Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 1:15:26 GMT -6
(Vind Hjerte, son of Stormen Molnsen and Orkan Våldsdotter, Caller of Storms, and Defeater of Children.)
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#Name; Vind Hjerte
#Age Group ; Young Adult
#Gender ; Male
#Species; Caribou
#Rune Mark ;
#Occupation ; Wind Tailor and Medic of the Bear Paw Expedition.
#Powers and Abilities ; Storm calling: Through the use of his magic, Vind is able to control wind to a rather fine degree, and make some changes to the current weather conditions.
#Physique ; Slightly slimmer build for a Caribou, but still sturdy and strong
#Mane and fur color and style ; Brown coat, blonde mane.
#Eye color ; Sea Blue
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Vind usually wears a Red Bandana on his head, as well as a pink band around his Neck. This band was one his mother wore all the time, and gave to him at a young age. It has a rune carved onto it that is said to grant luck to its wearer.
#Personality ;
Vind has never been described as the strongest of bulls, often falling short of the others in competitions of strength. He makes up for this strength by using his intelligence to his favor, often outsmarting his larger competition.
Vind gathered a lot of his knowledge from old books that he found around town, including the journals he was given to read by both his father and the town medic. Because of the knowledge these journals held, Vind had started taking notes in his own journal at a young age, and has kept the habit to this day..
Vind also has a great deal of patience, and has learned to sit still as a statue for hours on end. This has caused his parents to worry about him, not seeing it as a healthy act. Vind says that it helps him learn the patterns of the wind and the weather, and helps him with his magic to have a clear mind and a level head.
Vind is loyal to a fault, and will try to go above and beyond his own skill to keep his promises, or to keep his friends and family safe. However, Vind made few close friends, not really caring for showing emotion. This wasn't due to a dislike of others, it was more to prevent other caribou from getting angry with him for conveying the wrong emotions. This led to him not being good with emotion at all, and it takes him a short while to pick up on the emotions of others.
#History ;
Vind was born on a night where the wind was roaring, bringing about a heavy snow. The roaring storm threatened to take the town away with it, tearing at the walls and windows of the house of Orkan Valdsdotter and Stormen Molnsen. The storm blew open the door, bringing with it a chill wind, and causing the lamps to darken. Soon, the sound of the wind died down, replaced by the sound of a newborn, calling out through the darkness for his parents.
The way his father tells the story, Vind is a chosen one, with power much greater than any other, containing within him the heart of the very wind that threatened to tear the town apart. Because of this, he was given the name “Vind Hjerte.”
Vind, and just about every other Caribou old enough to know better, knows that this isn’t the case, and it was purely coincidental. It didn’t help convince Stormen that Vind wasn’t anything special when he started learning his parents craft of stormcalling. Vind took to controlling the air currents rather quickly, training his skill day by day.
However quickly he grasped the ability, Vind still had his moments where things went wrong and he’d have to visit the towns medic. Vind didn’t mind, though. He liked learning the different things the medic had to do to figure out what was wrong with, and start treating, his patients. His father let him take up an apprenticeship under the healer, provided he would also continue learning the family trade. Vind was more than happy to learn from both teachers, and continued to do so for the following years.
After one particularly bad snowstorm, several townsfolk fell ill, and it took most of the healers time to keep them going. Vind did his best to help, following the healers every word. It was a harrowing time, but eventually the Caribou recovered, and were ever more grateful for the help they received.
As the Jarl announced the new expedition, lead by Styrke Kenhetson, Vind wished his old friend well. That's when Styrke surprised him, asking Vind to join the expedition. When asked why, Styrke mentioned his admiration of Vinds dedication to his craft.
Vind nodded, gearing up immediately. His father gave him a red bandana, said to be handed down through several generations to the Bulls on their first expedition. His mother gave him the pink neckband, which she said had given her luck in the past. He was also granted a small supply of healing herbs and potions by the town healer, just in case things went bad.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; the God King, Lord Marshall Silver Tongue the Third.
#Age ; 23ish… 24 by January, though.
#Gender ; Depends on my mood.
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#Sample RP ;
“Vind, you’ve got to listen. This is the most important part of Wind Calling, and if it’s done wrong, you could hurt your kin.” Stormen scolded his son, who had messed up the procedure several times before. “The swaying motion should follow the air around you, moving you with it until you’re ready to control it.” His father demonstrated. “Then, when it accepts you, it’ll allow you to manipulate it.” He shifted his pace before tossing his head forward, causing the snow in the clearing to flare up with the gust of wind as it passed.
Vind nodded, taking a stance next to his father, the young caribou shifting his head, a bit overzealous as he tried to make his father proud. As he tossed his head forward, he fell with the momentum, planting his face in a snowbank as he heard his fathers disapproving sound behind him. “Sorry, Father…” Vind said quietly as he stood up, hearing the snow crunching as his father turned and left the clearing. Vind turned to follow, but paused, staring at the clearing.
He could do this. Vind knew how to do this. It was easy, right? Time and again, Vind failed to do it. The sun started setting, and Vind heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t stop, though. The snow clung to his sides, and his face showed the fatigue of several failed attempts. Finally, as the footsteps approached, Vind tossed forward a gust, the snow flaring with it.
As he turned, a wide smile on his face, he saw his father with a proud smile of his own. “Your mother made stew. I think you’ve earned a hearty bowl or two, don’t you?” His father asked, and Vind nodded, quickly following his father back to town.
