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NAME: Asgeir
Fornason
AGE: 18
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider, Hunter.
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male, into females.
LIKES:
- Challenges
-- Anything that would push his limits more then your everyday task.
- Hunting
-- Or as he likes to call it 'Practicing'. This is mostly the time he uses to go out and do stunts while on Heor's back.
- The cold.
-- Doesn't know why but the cold arctic wind always soothes him. He thinks that's why Heor and him are such great friends.
- Having a good laugh.
-- Everything is too serious around him, that's why when he's around socially he goofs off a bit to make everybody else smile.
DISLIKES:
- Loud noises!
-- His ears are extremely sensitive to the noises and it gives him major headaches.
- Doing his job terribly.
-- He has one job... and that's to bring wild meat back to Berk. If he doesn't do it properly, he gets scolded and scolds himself.
- People who harm Dragons.
-- Yes it might be an obvious one, but he takes it so much to heart he'd be willing to kill for them to stop hurting the Dragon kind.
- Losing his weapon.
-- He usually misplaces his weapons if they're not sheathed on Heor... so it's possible he loses them.
STRENGTHS:
- His hearing.
-- He has an acute sense of hearing, having been a hunter for so long.
- Flying.
-- He uses Heor's flying to it's full advantage. He knows when something will be impossible to attain with his dragon in mind.
- Agility.
-- Just like his dragon, he's very agile. On his time alone, he usually runs in the forest around Berk, having fun doing acrobatics.
- Navigation
-- He's usually out for long extended periods of time. Why? Well, he's charting things for himself or just loving the open skies.
WEAKNESSES:
- His hearing.
-- Even if it's a good thing, his ears have become more sensible to sound and hence why he hates loud noises.
- Pushing himself.
-- He has a habit of pushing himself to his maximum and dragging Heor with him. This usually causes both of them either injuries or extreme fatigue.
- Strength.
-- He's got enough strength to wield a blade, have no fear. But he's scrawny under then that. He's never been know for his thick-as-tree-trunk arms or anything like that.
- Endurance
-- He relies too much on his agility within Combat, so he's not used to getting hit all that much. If an opponent is able to see through the twirls and flips, and land a solid hit on him, it won't take long for Asgeir to lose the battle.
FEARS:
- Spiders.
-- He keeps this a secret... but he has major Arachnophobia. The creepy eight legged things hate him and he hates them.
- Darkness.
-- He can't see, meaning he doesn't know what's inside of it. It scares the living day out of him.
- Silence
-- He's used to hearing -a lot- of things. So when everything turns silent... chills run up his spine and he starts becoming paranoid to every little crack followed by silence.
- Getting lost.
-- He knows Berk like the back of his hand, but when it comes to exploring he has this small fear in the back of his mind about what would happen if he lost himself.
AMBITIONS:
- See everything he can before going to Valhalla.
- Leave a Legacy.
- See Heor grow to his full potential.
- Become one of the best swordsman of the village.
- Find his father lost at sea.
SECRETS:
- He's working on a map of the lands he's explored.
- He occasionally draws scenery of the lands and keeps those papers in his bag.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Asgeir is a real guy to be around if he is around. Rather to keep to himself and usually out for long-extended periods of time, mostly because he's out exploring while he can. He does usually come back with enough food to feed people, but his extended time out makes him a non-reliable source of food. He's a joker, never able to take anything serious. Give him a task? He'll have a joke for you three times out of four. He also keeps to himself most of the time. So this is what you'll get from him in meetings. A joke, then nothing for a while, another joke and then more of nothing. Either that or he'll start rambling on his opinion if the subject is really close to his heart.
When with Heor only, he's the most talkative of the two... mostly because Heor is Asgeir's personal journal. Gossip? He talks to Heor about it. Opinions or theories? Heor has heard all about it. A personal walking journal he trusts with his life. He would never separate himself or get Heor to go out alone. They are one of the same, like two siblings.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175lbs unpacked.
Hair Color & Length: Ear length, dirty blonde hair.
Eyes: Deep blue.
As was said in the weaknesses, Asgeir isn't scrawny but he isn't beefy as well. He wears your typical woolen clothing when around the village. Everything hand made by his mother except for his boots which were made by the local artisan. His armor is made of leather fabric and he uses it when he goes out to hunt and fly. The armor is laced to allow him easy movement during combat and during his acrobatics. His blades are sheathed on on a belt he or Heor wears. Usually sticking to the saddle of Heor if he knows the blades won't be necessary. The leather is dyed white to match Heor's skin and make it harder to try and focus him down when flying.
