blooded their enemy, they earned their names. in the process, however, they were lost to their raiding party. they were accidentally left behind, thought to be dead.

now, that first night it became quite clear none of these youth were friends. there was great debate which direction to take back to kaldmunnr. mostly out of fear, and some convenience (justified by teachings of their elders), it was safest and smartest to stay together as a single unit and work together. sure. but, with raging ego and hormones it wasn't so simple. every step of their way drew them further from home, and every inch was spent with great debate. it did not help that the twins were great with debate, and begrudgingly would have each other's backs. however, they weren't the greatest with navigation and it's clear that having fallen into kuro pits would be seen as their fault. of course it isn't all bad. their bond has changed, with some glowing moments during their travel (a makeshift 'naming' ceremony led by dee's kiddo), the rush of adventure, the chase for food, etc.

so, as we have it: four scrappy young vikings, far too gone to find their way back to their home. a year old and so worldly already. the epithets would be the blooded-names (think viking 'by-names') they had given each other. they would be treated like a nick-name, placed before or after their first (birth name). unless they were to become famous among their clans back home, then they would be known only by their blooded-name.




i. tide breaker, elder twin. most dominant of the group. prodigal youth, expected to be a clan leader of some sort in time. an ass. but you know, a likable ass. dislikes night for trying to always steal thunder. [ available m/f, 1 yr ]

ii. dusk bringer, 'other' twin. more in tune with the spiritual side of their culture. superiority complex, very much self-righteous. abhors her twin for being elder and bossier than she is. [ taken by dee female, 1 yr ]

iii. swift bard, cunning little poet. most patient. dislikes the twins because of a rivalry between families that has spanned generations. has come to respect tide breaker. [ available m/f, 1.5 yr ]

iv. laughing night, snark and sarcasm. has a strange fascination with birds. less serious than the other three but all the more ambitious. dislike of bard rooted in a rivalry over a broken promise back in kaldmunnr. [ available m/f, 1.25 yr ]

name bank: brynhild, geir, gunnvor, leif, ranveig, sigrunn, torunn, torsteinn. nordic names is a great resource filled with many different names from different languages. all of these would be acceptable. nord names from skyrim would also work very well. play with this for ideas.

in terms of audition, all i'm asking for is details:
first name
gender
personality
inspiration


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Posted 02-09-2018, 03:31 PM | This post was last modified: 02-09-2018, 03:59 PM by Keillan
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
the swift bard
Code:
<center><div style="background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/a85b/f/2018/040/c/8/bard_by_rimesong-dc2ntes.png'); background-color: #fff; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top left; min-height: 350px; width: 600px;"><div style=" padding: 0px 0px 0px 300px;"><div style="text-align: justify; background-color: rgba(4, 0, 0, .7); text-transform: lowercase; color: #b5b280; font-family: 'roboto',sans-serif; letter-spacing: .75pt; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9pt; padding: 5px; min-height: 350px;"><div style="padding: 20px 40px 40px 40px;">dance the hempen jig tack Nelsons folly fire ship handsomely lookout hands crimp hang the jib bounty. Wench strike colors long clothes port spyglass gally jib clipper bucko tack. Ballast draft flogging hands hardtack ho gangway plunder Spanish Main spirits.</div></div></div></div></center>

the laughing night
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<center><div style="background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/a283/f/2018/040/2/7/night_by_rimesong-dc2ntd7.png'); background-color: #fff; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top left; min-height: 350px; width: 600px;"><div style=" padding: 0px 300px 0px 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify; background-color: rgba(4, 0, 0, .7); text-transform: lowercase; color: #b6bdcb; font-family: 'roboto',sans-serif; letter-spacing: .75pt; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9pt; padding: 5px; min-height: 350px;"><div style="padding: 20px 40px 40px 40px;">dance the hempen jig tack Nelsons folly fire ship handsomely lookout hands crimp hang the jib bounty. Wench strike colors long clothes port spyglass gally jib clipper bucko tack. Ballast draft flogging hands hardtack ho gangway plunder Spanish Main spirits.</div></div></div></div></center>

the tide breaker
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<center><div style="background-image: url('https://orig00.deviantart.net/e383/f/2018/040/e/7/tide_by_rimesong-dc2ntco.png'); background-color: #fff; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top left; min-height: 350px; width: 600px;"><div style=" padding: 0px 300px 0px 0px;"><div style="text-align: justify; background-color: rgba(4, 0, 0, .7); text-transform: lowercase; color: #b8cdd1; font-family: 'roboto',sans-serif; letter-spacing: .75pt; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9pt; padding: 5px; min-height: 350px;"><div style="padding: 20px 40px 40px 40px;">dance the hempen jig tack Nelsons folly fire ship handsomely lookout hands crimp hang the jib bounty. Wench strike colors long clothes port spyglass gally jib clipper bucko tack. Ballast draft flogging hands hardtack ho gangway plunder Spanish Main spirits.</div></div></div></div></center>

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Posted 02-09-2018, 04:46 PM | This post was last modified: 02-09-2018, 05:06 PM by Baptista
Baptista
Rogue
Female, 4.25
Meso-fighter
33" in, 118 lbs
0 ep
© Violetta
the tide breaker.
sigrid.
female.


p. personality here.

inspiration.



