Jihørd
-What kind of information my comrade?-
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Jihørd
He nods, grunting softly again.
He nods, grunting softly again.
Jihørd
Using his newly freed arm, he ripped away the remaining chains. He then ripped away the enforced door like a sheet of aluminium foil.
-WEB, I'm out. Where am I going?-
Using his newly freed arm, he ripped away the remaining chains. He then ripped away the enforced door like a sheet of aluminium foil.
-WEB, I'm out. Where am I going?-
Jihørd
"Look to my feet little man, these metal corpses where guarding me for a reason. I don't need help to escape."
He growled, tenseing his left arm until it slams through the chains, his fist shooting through the wall, metal shattering across the hallway.
"Look to my feet little man, these metal corpses where guarding me for a reason. I don't need help to escape."
He growled, tenseing his left arm until it slams through the chains, his fist shooting through the wall, metal shattering across the hallway.
Jihørd
-Where are we WEB, and why is there a tailed midgardian at my door?-
He growls into WEB's mind, pulling against the chains and snapping a few more of them
-Where are we WEB, and why is there a tailed midgardian at my door?-
He growls into WEB's mind, pulling against the chains and snapping a few more of them
Jihørd
"Help ripping out your spine perhaps."
He growls, his red eyes focusing on him.
He leaned forward, his cell was small enough that while he was chained to one side of the cell, he could press his forhead against the clear wall facing the hallway.
"What do you want, little man?"
He asked, his breath frosting the clear alloy.
At 11'2, he towered over everyone he met.
"Help ripping out your spine perhaps."
He growls, his red eyes focusing on him.
He leaned forward, his cell was small enough that while he was chained to one side of the cell, he could press his forhead against the clear wall facing the hallway.
"What do you want, little man?"
He asked, his breath frosting the clear alloy.
At 11'2, he towered over everyone he met.
Is my introduction OK?
Jihørd
He awoke slowly, chained heavily to the antifreeze wall in his chamber, as he regained consciousness he felt his rage build in his chest. He knew where he was, he knew why he was thee, and he knew he was a prisoner. He had always been one of their more... Aggressive specimens, and was extremely surprised to see his normal security onslaught of robots were slewn in prices across the floor. As his rage built, he began to roar, bellow and scream with anger, straining against his chains until they began to snap.
"EXLRA! WEB! GRIHOD!"
he roared, calling for the few names in his head.
The thing about a frost Giant's scream is that it didn't belong in midgard, and every cell in this cursed realm was programmed to understand that he shouldn't be there, and that he, above all else, should be feared.
"GET ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED CELL!"
He roared, his voice echoing throughout the pyramid, many of the older specimens would recognize his roar, as it was heard every few decades, when he woke. The security of this realm wasn't meant to contain his species, and rarely did it. The only way the robots were capable of keeping him asleep was by superheating his cell, and they were unable to keep the furnaces running non-stop, so every time they were turned off for cooling, he awoke, as well as his rage.
He awoke slowly, chained heavily to the antifreeze wall in his chamber, as he regained consciousness he felt his rage build in his chest. He knew where he was, he knew why he was thee, and he knew he was a prisoner. He had always been one of their more... Aggressive specimens, and was extremely surprised to see his normal security onslaught of robots were slewn in prices across the floor. As his rage built, he began to roar, bellow and scream with anger, straining against his chains until they began to snap.
"EXLRA! WEB! GRIHOD!"
he roared, calling for the few names in his head.
The thing about a frost Giant's scream is that it didn't belong in midgard, and every cell in this cursed realm was programmed to understand that he shouldn't be there, and that he, above all else, should be feared.
"GET ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED CELL!"
He roared, his voice echoing throughout the pyramid, many of the older specimens would recognize his roar, as it was heard every few decades, when he woke. The security of this realm wasn't meant to contain his species, and rarely did it. The only way the robots were capable of keeping him asleep was by superheating his cell, and they were unable to keep the furnaces running non-stop, so every time they were turned off for cooling, he awoke, as well as his rage.
Name:
Jihørd Strodnask
Age:
674
Species:
Frost Giant
Appearance:
http://exclared.tumblr.com/image/107135448715
Bio:
He was born and raised in his cell, on the seventh floor of the pyramid.
Name:
Jihørd Strodnask
Age:
674
Species:
Frost Giant
Appearance:
Bio:
He was born and raised in his cell, on the seventh floor of the pyramid.
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