HISTORY: The story of Asgeir is a short and stereotypical one. His father, Godfred Fornason, was a Berkian fisher and his mother, Svana Fornason, was a stay at home mother taking care of little Asgeir. When he was around the age of eight, Asgeir went on a fishing trip with his father. The lovely time they had together. His father thought him a lot about navigation and how to find his way around the open seas. That night, while they were still at sea, a massive storm rolled over and washed on them. Some say it was Ran's rage against how the Berkians didn't pay enough homage to her.
When he woke up, he was ashore on the coast of an island near Berk, his father nowhere to be seen. At the inspection of an island, he finds a Galewing. The Galewing is resting, it's eyes closed. Asgeir's eyes have grown wide out of shock by now as he throws himself into cover, covering his mouth and his heart beating like a rocket. He turns around, the boy slowly walking over to the Galewing. A Berkian fishing boat would pass by at the time. The Galewing's eyes having opened, having turned it's head and spotting the small boy. Their eyes met, and with a snarl, the Galewing sent the child running.
After swimming to the boat, he was greeted with smiles of relief and cries of despair as his mother told him the news of his father not having returned. In disbelief, he cried.
Five years pass and at the age of thirteen, Asgeir is signed up for Dragon Training with one thing in mind. Finish the Dragon Training, get a dragon and fly to find his father. His mother had desperately tried to convince him otherwise. He had focused on his goals as of now, having spent the past five years finding out everything he could on the maps the Berkians had made. He had told nobody of the Galewing he had encountered on the day of his arrival.
As the years passed and his final test approaching, he couldn't find a dragon to attach to. He didn't understand why, but none of them felt right. He had
acquired a job on a fishing boat that one of his father's friend, Tanni Eirikson, owned. The man respected the lad much and had allowed him to use the boat if it wasn't going to be used that day. On those days, Asgeir would be out looking for his father or any signs of him.
Something had made him go to the Galewing's nest on one of those days. He landed and dropped down to find the beast at the same spot. In a stroke of luck, he walked over to the Galewing. Using the knowledge he was thought at the Academy, he walked to the Galewing, this time not afraid. The Galewing rose up against this new 'challenger'. Asgeir, put a knee down as if in sign that he didn't come here to harm the dragon, and put his head down in surrender. The Galewing walked slowly over to the Viking-in-training, it's senses on high alert for any sudden movement. The dragon walked around the teenager, sniffing out for anything unusual about him, seeing if it was a trap.
When the dragon had deemed the boy to be non-threatening, it'd walk closer, and sat down next to him. The boy looked up at the dragon and smiled. "I'm not here to hurt you..." He said, raising a hand. "Come with me to the village... I promise they won't lay a hand on you." The dragon growled, turned around and left to another part of it's nest.
Asgeir left then, the first contact seeming successful. That night, he read up on everything the Dragon Book had to say about these magnificent beasts. Each day after that, was much less about his father and more about the friend he wanted to make on that island. He'd bring the dragon some meals each time he could. Asgeir would talk to the dragon about anything that came up to his mind. Made the Dragon know what he was thinking. "I think I'll name you Heor, it's a derivative of the god Höðr, god of Winter. Like that?" He asked the dragon. The dragon's eyes looked into his own, and Asgeir was sure he could hear somewhere in his soul, "Yes, I do."
On the day of the final test, Asgeir came in with Heor. His class mates were baffled by the dragon's sight. He had never flown the dragon before... but he somehow knew everything would be alright. Maybe it was some sort of aura given off by Heor that he could feel... He passed the melee combat hands down and then it came to the fly testing. Although rough at first, Heor and Asgeir quickly clicked. As if they were made for one another.
After the great time they had flying, feeling each other's moves, they became partners. Now, every time the chief sends them hunting, Asgeir flies to find his father, to navigate the world like his father's dream had been. He needed to find the man, and knew deep down in his heart he was somewhere.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Just your stereotypical dual wielding swordsman. Nothing much to add onto it.
FIGHTING STYLE: Simple. Try to catch the opponent off guard as he jumps around, dodging and weaving through strikes to land a serious one himself. He will use his environment as jump pads.
DRAGON NAME: Heor
DRAGON TYPE: Galewing, Strike class, Male.
DRAGON APPEARANCE: Heor is a snow white Galewing. The color makes him incredibly hard to see in the snow or in the clouds, helping Ageir trap some of the food they hunt.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Heor is very dominant of his territory. Even Asgeir has no will to mess around with anything in the nest he made for Heor. Though he is dominant, he is a big softy when it comes to Asgeir, willing to put his life on the line for the boy. Heor protects Asgeir like he was the dragon's little brother. The bed made for Heor is so near to Asgeir people could say they sleep in the same bed. He gets moody often, but it usually is quick to pass.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
-Large gust of winds from created by the flap of it's wings.
-Shooting the blue crystals as a last resort.
-Dive bombing with Asgeir on his back to catch the enemy off guard and using it's speed to it's advantage.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ******************
CBOX NAME: CheeseyMonkey
Fornason
AGE: 18
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider, Hunter.
