Gar'andVohen Nathingr

" I live to fight, not fight to live."

a character in “Scarkim”, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Description

Name: Vohen Nathingr
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Country of Origin: Shivik
Mediere specialty: Ice Mediere
Physical description: Image
Standing at 6'7 and 270 lbs. He is tall and and musclebound. Vohen has long blonde hair and cold blue eyes. Vohen always wears long fur pelts often made from Shike fur. He also is adorn in thickly-weaved chainmail to protect him from enemy blades. Vohen wears his huge body band that serves as belt for which he attaches his satchels and throwing axes. The two items, however, Vohen always carries is his father's helmet and huge greataxe. The helmet is made of thick metal plate with a curved edge protruding from the back to the front, much like a mohawk, it has a unique, line design around the brim that looks like waves from an ocean. The Greataxe, which has been passed around each great warrior in his bloodline, has seen many battles and is adorn with many designs on the blade that signifys the many wielders of the axe. He often refers to this heirloom as Agniulfr which means "Wolf Edge."

Personality: Strong and proud, Vohen is rarely seen without a pint of beer in his hand and a huge smile on his face. At first many are put off by Vohen's large size and stature as many worry he may take that huge axe and go on a killing spree. Although he wouldn't disagree to a good fight he would hardly attack anyone he doesn't find challenging. For if Vohen is to use Agniulfr, it will have to be someone who he finds strong and impressive. Otherwise Vohen is content with singing ballads and drinking copious amount of alcohol and eating large amounts of meat. One way however to provoke Vohen to fight despite appearances is to question his strength and valor. He prides himself on being a powerful and valiant warrior and will eagerly prove anyone wrong who doubts otherwise. You may also insult his people and ancestors that will definately drive Vohen to battle, for if there is one thing that gives Vohen more joy than eating, drinking, or sailing , and that is upholding his ancestors' honor in battle.

Likes: Eating and Drinking. Sailing on the seas. Fishing. Training. Singing. Sharpining Agniulfr. And of course Fighting!

Dislikes: Impudence. The Heat. Spoiled People. Disrespect. dull weapons. flat ale. unseasoned meat. Vegetables (except potatoes.)

Weakness: Sometimes his pride does lead him into tough situations. Fighting( there is sometimes too much of a good thing.) Alcohol (Once again too much is too much).

History: Born in a port town on the frozen coasts of Shivik, Vohen lives as he wishes to die, by the flash of a blade. His Father was a proud and dependable warrior and often helped the port town in defense against whatever that would attack them. Like his father Vohen dedicated his life to the art of battle as he honed and perfected his skills in combat. Not only with his axe but also in the use of Ice Mediere. Vohen is proud and will always stay true to his roots as he travels in and out of his homeland. Vohen at first wished to stay in his hometown but the tales of other lands and its warriors always excited him when he vistied the Taverns and heard the stories from sailors. When he grew to his full measure he headed out to sea. At first he only went back and forth from Shivik ports to Mintold ports, never fully investigating the lands and testing other warriors mettle. One event however gave him the retrospective to return home watching some of Mintolds' finest warriors demonstrating their use of Mediere. Vohen although a competent fighter had no real skill with Mediere beyond making things a little colder. He would return home and train extensively on the use of Mediere. Learning from other Shivikians he soon developed a more skillful use of Mediere unlike many of his ancestors who had little knowledge of Mediere. With his training complete Vohen would resume his dream of traveling to the other countries and discovering new challenges that would prove his mettle and bring honor to his family name. His wordly journey shall begin in Mintold.

Equipment: Agniulfr (His Greataxe). Throwing Axes. Chainmail. Three satchels carrying herbs, sharpining tools, seasonings and I suppose Mediere crystals? His father's helmet and Shike pelts.

So begins...

