Adamant
07-19-07, 05:30 PM
Name: Inge (Pronounced "Ing") Windahl
Nickname: Inge Storm-Sired, Enhorn
Age: 13
Race: Bull Demigod
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs
Occupation: Farmer
Personality:
Inge is an unusual child, with a personality seeming beyond his years. He has an incredible work ethic, due to taking care of his mother and practically running the family farm since he was seven. He is generally very down-to-earth and dependable, and prefers stability to sudden change. However, he is also very stubborn, and his slow-to-awaken temper is nonetheless very formidable. He is not used to being taken care of, and is used to an independent lifestyle, so tantrums and melodrama are completely foreign to him.
Appearance:
Inge is rather large for a thirteen year old, and his face retains a certain androgynous childishness that confuses people as to his true age. From his forehead protrudes a single horn, and hidden under his matted blonde hair are two healed nubs of removed horns on the side of his head. Inge’s body is lithe and muscular, and there is little fat on his bones. His eyes are dark brown, but when infused with anger or electricity (or both) they become darker and larger until his eyes seem completely black.
History:
Inge’s mother Alva was the family outcast. She was the last daughter of seven in the village’s most powerful family, and the ugliest and slowest of them all. However, she was also the most spiritually aware of the seven, though this was generally regarded as typical mania. She was an epileptic and therefore forbidden to work in the fields lest she have a seizure unattended. Her parents, fully aware of the town’s penchant for gossip, concealed her in her room, attended by a maid.
One night, when she was nineteen, a massive thundercloud descended onto the village. The entire day she had been agitated, muttering to herself and claiming she’d heard the gods speaking to her. When the storm broke, it broke hard, and all the staff were set to boarding up the house and caring for the livestock – a hard task considering the extreme agitation of the cows. While her maid attendants were trying desperately to contain the braying and kicking animals, Alva slipped from her room and ran out into the storm, shrieking and shaking as she ran.
Days later, after a long search, they found Alva naked and unconscious in an abandoned field. A few weeks later, she was discovered to be pregnant. Shocked into sympathy by her disappearance and apparent rape, she received the best care her family ever gave her for those nine months. Until Inge was born, that is. For when they saw the child, saw the three tiny horns breaching the crest of his unusually hard skull, she was turned out of her parents’ house forever.
Thankfully, there was a sympathizer in the family. One of her aunts was another outcast, though by choice rather than necessity. Out of the entire village, she was the only one to believe Alva’s rantings. She took Alva to live with her on an outlying farm owned by the family, but away from the village. The house was clean and comfortable, though remote, and was where Alva and her son remained even after her elderly aunt passed away. Inge was seven when his aunt died, and from that point on was the sole caretaker of his mother and the farm. He gained a work ethic and seriousness beyond his years, and managed the farm well until he was thirteen and his mother died.
The circumstances of his mother’s death were unusual, and signaled the end of an era for young Inge. On his thirteenth birthday there was to be a great storm; this Inge could tell from his mother’s agitated mutterings that always preceded any other sign of bad weather. He carefully locked the doors and windows and lovingly sedated his mother, a ritual he learned from his aunt to keep her indoors when the storms came. However, this storm was too powerful and chaotic, and in the midst of it she leapt from her bed and wrenched free of her son's grip. With unnatural strength she wrenched the boards from the door and ran into the night, sobbing and crying with wide, wild eyes. Terrified but determined, Inge ran after her into the storm.
When he finally found her she was already dead, her body was draped across the carcass of a massive bull. Fighting his horror, he inspected closer to find the bull’s head was missing, and his mother’s throat had been cut. Strangely, the look on her face was of peace rather than fright -- her happiness seemed almost unnatural to him. Confused and frightened, he didn’t even notice the men until they were already upon him. One held him down, and the other lifted a pitch black knife to Inge’s horn. Inge was blinded by searing pain, kicking and bucking as the stronger men removed first one, then another horn. However, when the sickly blade touched the last horn, the storm suddenly opened up again and a brilliant thread of lightening seared from the sky to connect with his horn. The men were killed instantly, and Inge lost consciousness.
