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{Full Name}
{ Osmund Perseus Kerrigan }
{Nickname}
{ Oz }
{Age}
{ 16 }
{Gender}
{ Male }
{Sexuality}
{ Heterosexual }
{Role}
{ Kerrigan's Youngest Son }
{Likes}
√ Archery √ Hunting √ His Parents √ Exploring
√ Parties √ Strategy Games √ Training √ Girls
{Dislikes}
X War X Most Mythical Creatures X Condescension X Being the Youngest
X His Elder brother Randall X Night Terrors X Learning/Studies X Unnecessary Gossip
{Strengths}
* { Hunting } "He is a proficient tracker and hunter, as well as having minor skills with Archery."
* { Attentive } "He pays attention, always has an ear the the ground in terms of gossip or politics."
* { Skimming } "Or thieving, though he prefers the term skimming as it sounds less criminal. Skimming is a term he uses mainly for pickpocketing and nicking small items that would go unmissed. While he has no reason to use or hone this skill he enjoys the challenge presented by taking things that aren't his."
* { Charm } "He may not be the type that people prefer, but he knows the right things to say to get his way."
{Weaknesses||Fears}
{ Being The Youngest } "Being the youngest has led most people to be condescending towards him, as if he is helpless."
{ Weak } "He is not very strong, not for lack of training though. He just has a natural small-ness to him."
{ Sleepless } "He has had a touch of insomnia since he was a very young child, stemming from night terrors that to this day plague him. Many healers have tried to cure his sleeplessness but thus far all attempts have failed."
{ Arrogant } "He thinks very highly of himself, which often comes off as arrogant and is for most something that people don't like."
{ Limp } "He has a physical disability, a limp in his left leg - a reminder of the attack when he was young.."
{ The Rebellion } "He fears what it would mean for the Kingdom were the rebellion to come to a head, it is a scary prospect as he is somewhat afraid of most mythical creatures."
{ Mythical Creatures } "A childish fear, but stems from an experience as a child being injured by a rogue Dire Wolf, had he not been able to outsmart the creature he would not have been alive today."
{ Dying } "He is terrified of death."
{Appearance}
{Osmund has only recently grown into his gangly limbs and filled out into a more shapely body. No longer a small child, he has gained the smallest amount of lean muscle to him. Skin no longer sickly pale, but still not exactly tan. It is not evident right off the bat that he is of relation to his father, gaining little of his features or shape. He has however inherited the same dark hair, which happens to be an even darker almost black color. His eyes are dark as well. Osmund is formal with the way he dresses. Never seen wearing something without the families coat of arms emblazoned on in. He has little to no desire to be seen in common clothing, and has taken to always carrying with him a small weapon or dagger. Which is always visible.}
{Personality}
{ Much of his personality is a by product of following his Fathers example so closely, in hopes of one day being seen as worthy. He is his own person however, no matter how much he reflects the traits of his family. He is responsible, and takes his fathers rules to heart. He does not go against the wishes of his parents, allowing them to groom him into being the perfect son. He knows he is weak, and worries about it on a daily basis. He finds that many view him as the kind of person that is hard to associate with, as he has taken on much of the cruelty that his father has been known for. Though Osmunds cruelty only comes in when he has been angered. He has outburst often, and with age it has become much more of a problem.
He seeks approval at all times, always trying to act much better than he is. He does not like the way people view him, but he knows that he has no choice if he were to ever bypass his brothers inheritance. He does not agree with many people, and prefers to argue his point rather than debate it in a friendly way. He does not like being the youngest and hates condescension. If anyone were to look down on him there would have nothing to do with them any longer. He has been known to cut ties with people who think they are better than him just because he is young and weak. He has his own strengths, and in his eyes that counts for much more.
Being alike his parents has plenty of downfalls, most all being that he doesn't actually want to be like them. He wants to rule, but he does not want to rule with the same iron fist. There is in his eyes a large difference between strict and sadistic, something his father seems to not realize. Osmund has many fears, and these fears are enough to keep him attentive and alert at all times. When encountering Mythicals in fact he can become much more hostile - even though he is aware that the ones living as "pets" are much different from the beasts of the wilds. he can seem strange at times, too quiet, or at other times too loud. He tries not to restrict himself to greatly. Above all else Osmund is still a child, and thus still defining himself and changing day by day.}
{History}
{Born significantly later than the rest of his family, Osmund had grown up coddled by his mother. Being the youngest, and born with a sickly disposition, he had very little to do with the affairs of the home or court. In fact, nobody within or outside of Eriborough expected much from him. For quite some time as a babe it was expected that he would not survive long. Sick more often than not, and so very small. His Father had been disappointed by the weakness in him, but his mother had done all she could to ensure his survival. It was a surprise when he stopped getting sick so often, though as a child he was still alarmingly underweight and small. He stayed this way for years, trapped within the castle walls in fear that his weakness would overtake him. One day however his curiosity got the better of him; he was sick and tired of his studies. He climbed out the window of his bedroom, then ran without looking back. He would be gone for no more than an hour or so, surely no trouble would befall him upon returning.
However where Osmund had gone, trouble had followed. Deep within a woodsy part of their land he nearly met his fate at the jaws of a Dire Wolf, its hulking form overtaking him the second he got within its territory. Terrified and knowing that his death would not be swift, he struggled with everything he had to get away. At the last moment he managed to grab a thick branch from nearby and speared the Dires eye with it. Not killing the creature. Afraid to let it recover he ran back home, where upon his parents were waiting for him. The very sight of him was startling to them both, the blood streaking his skin though not his own still a terrifying sight. He had explained what happened - though he story may have included a few embellishments towards the end. He didn't want anyone to believe he had let anything overpower him. Even after spicing the story up his parents saw it fit to put him on lockdown.
Not that he had anywhere he could go anyway, his injuries were to great. His leg in fact barely healed from the attack, he still has a limp in that leg to this day and the aching is constant and some days unbearable. However with his ever growing age he has began to learn to put aside his pains, and stomp out the rebellious curiosity in him. As of late he has taken to trailing his father, and involving himself more in the affairs of court. Taking after the stern man in hopes that one day his father will see him as more than his youngest. }
{Family}
{Lord Isaac Kerrigan } "My father, a stern man, but a ruler non-the-less. I get the feeling that he isn't too keen on my outbursts - then again, who would be?"
{ Lady Sophia Kerrigan } "She coddled me as her youngest for quite some time, but Mother needs to realize I am becoming a man now..."
{ Sister } "."
{ Randall Kerrigan } "My brother, we don't exactly get along...He is a disgrace to this family"