Vohen Nathingr's Story

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OOC Notes

Setting: Mintold2012-02-13 09:34:22, as written by Seveneleven
Vohen, only recently came to this city, was searching for the nearest Tavern. "Dammit!" "Why in the bloody hell I cannot find me a Tavern!?" "I have been at sea fer months and the damn captain couldn't think to give me a single drop of ale!" Obviously annoyed, Vohen searched hastily for signs of a Tavern. Instead of finding a place to drink he instead heard all of the clamor down the street. Yelling about stealing and about witches. Vohen when up to the nearest citizen and asked, "Oy! do ye know where I can find me a Tavern!? I'm quite dry 'ere!" Unfortunately Vohen really had no such thing as an inside voice and his boisterous manner frightened the citizen into crying, "Please don't hurt me! Take what you want!!!" Confused by his response Vohen said, "Oy! What do ya mean take what I want?" "All I want is to find a Tavern, that is what I asked for!" Citizen still misreading Vohen cowered before him still screaming, "Don't hurt me, don't chop off my head." The poor guy was making a scene and was drawing uncessary attention to the blonde haired northerner. As people stared some of them were worried, Vohen's appearance did seem to make him out to be barbaric. Vohen stood at a staggering 6'7 and is heavily muscled, complete with chainmail and Shike fur pelts that adorned his shoulders and backside, luckily the pelts mostly hid Agniulfr, his greataxe, otherwise people may make him out to be some sort of invader. "Ugh, I don't understand ye people of the southern countries, I merely ask fer directions and I have someone crying at me feet." Vohen scratches his hair underneath his Father's plate helmet, in confusion. "Maybe I should leave ya to ye mournin'." Vohen backed away as he continued his desparate search for a Tavern.

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Setting: Mintold2012-02-13 10:05:08, as written by Seveneleven
Finally Vohen's search comes to a grand end. "AT LAST!!!" Vohen seemed to be on the edge of crying as he sees the words "PUB" on a sign above a door. "NOW ITS TIME TO DRINK!!!" Vohen charges for the pub as other civilians wise enough jumped out of the way of the sprinting northerner. Vohen, unceremoniously enters the pub. Vohen looks about the entire pub as he sees many different groups of people. Yet Vohen's eyes landed directly at the bar. He makes his steps throught the pub as he moves between tables as people have to get up since he takes up quite a bit of space. "Oh sorry, pardon me." He said as he pushed his way through the smoke and crowd as he comes up to the bar and asks,

"Oy! Bartender! I like a pint of ye ale!" Vohen exclaimed. The Bartender looking almost nervously at the northerner and said, "S-sure coming right up." He hurries to fulfill his order just to avoid being harmed. The Bartender slides down the pint as Vohen greedily takes the beverage and slurps it down with much gusto. "AH! Thats better!" "Another!" Vohen abruptly askes. Taking his order another pint of ale shows up in his hands.

(2 pints/ -8 gold)?

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OOC Notes

Setting: Scarkim2012-02-13 18:43:39, as written by Seveneleven
Vohen, only recently came to this city, was searching for the nearest Tavern. "Dammit!" "Why in the bloody hell I cannot find me a Tavern!?" "I have been at sea fer months and the damn captain couldn't think to give me a single drop of ale!" Obviously annoyed, Vohen searched hastily for signs of a Tavern. Instead of finding a place to drink he instead heard all of the clamor down the street. Yelling about stealing and about witches. Vohen when up to the nearest citizen and asked, "Oy! do ye know where I can find me a Tavern!? I'm quite dry 'ere!" Unfortunately Vohen really had no such thing as an inside voice and his boisterous manner frightened the citizen into crying, "Please don't hurt me! Take what you want!!!" Confused by his response Vohen said, "Oy! What do ya mean take what I want?" "All I want is to find a Tavern, that is what I asked for!" Citizen still misreading Vohen cowered before him still screaming, "Don't hurt me, don't chop off my head." The poor guy was making a scene and was drawing uncessary attention to the blonde haired northerner. As people stared some of them were worried, Vohen's appearance did seem to make him out to be barbaric. Vohen stood at a staggering 6'7 and is heavily muscled, complete with chainmail and Shike fur pelts that adorned his shoulders and backside, luckily the pelts mostly hid Agniulfr, his greataxe, otherwise people may make him out to be some sort of invader. "Ugh, I don't understand ye people of the southern countries, I merely ask fer directions and I have someone crying at me feet." Vohen scratches his hair underneath his Father's plate helmet, in confusion. "Maybe I should leave ya to ye mournin'." Vohen backed away as he continued his desparate search for a Tavern.