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Posted 02-09-2018, 04:51 PM | This post was last modified: 02-10-2018, 11:03 PM by Badr
Sphinx
OOC Account
Female, 2.25
Ectomorph
5'8 in, idk lbs
0 ep
© Sphinx
curse you dee why must you tempt me so

steingot
swift bard
m . 1.05 . meso
29" . 82lbs


p. impish, romantic, wry, facetious, patient, devoted, curious, loyal

dashing wit has always been the boy's prime point. certainly, he can run with the best of them, he can bay with the blood-seekers on the hunt's amber dawn - and yet a tongue of quick gold has saved him on more occasions than has his brawn. the latter is meager anyway. he would sooner hope to impress with his rogueish charm, impish mischief, than with his body, it being his better hope in such a case. words are a craft all the same to him as smithing or tanning. a crafty thing is he, often able to worm his way from a tight space with only a sharp smile, a few quick words, and a scratch of his goatee.
a boy often dwelling in youth upon the epics and sagas of his fathers and elders, steingot trots with all the surety of a poet, for despite his unwillingness to thrust himself headlong into danger, he takes in each absurdity and each atrocity with a wistful twist of lips, knowing that he can and shall find a way in which to incorporate such experiences into his very own ballads and songs. and ah, his voice! to describe the tuneful and warbling tones as angelic would be an exaggeration, and yet beneath dusk-bled skies, wind and fire in the souls of a wind-whipped company, the raw and melodious intonations of his mid-pitch voice are enough to summon the very valkyries down from valhalla.
those two, the silver twins, he holds a dislike to, steady ancestral blade held in dangerous stillness by the wall near their throats, trembling every now and then, the age of the feud pressing not upon it's vehemence. yet, gaze turned to the leader-type amongst they, the brunt of the tithing, the brute is a thing whose dignity is to be somewhat respected, steingot finds, and whilst he would not follow [them] of his own will, especially not should ladies fate and freedom wear pretty faces, [they are] certainly a worthy figure of leadership.

insp. i ii iii iiii



edit by riv to close the table!



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Posted 02-09-2018, 05:03 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
duskykiddo

Valtýr ; femme.
dusky-eyed, and brewed of smoke. idk comin' after i cook supper

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Posted 02-09-2018, 05:43 PM | This post was last modified: 02-09-2018, 07:44 PM by Alistar
Divine ( Admin )
Alistar
Divine Warrior
Male, 4.25
Meso-fighter
34 in, 123 lbs
70 ep
© Ly

ODDERTHE LAUGHING NIGHT



MESO-RUNNER.
120LBS. 35IN.




dance the hempen jig tack Nelsons folly fire ship handsomely lookout hands crimp hang the jib bounty. Wench strike colors long clothes port spyglass gally jib clipper bucko tack. Ballast draft flogging hands hardtack ho gangway plunder Spanish Main spirits.





deadpan snarker
devil in plain sight
faux affably evil
lovable rogue
stepford smiler
talking your way out
the trickster



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Posted 02-09-2018, 06:03 PM | This post was last modified: 02-15-2018, 03:35 PM by Kaisir
Kaisir
Rogue
Male, 2.75
Endomorph
38 in, 137 lbs
0 ep
© Atlas
mercutio
the laughing night
m. 1.25. meso-fighter
31" . 108lbs


a. A plethora of bluish-gray and black harmonize splendidly throughout this male’s muscular body. Stereotypically, his appearance alone - his size enough to be intimidating to the majority - is enough to have him fitted into the ways of warriorhood. His exterior speaks freely of brutality; the power held within his jaw enough to shatter the strongest bone. Despite the masculinity of his form - he tends to himself in a methodical way that is nearly feline. The picturesque of his swirling colouration is awfully striking. Those before him, or even those that are similar to him, have been known for white’s tendency to clash vividly with the darker grays and blacks. However, in his case, there is not a trace of white to be found. His appearance alone is of exceptional rarity, and though he is no stranger to the lustful appeal of his looks, he has never been overcome by the desire to flaunt it.