When he awoke he was surrounded by the four bodies, but the pain in his horns had ceased to a dull throb. The storm had cleared completely and there was no trace of cloud in the sky. Numbly he retrieved his removed horns and stumbled back to his farm, alone. Over the next few weeks he rested and healed, and during those days there fell not a drop of rain. His crops, unwatered and unattended, began to wither. Unable to part with his horns, he played with them idly, and with a strange inspiration began to carve them into a shape without realizing what he was doing. When he awoke as if from a trance, he looked into his hands to find two twin cylinders, curved at the ends, that looked to him like the handles of spades. Only he knew that these weren’t meant for spades; they were meant to be blades.
With this strange realization everything became clear. He was meant to leave the farm, seek vengeance on his mother’s killers and retrieve his father’s head. Yes, father – that suddenly became clear to him as well, though he had never spoken of it with his mother or aunt before. It wouldn’t do to stay on the farm; he knew it wouldn’t rain again until the stormgod’s head was returned to the village. Not being one to tarry, he set out the next morning. On the way out of town he used some money to have the smithy convert his horns into knives, the town erupting into gossip as they saw his one-horned head that had long faded from the public eye. When the job was done, he hurriedly set out toward the closest city, vowing to return only with the head of Aurvandil.
Skills:
Unusually hard head. Inge's skull strength is 2x that of normal human.
High durability, despite being a child. At 13, Inge can work for long periods without resting and withstand blows that would fell a healthy 20 year old human. However, what Inge has in durability he lacks in speed.
Minor ability to create and channel electricity. At this point he’s merely able to snort sparks when angry, but this demigod power will (hopefully) grow as he matures.
Equipments:
Twin steel knives, the handles carved from his detached horns. Inge has zero combat experience with knives, but has a crude farmer's skill with wittling and carving.
A rucksack with some food, a canteen, various camping equipments.
Traveling clothes.
((Sorry if there are any errors, I didn't have a chance to really look over this before I posted it!!))
Nickname: Inge Storm-Sired, Enhorn
Age: 13
Race: Bull Demigod
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs
Occupation: Farmer
Personality:
Inge is an unusual child, with a personality seeming beyond his years. He has an incredible work ethic, due to taking care of his mother and practically running the family farm since he was seven. He is generally very down-to-earth and dependable, and prefers stability to sudden change. However, he is also very stubborn, and his slow-to-awaken temper is nonetheless very formidable. He is not used to being taken care of, and is used to an independent lifestyle, so tantrums and melodrama are completely foreign to him.
Appearance:
Inge is rather large for a thirteen year old, and his face retains a certain androgynous childishness that confuses people as to his true age. From his forehead protrudes a single horn, and hidden under his matted blonde hair are two healed nubs of removed horns on the side of his head. Inge’s body is lithe and muscular, and there is little fat on his bones. His eyes are dark brown, but when infused with anger or electricity (or both) they become darker and larger until his eyes seem completely black.
History:
Inge’s mother Alva was the family outcast. She was the last daughter of seven in the village’s most powerful family, and the ugliest and slowest of them all. However, she was also the most spiritually aware of the seven, though this was generally regarded as typical mania. She was an epileptic and therefore forbidden to work in the fields lest she have a seizure unattended. Her parents, fully aware of the town’s penchant for gossip, concealed her in her room, attended by a maid.
One night, when she was nineteen, a massive thundercloud descended onto the village. The entire day she had been agitated, muttering to herself and claiming she’d heard the gods speaking to her. When the storm broke, it broke hard, and all the staff were set to boarding up the house and caring for the livestock – a hard task considering the extreme agitation of the cows. While her maid attendants were trying desperately to contain the braying and kicking animals, Alva slipped from her room and ran out into the storm, shrieking and shaking as she ran.