Finally Vohen's search comes to a grand end. "AT LAST!!!" Vohen seemed to be on the edge of crying as he sees the words "PUB" on a sign above a door. "NOW ITS TIME TO DRINK!!!" Vohen charges for the pub as other civilians wise enough jumped out of the way of the sprinting northerner. Vohen, unceremoniously enters the pub. Vohen looks about the entire pub as he sees many different groups of people. Yet Vohen's eyes landed directly at the bar. He makes his steps throught the pub as he moves between tables as people have to get up since he takes up quite a bit of space. "Oh sorry, pardon me." He said as he pushed his way through the smoke and crowd as he comes up to the bar and asks,

"Oy! Bartender! I like a pint of ye ale!" Vohen exclaimed. The Bartender looking almost nervously at the northerner and said, "S-sure coming right up." He hurries to fulfill his order just to avoid being harmed. The Bartender slides down the pint as Vohen greedily takes the beverage and slurps it down with much gusto. "AH! Thats better!" "Another!" Vohen abruptly askes. Taking his order another pint of ale shows up in his hands.

(2 pints/ -8 gold)?

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Character Portrait: Jin Odin Kisaragi Character Portrait: Vohen Nathingr
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OOC Notes

Setting: Dasoon "The Holy City"2012-02-14 12:52:48, as written by Lzo
"Oi Sir the Dragoon Squad Alpha is here to um...investigate."

Before the regular guard captain could respond, two large men swept into the alleyway like menacing brutes on a war path. The shade gave way to a colder breeze, gravel left scattered on the ground. Grey, and polished the two men pushed the guards to the side, giving way for another. A man tall and slender, stepped into the darkened silhouette of the nearby Inn.

He strode forward as he nodded off to the two guards that entered the lifeless alley before him. His armor was resilient, almost a steel color. It's structure was toppled over one plate of stone after the other. Jutting spikes flew out from his dragon like helm, a sham of white. His arms held the same color as his helm as the armor extended to his knuckles, his rib cage the only other thing covered by his Dragoon armor.

At his side rested a angular crafted white hilt, made of Mintold own stone. Concealing his true weapon, a sheathe, Black and made of pure onyx went dark in the shade. A giant metal sword rested sideways at his back as his black boots planted into the ground. Gravel breaking under the pressure of his foot, Jin's gentle purple eyes scanned the ground. A dull red tainting the cracks of the stone made cobblestone a few feet in front of him, the Mintold captain standing to the side to greet him.

"Mister Jin Kisaragi, sir..." Hesitation rasped in the man's throat, dryness from the cold weather, more so from Jin's appearance. "This is the sixth one this week, and some we might not even know about.." The captain turned to the stream of blood leading behind a large stack of barrels, filled with the finest wine of Mintold. Jin grinned his mouth still visible the captain backed away, Jin proceeding forward to inspect the hidden body.

The two guards that came with him moved to the are Jin had just left, turning their back to Jin as they blocked off the alleyway. Approaching the large barrels Jin lightly smiled, his thoughts swirling for an answer for the location. Extending his right arm forward his fingers grazed the wooden barrels, rough and old, Jin snatched his fingers back as he turned. Her long hair had been spread out, grey and dry from the exposure of the natural world's elements. Her face had sunk into a decomposing phase, her skull slightly visible, starting from her jaw up to her eyes.

