Theme Song 1 || Simple Man - Shinedown ||
Theme Song 2 || Sound of Silence - Disturbed ||
Theme Song 3 || The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel ||
Love Theme || Lovers Eyes – Mumford and Sons ||
Emotional Theme || Rainmaker – Iron Maiden ||
Serious Theme || Falls Apart - Hurt ||
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∞ Full Name ∞:
”I bear the name of my heritage, and the burden it brings.”
Elric Mahal
∞ Nicknames ∞
”You rarely pick the names; it’s often what others care to call you.”
Evenfel, Old Tooth, All-Father
∞ Age ∞
”It’s not easy to make it to my age, you leave a lot in the dust.”
93 (appears to be in his mid to late sixties)
∞ Gender ∞
”I’ll let you have two tries, takes you more than one and we’ve no more to say.”
Male
∞ Race ∞
”As if to mock us they named us Skinwalkers, but it was their skin we wore.”
Lycanthrope (Werebear)
∞ Sexual Orientation ∞
”I ain’t had much inclination one way t’other in many a year.”
Heretosexual
∞ Birthplace ∞
”Old places are meant to be let be.”
Isles of Entsteig
∞ Alignment ∞
”A helping hand where you can but you stay on your own path not another’s.”
Neutral Good
∞ Physical Description ∞
”You’ll be hard pressed to miss me, but I’ll make sure not to move.”
Elric is rarely fully armoured, preferring instead to wear minimal defences save that which he knows will alter to fit him should he be required to change shape. Other than that he’s often in durable clothing of leather and chain draped in furs. His skin is lightly coloured from the sun but overall bears a rather pale complexion, contrasted by his grey, almost white hair which he keeps long and braided.
He towers over many somewhat coming in around 7’ 8” in human form, 9’ 7” in animal form, and anywhere in-between while a hybrid; his weight equally fluctuates but settles at a starting point of around 315lbs.
∞ Markings|Tattoos|Piercings ∞
”Youth taught me that scars made you a man, age taught me that you’re only a man as long as you draw breath.”
A grizzled veteran of life in the worlds of both man and beast Elric bears more than his fair share of markings, some gained through ritual and others in conflict he bears them with pride and as reminders. As such his body is riddled with all manner of marks though he does have faded lilac spirals across his torso and arms which marked him as one of the Entsteig druids.
∞ Physical Condition ∞
”I’ll not be a burden on anyone, not even myself.”
While he shares many of the traits of a human his morphogenic nature affords him a certain resistance to the ravages of time. As such he’s in incredible good health for his age, aided by regular exercise and healthy meals. Despite this however as he approaches his Centenarian years he’s begun to become more ponderous in his movements even if that still places him well beyond many of his fellows.
∞ Disabilities ∞
”I ain’t got nothing that can’t be fixed one way or another.”
Overall he doesn’t have much in the way of lasting wounds as his body heals fairly rapidly back to working order even if it doesn’t regain its once luscious beauty. The sight in his left eye is almost gone with it being made blurred following a slash which left a scar across his face and has since deteriorated. He’s also primarily left handed but this hasn’t stopped him from using both to lethal effect.
∞ Former Residence ∞
”Sometime there is nothing to be done but mourn what you have lost.”
Lived within the forests of his homeland, with his clan and family till the day the sky rained fire and foul beasts invaded the land.
∞ Family/Relatives ∞
”Aye, we were a good ol’ Sleuth once, so we were.”
Brother: Halvdan (Deceased)
Wife: Aredhel (Deceased)
Eldest Son: Vidar (Deceased)
Eldest Daughter: Freja (Deceased)
Middle Son: Erland (Deceased)
Youngest Daughter: Helga (Deceased)
Granddaughter: Iona (Safely Hidden)
∞ Friends/Comrades ∞
”There are few you can trust, save what you can touch and feel.”
Having spent much of his life working closely with those he trusted with each working alone in their own ways he’s now left with few to call friend. His time on the Wayfarer has done little to open him up but he’s given oaths to the ship and her crew to protect them as his family.
∞ Enemies ∞
”Few that still breathe, save those I’ve not met”
In his long years he’s certainly made several enemies but most quarrels have long since been settled. More or less.
∞ Rivals ∞
”I’ll not back down but you’d best think before you offer up a challenge.”
Few tend to view this old warrior as much to be trifled with since it’s rare for him to cultivate competition in the open, and most see him as past his prime.
∞ Organisations/Tribes/Clans ∞
”They’re a bunch of stuffy idiots in comfy armchairs. I got myself one and I can see the appeal.”
He’s now almost the last of his clan and one of maybe a handful of druids still alive where once there were hundreds of clansmen and their mystical allies. When Entsteig isles burned they took with them many of the greatest protectors of the natural world as well as some of the wild places. They sank into the depths and with it so too did many of the clans who called them home save for the few who fled.
∞ Former Affiliations ∞
”It’s hard to belong when you’re the last.”
Druidic Circle of Entsteig
WIP Area
∞ History ∞:
”It’s been said that when you die your life flashes before your eyes; what people forget is that process is called living.”
The Quartermaster of the Wayfarer has lived a rather eventful life, with his early years revolving around his desire to sake his wanderlust by exploring many of the islands beyond his home as well as aiding his clan in several conflicts from invaders or to better secure riches for themselves. In time he returned to a simpler time and settled down in the roaming pastures and forests of his birth, acting as one of his clan’s spiritual leaders and rising in prominence as the years went on.
WIP between events
He’s not long resided below decks but there are few aboard who’d disagree with him about the governance of his little domain, especially given that His little menagerie of creatures has almost free reign beyond the barred doors to the hold. Since coming aboard the very substance of the ship itself has taken a more vibrant hue, with the outer hull having thickened as well as gaining an overall mossy texture and a faint smell akin to that of earth following rain. It’s in this darkened realm that he ensures the crew is well supplied, especially given the collection small plants that he’s cultivated to grow sustenance in addition to their usual rations.