Fafnir, Son of Fafnir
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Fafnir roars, like a bloody madman he roars. He chops at its tooth as a token, he had fought hard this day. He passes one to Arken, and takes the other longest tooth for himself, to make a drinking horn from it. "IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?" Fafnir raised his axe and tooth into the air. "I HOPE FAFNIR, SON OF FAFNIR HAS SHOWN YOU WHAT TRUE MEN ARE! QUICK AND COLD AS THE NIGHTINGALE WINDS, TALL AS THE MOUNTAIN RIDGES, AND .FIERCER THAN ANY KNOWN THING ON THE WORLD! STAND AND SHOUT FOR TODAY IS A GOOD DAY! YOU SEND STONE AFTER ME? I AM AS HARD AS STONE! YOU SEND HORRID BEASTS? I AM A HORRID BEAST! YOU SEND WYVERNS? I AM DESCENDED FROM WORSE! AND THE WHORE OF ORD? I TAUGHT HER WELL!" He roared one more time, just a primal scream, a loud and uncouth. - Fafnir after he slayed gargoyles, a manticore, a wyvern, and a cleric with Arken Rennatta in Hurlin's Arena
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| Assumed Name: | Fafnir, son of Fafnir (Also Fafnir Fafnirson) | |
| Title: | Barbarian, Northman, Slayer, Fear-Bringer, Hope-Destroyer, and Land-Taker | |
| Age: | ~36 to 39 Snows. Born 13-16 PF. (He does not recall accurately.) | |
| Race: | Human | |
| Eye Colour: | Blue | |
| Hair: | Blonde | |
| Skin-Tone: | Fair | |
| Height: | 6'7". | |
| Weight: | 262 lbs | |
| Alignment: | Neutral | |
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Personality
Proud, as proud as a man could be. His achievements rank high, as the necklaces of teeth and bone show off, many enemies have fallen to Fafnir. He does not believe he is unbeatable, but that doesnt turn him away from a challenge or a good fight, for to die in battle is the way of Fafnir's people and it would hold a high seat with him in the Grey Ones halls. He is not stupid, but he does not know alot outside of his home and its traditions, speaks two languages (common and goblinoid/orcish) but cannot read or write. He is extremely loyal, and his word is his worth, and once he makes an oath he cannot break it. For oath breakers are the worst kind of scum to him. Fafnir is known for his blind rages, and quick laughs. Enjoys a good tale, good ale, and song. However, if angered or threatened Fafnir has no worries killing another, but will not fight a man unarmed, and if he is would he himself become unarmed, or give him a weapon to fight. He has no tolerance for the weak, and prides people on their abilities and strengths, and not always in weaponry, but in the crafts as well. But he does not trust magic, hates priests, and dislikes scholars.
Equipment
Two Headed Axe: A two headed axe, made of shining silver, and crafted by a master smith. It bares many nicks of his enemies heads.
Fine Full Chain: A fine coat of mail, and crafted by a master smith. It bares many nicks of his enemies blades.
Large Steel Shield: A large steel shield, coated with shining silver, and crafted by a master smith. It bares many nicks of his enemies clubs.
Brute Gauntlets: Lucky gloves, said that if one of the three rivets in the gloves are rubbed, luck comes to those of strength.
Other Weapons: Fafnir carries many other weapons, including a basic warhammer, dogslicer, and two throwing axes.
Traveling Gear: Fafnir carries with him all needed survival wear for a northern traveller.
Abilities
Fafnir retains nothing out of the ordinary in his abilities outside those given as a racial bonus for being a human.
Background
Childhood
Born in the cold lands of Stál Vindur in the village of Tulinen (meaning fiery, free-spirited people), somewhere across teh darkest moors, with three black cliffs like devil's teeth. Fafnir was raised hard, and being one of the biggest boys raised to fight and claim land. His father Fafnir was a seasoned warrior, one who stood in many shield walls, taken down a giant, and fought hard bloody battles with Duthelm and has killed many oath breakers. His mother was a valkyrie of a woman, who was warm to him, but a cold bitch and wretched woman to others. He was also raised by his fathers other women, but he didnt care for any of them outside his own mother. Fafnir learned the ways of the axe quickly and gained many scars as a child, learning to fight with the other boys, and make sacrifices to the Grey Ones. Learning to respect the land by acknowledging his presence by rubbing dirt into his hair, or body, and gaining his peoples lust for ever richer lands outside the desolate cold plains of his home.
Youth
It was in his youth, and in his tribe Fafnir was finally a man, and gathered his first woman. He also went on raids with his brothers, cousins and townsmen, taking cattle, killing those who oppose, and gathering crops and wealth from seaside ports and fishing villages. Fafnir gained many scars, new weapons, and battle lessons here. It was also the first time Fafnir started gathering his own teeth from kills. During the end of his youth, Fafnir's father fell to a group of four bandits who attacked his house late in the night, but before he died decapitated two, and left the others dead of horrific body wounds. Fafnir burned his body, and learned that no man is invincible, but could prove like cornered wolves and have songs sung for ages of their deeds.
Adulthood
Fafnir became arrogant, strong, huge, and proud of his victories. He became well known, respected, and loved by his people. Brought home many heads, treasures, and food to his village, and had gone out farther than many even dared. This time Fafnir gained eight more women to call his wives, and bore many children. He raised the townsfolk now like others had to him as a child. For this early time in adulthood was Fafnir's happiest, he learned to walk the oars, command a ship, raise a family, and kill men with ease.
Galewind Devil
As time went by, the fighting between Duthelmians and The Vinnish ceased, causing a time of peace. The people of Fafnir's village grew restless and he took a good group of men, seasoned warriors, some his brothers, some his sons, and many just loyal friends and he went out to set a name for himself, and go further south than anyone had in years since Stál Vindur was Frost. However this proved horrific, for after many months of sailing they had a bad storm come. But this was no normal storm, it was the Galewind Devil, a beast of horrific visage, winged, hoved, and smelling of sulfur. It breathed poison onto his men, and burned the ship, and tore into all those with no shields, and sundered those who did. No one survived.
The Wayward
Fafnir awoke on the shores, many days laters, sick, hurt, and saddened he did not die with his men. He had lost alot of face, and all his honour, gatherings, and face was lost. Fafnir was angered, more than he had ever been, and vowed to kill the Galewind Devil, and that he would regain his honour on this land, wherever he was and would piss down everyones throats if they got in his way. He believed the spinners of his life would weave him one last chance to fight the beast, and if not he would be damned if anyone or anything tried to stop him. Along his travels of this new land called Kharlia he met a group of adventurers called The Wayward who were also looking to rid the world of the Galewind Devil. He saw that they were unlike so many on this land able bodied and strong, so he figured he would assist them if they agree'd to help him later. They did, and Fafnir has been questing with them ever since, but that was only the beginning.