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male, into females.
LIKES:
- Challenges
-- Anything that would push his limits more then your everyday task.
- Hunting
-- Or as he likes to call it 'Practicing'. This is mostly the time he uses to go out and do stunts while on Heor's back.
- The cold.
-- Doesn't know why but the cold arctic wind always soothes him. He thinks that's why Heor and him are such great friends.
- Having a good laugh.
-- Everything is too serious around him, that's why when he's around socially he goofs off a bit to make everybody else smile.
DISLIKES:
- Loud noises!
-- His ears are extremely sensitive to the noises and it gives him major headaches.
- Doing his job terribly.
-- He has one job... and that's to bring wild meat back to Berk. If he doesn't do it properly, he gets scolded and scolds himself.
- People who harm Dragons.
-- Yes it might be an obvious one, but he takes it so much to heart he'd be willing to kill for them to stop hurting the Dragon kind.
- Losing his weapon.
-- He usually misplaces his weapons if they're not sheathed on Heor... so it's possible he loses them.
STRENGTHS:
- His hearing.
-- He has an acute sense of hearing, having been a hunter for so long.
- Flying.
-- He uses Heor's flying to it's full advantage. He knows when something will be impossible to attain with his dragon in mind.
- Agility.
-- Just like his dragon, he's very agile. On his time alone, he usually runs in the forest around Berk, having fun doing acrobatics.
- Navigation
-- He's usually out for long extended periods of time. Why? Well, he's charting things for himself or just loving the open skies.
WEAKNESSES:
- His hearing.
-- Even if it's a good thing, his ears have become more sensible to sound and hence why he hates loud noises.
- Pushing himself.
-- He has a habit of pushing himself to his maximum and dragging Heor with him. This usually causes both of them either injuries or extreme fatigue.
- Strength.
-- He's got enough strength to wield a blade, have no fear. But he's scrawny under then that. He's never been know for his thick-as-tree-trunk arms or anything like that.
- Endurance
-- He relies too much on his agility within Combat, so he's not used to getting hit all that much. If an opponent is able to see through the twirls and flips, and land a solid hit on him, it won't take long for Asgeir to lose the battle.
FEARS:
- Spiders.
-- He keeps this a secret... but he has major Arachnophobia. The creepy eight legged things hate him and he hates them.
- Darkness.
-- He can't see, meaning he doesn't know what's inside of it. It scares the living day out of him.
- Silence
-- He's used to hearing -a lot- of things. So when everything turns silent... chills run up his spine and he starts becoming paranoid to every little crack followed by silence.
- Getting lost.
-- He knows Berk like the back of his hand, but when it comes to exploring he has this small fear in the back of his mind about what would happen if he lost himself.
AMBITIONS:
- See everything he can before going to Valhalla.
- Leave a Legacy.
- See Heor grow to his full potential.
- Become one of the best swordsman of the village.
- Find his father lost at sea.
SECRETS:
- He's working on a map of the lands he's explored.
- He occasionally draws scenery of the lands and keeps those papers in his bag.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Asgeir is a real guy to be around if he is around. Rather to keep to himself and usually out for long-extended periods of time, mostly because he's out exploring while he can. He does usually come back with enough food to feed people, but his extended time out makes him a non-reliable source of food. He's a joker, never able to take anything serious. Give him a task? He'll have a joke for you three times out of four. He also keeps to himself most of the time. So this is what you'll get from him in meetings. A joke, then nothing for a while, another joke and then more of nothing. Either that or he'll start rambling on his opinion if the subject is really close to his heart.
When with Heor only, he's the most talkative of the two... mostly because Heor is Asgeir's personal journal. Gossip? He talks to Heor about it. Opinions or theories? Heor has heard all about it. A personal walking journal he trusts with his life. He would never separate himself or get Heor to go out alone. They are one of the same, like two siblings.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175lbs unpacked.
Hair Color & Length: Ear length, dirty blonde hair.
Eyes: Deep blue.
As was said in the weaknesses, Asgeir isn't scrawny but he isn't beefy as well. He wears your typical woolen clothing when around the village. Everything hand made by his mother except for his boots which were made by the local artisan. His armor is made of leather fabric and he uses it when he goes out to hunt and fly. The armor is laced to allow him easy movement during combat and during his acrobatics. His blades are sheathed on on a belt he or Heor wears. Usually sticking to the saddle of Heor if he knows the blades won't be necessary. The leather is dyed white to match Heor's skin and make it harder to try and focus him down when flying.
HISTORY: The story of Asgeir is a short and stereotypical one. His father, Godfred Fornason, was a Berkian fisher and his mother, Svana Fornason, was a stay at home mother taking care of little Asgeir. When he was around the age of eight, Asgeir went on a fishing trip with his father. The lovely time they had together. His father thought him a lot about navigation and how to find his way around the open seas. That night, while they were still at sea, a massive storm rolled over and washed on them. Some say it was Ran's rage against how the Berkians didn't pay enough homage to her.