Centered on his facial structure are a pair of brilliantly pigmented turquoise eyes. They shine like emeralds that have been softly dusted with the finest waters of the ocean. When observed as a whole, this feature of his is often admired for the way that it compliments his otherwise darkly toned hues. Mercutio would be considerably apt at slipping away under the influence of moonlight, his bluish-gray and black form difficult to pry apart from the midnight induced foliage. Although he still manages suitably to blend in when such is his longing, it can sometimes be easier said than done to disguise the ethereal glint to his greenish-blue stare.

p. Jack of all trades, master of none, though oftentimes better than master of one. magic, myth, and legend all in one. a plethora of unpredictable animations, and senses paint the picture for a poster child prodigy of pure duality. he is above all, a jester, a master of trades, and tricks and everything in between - using charm, and perseverance to get his way within life. beseeched by only the most fruitful instances of pure unadulterated pessimism, a bit lost, and vacant to the world. yet, not entirely dispersed within a crumbling match of ruins. it's hard to explain the boy within a quick glance, as he in himself is a magic trick to the eye. an ace, up the sleeve in other terms. a mere trick up the sleeve, and absolute pain in the ass when it comes to anything remotely conversational.

though it may seem like he is a complete ass, mercutio is actually very self sufficient. he does not like to rely on others for the things that he needs. he will defend himself against anything or anyone. he does not run away from fear. he does not run away from anything. he knows what he is good at, and he also knows his faults. snark, and sarcasm fueling every bones within his body. but, for one to own the higher than thou almighty persona, would not be the way to describe the laughing jester to a king. he likes to think of himself as a realist, down to earth and ambitious - though this is not the case. mercutio lives his life with his head up in the clouds, displaying a party some, and joking like attitude when it comes to senegence actions and words. he is quick to point out a flaw or kink within a plan all the while insulting one with his sharp tongue - yet along the way adding a joking or teasing manner to the words. seemingly despised by all because of his unruly and inprofessional ways of dealing things, is often labeled as "the trouble-maker" unable to stand down from any spar, or threaten upon himself of his ruins. though his inability to function fully as a serious member of society shows through more than anything, it is nothing but a veil worn to a test for the truthfulness behind his actions. mercutio, inside is a deeply faulted, gentle, and seemingly romantic man. yet, masks these traits with nothing but bitterness, and tricks - strongly believing his must up keep the 'solemn' and 'loopy' wanderer status up for the sake of a little laughter, and gentle brawls within the group. the kind ace, is nothing but loyal to those whom he travels with - despite his hatred for the bard rooted in a rivalry over a broken promise back in kaldmunnr. willing to lay down his life within an instance to defend their honor and names. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

inspiration. i. ii iii iiii


* Finally Finished This *

Rated M for Mature




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Posted 02-09-2018, 06:22 PM |
Valtýr
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Ectomorph
35 in, 80 lbs
0 ep
© Dee
here's my brat, my dudes.



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Posted 02-09-2018, 07:24 PM | This post was last modified: 02-15-2018, 11:53 AM by Badr
Rebel ( Staff )
Badr
Rebel Wolf
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
88 ep
© riv

swift bard ♀
i, ii, iii, iv, v

rich in brine and vigor, mind and body work together to create an image of poetic justice. cunningness a second nature, a mistress to the ego that brews in her history. and stubbornness to prove herself. strong willed and confident she is one of few who holds a patient demeanor, taking as long as need be till someone understands her point of view. silver tongue trained with skill in witty remarks and story telling. respect and trust are high on her values, taking them most to a heart often clouded by personal remorse. silent for the most part, offering faint bits of advice like the olive trees of athena when in the presence of those in need. though she lacks in some of the necessary attributes to prove herself to her family-name she has an ethic that keeps her motivated and pursuing things; aiding her in proving herself to anyone and everyone (even the strangers who’s faces she’ll never remember.) mused by the crimes of sacrifice and war, rarely in possession of a true bleeding heart. she is reserved and closed off, though friendly in terms of relations, she was never the type to possess friends — as childhood was spent being tormented and tormenting her kin, teasing those close till she was given the silent tongue and matured to appeal to unknown suitors. actions are often from a leap of fate and trust that whatever is meant to be will happen, only living to regret things rather than fear the concept of death. a life long commitment made to push on and never let barriers be built up that could prevent her from a prosperous lifestyle; though with all her ways of dreaming she remains of the superstitious type. relying heavily on the tales of her ancestors, captivated by their proverbs.


finished for the most part!; hover over name for details on the name meaning



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Posted 02-09-2018, 10:21 PM |
Visitor
Rogue
Male, 11.25
----
in, lbs
0 ep
© 10.25
frigg. god fearing, yet not humble on any accounts. rigid, structured,
and warrior-like. a true viking at heart. pillager, seeks glory as the elder child and wants to stand on the mounds of treasure taken in her name. razor tongued, incapable of anything but blunt words and rather humorless. demands loyalty from even her family, and respect. has an iron fist regardless of kin. keeps a high regard for those who show promise, or are useful. lacks a romantic side, looks for a match with use, or high value. occasionally confides in valtýr on rare accounts.