Jin quickly knelt to inspect the area closer, his unmatched vibrant lilac eyes searching for a clue. He had been put on this task for one purpose, everyone else that had been inspecting the deaths, were also killed. Jin being highly skilled in combat, and tactical when it came to survival was the perfect candidate. It had been the third body since he was chosen for the job, a job he was slowly starting to think the killer wanted him to take part in. The criminal was getting too comfortable, too smart.

A pool of blood wrapped around the young woman, soaked and the smell of decease. Jin touched the the blood lightly, his eyes absorbing the dull red. Then bending farther over he grabbed her hair, lifting lightly he checked under her head. His eyes caught something before placing her head back down, a locket with a long metal string, drenched in her pool of blood. Sliding his left hand under he latched onto it, slowly releasing her head with his other arm. His black gloves stinging with wetness.

A locket? First thing I've found since the murders. What else could this bastard be hiding? He's definitely not an idiot, so why leave the locket? Did someone see him in the act...Ugh this is getting tiring, between patrols and this, what's next. He used the wine barrels as a cover, knowing her mutilated appendage would cause a stream of blood, much like the color wine. I'm on to you, whoever you are..

Turning away from the body his head tilted back as his deep, soft voice slipped through the cold air.

"May you rest peaceful, sister."

Jin waving his hands at the two guards, spit. The sun piercing through the shadows of hidden crevice, the alleyway lighting up as jin approached the captain.

"I found this, make sure your men watch closely tonight, I've got a bad feeling." Jin's voice came out like a viper, suffocating those around him with his power. His right hand clenching onto the locket, walked away, blood dropping to the ground as the necklace swung back and forth as he walked. Reaching the end of the scene he found himself before a bustling crowd of traders, and tourists. Music, hammer, and yelling all mixed in. Jin tucking the necklace in his side pocket grinned, the sight of a conflict in his streets by foreigner.

Jin slithered by the first few trading posts before catching a better view, a brolly man, suited and ready for combat. He looked easily a heavy set of three hundred pounds, Jin might have been wrong. his eyes scanned as the man placed his foot upon one of the scoundrels throats, tossing another to the ground with a talented close-line. Jin walked out from the commotion and stood in the brooding sun, no affect to the blistering autumn cold. the light gave way to the color of Jin's broadsword, a rusty brown with a glaze of steel peaking through. The crowd veered away from him as Jin set his eyes on the back of the newly interesting visitor.

"Tsk, Tsk...Playing with men like that, you'll get no satisfaction, However regardless of their thug-like attitude and horrible fighting prowess, i suggest you take your foot off that man's throat, now..." His calm voice chimed into a vicious, cold demand. His eyes went still. His right arm resting on the hilt of his father's pride, Lotus.

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Character Portrait: Jin Odin Kisaragi Character Portrait: Vohen Nathingr
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OOC Notes

Setting: Scarkim2012-02-14 13:03:15, as written by Lzo
"Oi Sir the Dragoon Squad Alpha is here to um...investigate."

Before the regular guard captain could respond, two large men swept into the alleyway like menacing brutes on a war path. The shade gave way to a colder breeze, gravel left scattered on the ground. Grey, and polished the two men pushed the guards to the side, giving way for another. A man tall and slender, stepped into the darkened silhouette of the nearby Inn.

He strode forward as he nodded off to the two guards that entered the lifeless alley before him. His armor was resilient, almost a steel color. It's structure was toppled over one plate of stone after the other. Jutting spikes flew out from his dragon like helm, a sham of white. His arms held the same color as his helm as the armor extended to his knuckles, his rib cage the only other thing covered by his Dragoon armor.

At his side rested a angular crafted white hilt, made of Mintold own stone. Concealing his true weapon, a sheathe, Black and made of pure onyx went dark in the shade. A giant metal sword rested sideways at his back as his black boots planted into the ground. Gravel breaking under the pressure of his foot, Jin's gentle purple eyes scanned the ground. A dull red tainting the cracks of the stone made cobblestone a few feet in front of him, the Mintold captain standing to the side to greet him.