Days later, after a long search, they found Alva naked and unconscious in an abandoned field. A few weeks later, she was discovered to be pregnant. Shocked into sympathy by her disappearance and apparent rape, she received the best care her family ever gave her for those nine months. Until Inge was born, that is. For when they saw the child, saw the three tiny horns breaching the crest of his unusually hard skull, she was turned out of her parents’ house forever.
Thankfully, there was a sympathizer in the family. One of her aunts was another outcast, though by choice rather than necessity. Out of the entire village, she was the only one to believe Alva’s rantings. She took Alva to live with her on an outlying farm owned by the family, but away from the village. The house was clean and comfortable, though remote, and was where Alva and her son remained even after her elderly aunt passed away. Inge was seven when his aunt died, and from that point on was the sole caretaker of his mother and the farm. He gained a work ethic and seriousness beyond his years, and managed the farm well until he was thirteen and his mother died.
The circumstances of his mother’s death were unusual, and signaled the end of an era for young Inge. On his thirteenth birthday there was to be a great storm; this Inge could tell from his mother’s agitated mutterings that always preceded any other sign of bad weather. He carefully locked the doors and windows and lovingly sedated his mother, a ritual he learned from his aunt to keep her indoors when the storms came. However, this storm was too powerful and chaotic, and in the midst of it she leapt from her bed and wrenched free of her son's grip. With unnatural strength she wrenched the boards from the door and ran into the night, sobbing and crying with wide, wild eyes. Terrified but determined, Inge ran after her into the storm.
When he finally found her she was already dead, her body was draped across the carcass of a massive bull. Fighting his horror, he inspected closer to find the bull’s head was missing, and his mother’s throat had been cut. Strangely, the look on her face was of peace rather than fright -- her happiness seemed almost unnatural to him. Confused and frightened, he didn’t even notice the men until they were already upon him. One held him down, and the other lifted a pitch black knife to Inge’s horn. Inge was blinded by searing pain, kicking and bucking as the stronger men removed first one, then another horn. However, when the sickly blade touched the last horn, the storm suddenly opened up again and a brilliant thread of lightening seared from the sky to connect with his horn. The men were killed instantly, and Inge lost consciousness.
When he awoke he was surrounded by the four bodies, but the pain in his horns had ceased to a dull throb. The storm had cleared completely and there was no trace of cloud in the sky. Numbly he retrieved his removed horns and stumbled back to his farm, alone. Over the next few weeks he rested and healed, and during those days there fell not a drop of rain. His crops, unwatered and unattended, began to wither. Unable to part with his horns, he played with them idly, and with a strange inspiration began to carve them into a shape without realizing what he was doing. When he awoke as if from a trance, he looked into his hands to find two twin cylinders, curved at the ends, that looked to him like the handles of spades. Only he knew that these weren’t meant for spades; they were meant to be blades.
With this strange realization everything became clear. He was meant to leave the farm, seek vengeance on his mother’s killers and retrieve his father’s head. Yes, father – that suddenly became clear to him as well, though he had never spoken of it with his mother or aunt before. It wouldn’t do to stay on the farm; he knew it wouldn’t rain again until the stormgod’s head was returned to the village. Not being one to tarry, he set out the next morning. On the way out of town he used some money to have the smithy convert his horns into knives, the town erupting into gossip as they saw his one-horned head that had long faded from the public eye. When the job was done, he hurriedly set out toward the closest city, vowing to return only with the head of Aurvandil.
Skills:
Unusually hard head. Inge's skull strength is 2x that of normal human.
High durability, despite being a child. At 13, Inge can work for long periods without resting and withstand blows that would fell a healthy 20 year old human. However, what Inge has in durability he lacks in speed.
Minor ability to create and channel electricity. At this point he’s merely able to snort sparks when angry, but this demigod power will (hopefully) grow as he matures.
Equipments:
Twin steel knives, the handles carved from his detached horns. Inge has zero combat experience with knives, but has a crude farmer's skill with wittling and carving.
A rucksack with some food, a canteen, various camping equipments.
Traveling clothes.
((Sorry if there are any errors, I didn't have a chance to really look over this before I posted it!!))