sallow undertones thread beneath the bristly silver coat. mellow grays and soft smudges of white that work their way into the underbelly. a thick muscular build, ropy, less feminine, but with gentle curves that suggest otherwise. power churns beneath roughened paw pads, rolls beneath the sallow flesh. a fierce but pretty head adorns the shoulders, tops the swell of a thick neck, with sloped ears and gentle curvature that marks the feminine gestures of the bodice. a small star stands on the forehead, between the royal velvet of grape wine eyes, stark and white as it mirrors her twin's. always a stern look structures the face, foreboding of a dry personality. fine wine at its peak year. teeth are stained yellow, one is chipped just slightly, unable to tell from a distance and still just as deadly as the rest of the fangs that hang behind the curl of a lip.



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Posted 02-10-2018, 10:08 PM |
Visitor
Rogue
Male, 11.25
----
in, lbs
0 ep
© 10.25
HEAVY IS THE COST
Roskva, female.

Tide breaker, they say, and she juts her jaw and lifts her head and her eyes flash in a way that surprises. They are fierce and determined, but they burn too hot and there's the promise, somewhere in them, that she will extinguish quicker, this way. There's something feverish and desperate about the way she leads them, with a voice too sharp and a hear too bold. Dominating, but loud about it - pushy and quick to punish if they should show hesitation. Everything about her is like showy, done for the demonstration, and reminiscent of an actor on a stage. She will do what is expected of her - and she'll do it well. She was always raised to be a leader from the very beginning, primed and molded and forced into the little niche they thought she would fill until it's all she knows, all she can remember; all she can want. It's not ambition so much as familiarity, the only taste she's ever had on her tongue: domination.

Roskva has never been well loved, not among the youngster chosen for the tithing ( she was always an ass, always so haughty, so empowered, and so often top of the class ) and certainly not among the ragtag group she washed up with. Even her twin has a bad taste in her mouth, the two like oil and water, though there is the unshakable bond ( grudging, perhaps ) of family. She loves her and she'll back her over anyone else ( even the others, she'll take to, if it's them versus strangers. ). Possessive in that way - they are hers, even if they aren't exactly worthy of it. Intolerant of all, but least tolerant of night and the incessant peacocking ( because, gods, if anyone deserves the praise it is she, vain or not. ).

Manages to hold some charisma, either in the cold way she shuts you down or the passion in her chest ( passion for what, though, is the question? ). Struggles more than they all know ( she is more likely to pour her heart out to a stranger than those she is closest to; a brave face for her group, a sincere smile for her twin; a screamfest for the passerby. ) with the weight of expectations and the crushing demands of her family, let alone the rest of Kaldmunnr. Confident most often, but when doubt niggles at her mind, she begins to crumble. Thinks herself weak, but is stronger than she knows. Anger makes her iron, betrayal makes her steel. Each mistake hardens her already hard heart. Pragmatic in most situations and, generally, composed. It takes a great event to force her to be overly emotional or irrational, but all have their breaking point.

There's a war within herself ( there's a war within us all ) and while she is hard and demanding and indomitable, she needs others. Despite the aloof indifference with which she often appears to attend to those in her 'flock,' Ros' affections are minute and subtle. If you didn't know her, you'd miss them - but the crinkle of an eye when smiling, the gentle touch of a nose against a shoulder, even the sound of a sigh while the sun rises betrays the affection she has for others ( because she's afraid to show more; she's afraid to lose it all. Control, she was taught; control is what is important. You're not a friend, you're a gods-damned leader. ).

inspiration: i, ii, iii, iv, v
It's a fearful thing; to love what Death can touch.

( dis spu )



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Posted 02-11-2018, 08:47 PM |
Valtýr
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Ectomorph
35 in, 80 lbs
0 ep
© Dee
its gonna be hard to pick ?



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Posted 02-13-2018, 01:13 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
ima give everyone a few more days, but a decision shall be made thursday on bard & tide. i'll give apps for night til saturday just so we dont lose steam :D

if anyone would like to add to this group, please feel free to app for that, just be sure to include how they fit in the group and juicy tidbits of melodrama ;D

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Posted Yesterday, 03:04 PM |
Valtýr
Rogue
Female, 1.25
Ectomorph
35 in, 80 lbs
0 ep
© Dee
I DID NOT FORGET.

school work was kickin my butt.

So, I suppose long awaited announcement the group shall consister of: Valt, Frigg, Mercutio and Ve!

Sphinx, if you wish, as it was truly truly truly so difficult to choose, i'd be happy to make added art for Steingot as an addition to the team? :)



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Posted Yesterday, 03:21 PM |
Sphinx
OOC Account
Female, 2.25
Ectomorph
5'8 in, idk lbs
0 ep
© Sphinx
aaaa thats rly nice of you but dont worry about it, i have too many chars atm as it is <3









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