When he woke up, he was ashore on the coast of an island near Berk, his father nowhere to be seen. At the inspection of an island, he finds a Galewing. The Galewing is resting, it's eyes closed. Asgeir's eyes have grown wide out of shock by now as he throws himself into cover, covering his mouth and his heart beating like a rocket. He turns around, the boy slowly walking over to the Galewing. A Berkian fishing boat would pass by at the time. The Galewing's eyes having opened, having turned it's head and spotting the small boy. Their eyes met, and with a snarl, the Galewing sent the child running.
After swimming to the boat, he was greeted with smiles of relief and cries of despair as his mother told him the news of his father not having returned. In disbelief, he cried.
Five years pass and at the age of thirteen, Asgeir is signed up for Dragon Training with one thing in mind. Finish the Dragon Training, get a dragon and fly to find his father. His mother had desperately tried to convince him otherwise. He had focused on his goals as of now, having spent the past five years finding out everything he could on the maps the Berkians had made. He had told nobody of the Galewing he had encountered on the day of his arrival.
As the years passed and his final test approaching, he couldn't find a dragon to attach to. He didn't understand why, but none of them felt right. He had
acquired a job on a fishing boat that one of his father's friend, Tanni Eirikson, owned. The man respected the lad much and had allowed him to use the boat if it wasn't going to be used that day. On those days, Asgeir would be out looking for his father or any signs of him.
Something had made him go to the Galewing's nest on one of those days. He landed and dropped down to find the beast at the same spot. In a stroke of luck, he walked over to the Galewing. Using the knowledge he was thought at the Academy, he walked to the Galewing, this time not afraid. The Galewing rose up against this new 'challenger'. Asgeir, put a knee down as if in sign that he didn't come here to harm the dragon, and put his head down in surrender. The Galewing walked slowly over to the Viking-in-training, it's senses on high alert for any sudden movement. The dragon walked around the teenager, sniffing out for anything unusual about him, seeing if it was a trap.
When the dragon had deemed the boy to be non-threatening, it'd walk closer, and sat down next to him. The boy looked up at the dragon and smiled. "I'm not here to hurt you..." He said, raising a hand. "Come with me to the village... I promise they won't lay a hand on you." The dragon growled, turned around and left to another part of it's nest.
Asgeir left then, the first contact seeming successful. That night, he read up on everything the Dragon Book had to say about these magnificent beasts. Each day after that, was much less about his father and more about the friend he wanted to make on that island. He'd bring the dragon some meals each time he could. Asgeir would talk to the dragon about anything that came up to his mind. Made the Dragon know what he was thinking. "I think I'll name you Heor, it's a derivative of the god Höðr, god of Winter. Like that?" He asked the dragon. The dragon's eyes looked into his own, and Asgeir was sure he could hear somewhere in his soul, "Yes, I do."
On the day of the final test, Asgeir came in with Heor. His class mates were baffled by the dragon's sight. He had never flown the dragon before... but he somehow knew everything would be alright. Maybe it was some sort of aura given off by Heor that he could feel... He passed the melee combat hands down and then it came to the fly testing. Although rough at first, Heor and Asgeir quickly clicked. As if they were made for one another.
After the great time they had flying, feeling each other's moves, they became partners. Now, every time the chief sends them hunting, Asgeir flies to find his father, to navigate the world like his father's dream had been. He needed to find the man, and knew deep down in his heart he was somewhere.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Just your stereotypical dual wielding swordsman. Nothing much to add onto it.
FIGHTING STYLE: Simple. Try to catch the opponent off guard as he jumps around, dodging and weaving through strikes to land a serious one himself. He will use his environment as jump pads.
DRAGON NAME: Heor
DRAGON TYPE: Galewing, Strike class, Male.
DRAGON APPEARANCE: Heor is a snow white Galewing. The color makes him incredibly hard to see in the snow or in the clouds, helping Ageir trap some of the food they hunt.
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Heor is very dominant of his territory. Even Asgeir has no will to mess around with anything in the nest he made for Heor. Though he is dominant, he is a big softy when it comes to Asgeir, willing to put his life on the line for the boy. Heor protects Asgeir like he was the dragon's little brother. The bed made for Heor is so near to Asgeir people could say they sleep in the same bed. He gets moody often, but it usually is quick to pass.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
-Large gust of winds from created by the flap of it's wings.
-Shooting the blue crystals as a last resort.
-Dive bombing with Asgeir on his back to catch the enemy off guard and using it's speed to it's advantage.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ******************
CBOX NAME: CheeseyMonkey
I don't see anything wrong with it!
