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[b][color=8E7CC3]Jerrick Fjaldersson[/color]
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[color=8E7CC3] Male [/COLOR] | [color=8E7CC3] 25 [/COLOR] | [color=8E7CC3] Veldermarke 
Dominant of[/COLOR] [color=b31aff][b]Ramuh[/b][/color][/CENTER][CENTER][SUP]_______________________________________________[/SUP]
[color=8E7CC3][i]"From heaven on high, far did his bolt fall for to deliver justice."[/i]
–[i]Eikonomachy[/i] - Book of Levin 4:20[/color]
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[b][color=8E7CC3]Theme[/color][/b]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc0eMtRRkhw][i]There's blood on your lies
And the sky's open wide
There is nowhere for you to hide
[indent][indent]The hunter's moon is shining[/indent][/indent][/i][/url][/indent]
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[center][h3][i][color=8E7CC3]"Our clash shall be heralded by great rejoicing, such that the heavens themselves will quake with great peals of thunder!"[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[b][color=8E7CC3]Appearance[/color][/b]
[color=FFFFFF][indent]Jerrick is an object of national pride, and it shows. A man of good stature, he is tall, broad-shouldered, and well-muscled, filling out his armour well. His hair is shock-white, a feature Jerrick attributes to his jarring Awakening; accenting the typical fair skin and blue eyes, he stands out amongst the Veldermarken masses, as one of his station naturally should. He carries himself with a proud swagger, a certain easy confidence that often strays into arrogance, and a cocksure grin is never far from his face. [/indent][/color]
[b][color=8E7CC3]Personality[/color][/b]
[indent]An early introduction to the blessings and privileges of Dominant status shaped Jerrick from a young age. Patriotic Veldermarkens laud him as a just, outgoing, fierce, and courageous representative of Veldermarken pride and power; his detractors would call him arrogant, brash, reckless, and battle-hungry. What none can deny, however, is that the Warden of Thunder is absolutely fearless, ever eager to jump at the drums of war and charge ahead with the same might and vigour as the Levinbolts he wields.

Some, however, would call him overzealous in that pursuit. Indeed, Jerrick fancies himself immortal - not that he's thought about it that hard, but the prospect that [i]he[/i], Jerrick Fjaldersson, Dominant of Ramuh and Warden of Thunder, could ever fall in battle (or by any other means) has truly never crossed his mind. [/indent]
[b][color=8E7CC3]Bio[/color][/b]
[indent]Jerrick's earliest memories are of a storm. He was in a wooden boat, soaked to the skin, being tossed about by a raging sea eager to drag him and his father to hell for daring to intrude upon its territory. Jerrick vividly remembers wondering what it was going to feel like to drown. 

He was no stranger to the water, even at the tender age of five; his father was a fisherman, and with his mother ill, he often took his boy out on the boat with him to drag in whatever the waters off the coast of Ash could offer. Rough waters weren't new to them, but a gale like this came hard and fast, and before they knew it they could do nothing but hold on for dear life - and their grip was slipping. 

Jerrick had wedged himself into the bow of their little clinker as it bucked, his father scrambling to stabilize them - to no avail. Before them rose a wave that was bound to swallow them whole. Realizing their fate, Jerrick's father abandoned his pursuits and gathered his son in his arms, praying for God to spare them. Jerrick did not share his father's serenity; the boy was struck with terrible fear as a wave the size of Ravenwit bore down upon them.

In that moment, a great bolt of lightning struck, smashing the boat to splinters. Jerrick remembers very little of what happened after that. 

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[b][color=8E7CC3]Weapon of Choice[/color][/b]
[indent]Spear[/indent]
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