"Mister Jin Kisaragi, sir..." Hesitation rasped in the man's throat, dryness from the cold weather, more so from Jin's appearance. "This is the sixth one this week, and some we might not even know about.." The captain turned to the stream of blood leading behind a large stack of barrels, filled with the finest wine of Mintold. Jin grinned his mouth still visible the captain backed away, Jin proceeding forward to inspect the hidden body.

The two guards that came with him moved to the are Jin had just left, turning their back to Jin as they blocked off the alleyway. Approaching the large barrels Jin lightly smiled, his thoughts swirling for an answer for the location. Extending his right arm forward his fingers grazed the wooden barrels, rough and old, Jin snatched his fingers back as he turned. Her long hair had been spread out, grey and dry from the exposure of the natural world's elements. Her face had sunk into a decomposing phase, her skull slightly visible, starting from her jaw up to her eyes.

Jin quickly knelt to inspect the area closer, his unmatched vibrant lilac eyes searching for a clue. He had been put on this task for one purpose, everyone else that had been inspecting the deaths, were also killed. Jin being highly skilled in combat, and tactical when it came to survival was the perfect candidate. It had been the third body since he was chosen for the job, a job he was slowly starting to think the killer wanted him to take part in. The criminal was getting too comfortable, too smart.

A pool of blood wrapped around the young woman, soaked and the smell of decease. Jin touched the the blood lightly, his eyes absorbing the dull red. Then bending farther over he grabbed her hair, lifting lightly he checked under her head. His eyes caught something before placing her head back down, a locket with a long metal string, drenched in her pool of blood. Sliding his left hand under he latched onto it, slowly releasing her head with his other arm. His black gloves stinging with wetness.

A locket? First thing I've found since the murders. What else could this bastard be hiding? He's definitely not an idiot, so why leave the locket? Did someone see him in the act...Ugh this is getting tiring, between patrols and this, what's next. He used the wine barrels as a cover, knowing her mutilated appendage would cause a stream of blood, much like the color wine. I'm on to you, whoever you are..

Turning away from the body his head tilted back as his deep, soft voice slipped through the cold air.

"May you rest peaceful, sister."

Jin waving his hands at the two guards, spit. The sun piercing through the shadows of hidden crevice, the alleyway lighting up as jin approached the captain.

"I found this, make sure your men watch closely tonight, I've got a bad feeling." Jin's voice came out like a viper, suffocating those around him with his power. His right hand clenching onto the locket, walked away, blood dropping to the ground as the necklace swung back and forth as he walked. Reaching the end of the scene he found himself before a bustling crowd of traders, and tourists. Music, hammer, and yelling all mixed in. Jin tucking the necklace in his side pocket grinned, the sight of a conflict in his streets by foreigner.

Jin slithered by the first few trading posts before catching a better view, a brolly man, suited and ready for combat. He looked easily a heavy set of three hundred pounds, Jin might have been wrong. his eyes scanned as the man placed his foot upon one of the scoundrels throats, tossing another to the ground with a talented close-line. Jin walked out from the commotion and stood in the brooding sun, no affect to the blistering autumn cold. the light gave way to the color of Jin's broadsword, a rusty brown with a glaze of steel peaking through. The crowd veered away from him as Jin set his eyes on the back of the newly interesting visitor.

"Tsk, Tsk...Playing with men like that, you'll get no satisfaction, However regardless of their thug-like attitude and horrible fighting prowess, i suggest you take your foot off that man's throat, now..." His calm voice chimed into a vicious, cold demand. His eyes went still. His right arm resting on the hilt of his father's pride, Lotus.

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Character Portrait: Dr. Ruketsa Pryde Character Portrait: Vohen Nathingr
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OOC Notes

Setting: Scarkim2012-02-15 10:32:18, as written by Seveneleven
(Sorry just read the posting order.)

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