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Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

I was thinking smoke manipulation and maybe a bit of fire. I’ll go a deeper but that is the general idea.

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (City Building, Currently Accepting)

Interested. I'll start working on a cs to post.

Maximum City: The Superhero Sandbox (OOC is Up, Currently Accepting)

I'm interested. Are you still accepting?

Vikings Westward (closed)

THE OUTPOST

Reidun could see Aksel speaking to one of the other leaders and locked arms and clapped each other on the back as was a common greeting among friends. Grinning she took in the sites around her. They had past the ruins of the monastery that Ragnar Lothbrok and his men had destroyed so many years ago. Her excitement was dimmed only by the sun’s determination to go down in the next hour or so. It had been a day full of anticipation. They had been a bit further away than they had assumed. It had taken them more time than they had expected to get to the shoreline. Since the boats were going to be beached for a while they had emptied them of their supplies and had put up makeshift coverings for the night.

Overhearing something about the defenseless village of Oakshire being just through the trees and then Watford being so close from there left her grinning.

Conall had helped the rest of the men unload the ships’ cargo into their makeshift base for the upcoming raids. Conall having placed the last of the boxes down he began to wander into the surrounding forest to clear his mind and prepare for the battle. Conall made sure not to get carried away in his daydreaming and kept close to the outpost, but for the time he enjoyed this peace and quiet. Many were fearful during this period that the often called “The calm before the storm” but Conall loved it. He also liked the fact that he could do his pre battle rituals in private.

Reidun looked around for Conall and didn’t see him right away. Deciding to walk towards this Oakshire beyond the trees she stepped outside of the outpost and headed for the woods. A figure emerged in the distance and she smiled recognizing Conall. As she approached him she could see that he was focussed on what he was doing. Not wanting to startle him she hung back a little. “Conall?”

Conall’s head shot up at the sound of Reiduns voice. He hadn’t noticed her following him into the woods. “Ay its me. I'm sorry I didn't notice you had followed me.” Conall had begun to stand from his kneeling position. Once he had turned around to face her he showed that he had been in the middle of getting his face paint ready. He smiled at her saying “Did you need something Reidun?”

Reidun smiled at him and walked over to him. “Actually I was going to go check out the village of Oakshire. Finding you out here is just a surprise I didn’t expect. Getting ready for the battle I see. I think I’ll wait for my paint til tomorrow. Since you are here, would you like to take a peak with me? I imagine that these Englishmen are quite different from us.”

Conall smiled at her. “Well sure I’d love to go with you.” he said while putting the paint down “I can put on my paint later.” Conall waited for her to lead him to the town called Oakshire. “It will be a bit difficult to stay hidden considering we don't blend in with our red hair and my extreme size.” Conall said not sure how going to this small town would go but he was willing to do it if it meant spending some time with Reidun before the battle.

Reidun was certain that these people had seen enough of the vikings over the last years to be used to them for the most part. Her smile came easy at his description of them. “Yes, we are pretty recognizable. I think it will be fine, and if not...I have my axe and you can definitely fight them off with your weapons or your fists. I have no worry about Oakshire.”

Reidun walked next to him through the trees until they opened into a clearing and ahead was the small village. Reidun kept her pace the same as they walked towards the village. There were people working the land. The harvest was being planted and it made her smile. Were they really so different? Apparently they were not so different in all things.

Conall kept close to Reidun in the event that a fight started he could quickly get both of them out of harm's way. Though to be fair Conalls size usually did a good job at scaring off would be opponents. He knew that most of the villages here would be different then what Reidun had been used to with much more sturdy homes and a bigger focus on surviving than on fighting and raiding. He also wasn't so sure how she would like the fact that women in this culture were not kept in such high regard as in that of her and his cultures. He turned to her to see how she would react to seeing this small town. “Is it everything you hoped it would be” Conall said with a smirk as they got closer to the village.

Reidun smiled at Conall and glanced back at the people in front of her. There had been rains recently and much of the ground was saturated. The people didn’t appear to be as clean as she had thought they might be. She also saw the father figure strike the young woman for something and her hand automatically went to her axe. The man yelled at the woman and she nodded and picked up an about all barrel and walked away. This bothered Reidun and her brow furrowed as she thought on it.

“Their family unit differs from ours. I think I’ll be quite able to enjoy slaughtering some of these men who will undeniably deserve it.”

“Ay it does.” Conall said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “There are some good ones out there but they are far and few between.” Out of the corner of his eye Conall could see Reidun ready to chop off the poor fools head. Placing a hand on her shoulder he whispered “I want that fool to pay just as much as you but let's try not to start unless we have to.” Conall could see how angry the man's action made her. Letting out a sigh and shaking his head a little he said “If ye must do it I'll help you.”

Reidun looked up as the sun was setting and she glanced once more at the man and she decided that she would rather enjoy one last night with the vikings celebrating now that they are here, in England. “I’m sure he’ll get his. I want some ale. Let’s go back. It might be a long time before we get a night without fighting again.” Squeezing his hand she turned and headed back towards the outpost.

Keeping a hold of her hand Conall followed her back towards the forest. “I'm sure he will get what he deserves if he doesn't run like the coward he is.” Conall pulled her close to him as they continued their walk towards the camp. “Besides I would much rather spend the night celebrating with you and Harek then getting into some meaningless fight.”

As they broke through the tree line Conall could see the rest of the raiders had begun to set up fires and had already gotten the ale ready for a night of celebration. Conall made his way over to where a fire had just began. He motioned for Reidun to sit next to him as he looked into the fresh flames.

Harek had been resting by one of the fires when he heard the voices of two young people on the other side of the flames. Harek immediately recognized the two redheads who sat down on the other side of him. Harek grinned and moved around the fire to sit next to Conall. “I remember the last time we were in these isles. I seem to have memories of an unnaturally tall man almost being captured a fair bit south of here. Of course my memory may just be failing me, but I don’t think so.”

Conall couldn’t help but let a slight laugh out at Hareks antics. “Well if I remember correctly it was because some old man couldn't keep up with me.” Conall held a smirk, he loved so much to poke fun at Harek. “Hopefully I won't have to risk my neck to save your sorry arse this time.”

“Hey! How is anyone supposed to keep up with those stupid long legs of yours.” Harek looked over at Reidun and nodded his head, “Reidun, you look as beautiful as ever. I see you have been tasked with babysitting this oversized child.”

Reidun laughed as the pair teased each other. It had been a long time since she had seen Harek in a playful mood. “More likely he is babysitting me.” She tossed back as she took a long gulp of her ale. “I wanted to kill a man for hitting his girl earlier. These people do not respect women.”

“They don’t respect anything. They beat their women and children. They live short and pathetic lives, toiling under some lord for no reason. Never doing what they want, because it is against one of their thousand laws. They live free lives, so they never live at all.” Harek was immediately put in a sour mood from thinking of the people that they were here to raid.

Conall took a drink of his ale before looking over at Harek. “I don't think I have ever seen you get like this while talking.” Conall said very matter of factly. Conall wanting to lighten the mood on this time of celebration wrapped an arm around Harek saying “Could it be that you are capable of doing something other than swing a sword around like a chicken with no head.” Conall was trying desperately to maintain a straight face through all of this.

“You wanna see a chicken with no head??? I’ll show you one when I cut yours off and show your own head how stupid you look.” Once again Harek’s smile had returned. “You’d probably die with a stupid look on your face.”
Conall couldn't help it any more and was dying of laughter. “I would like to see you try. That is if you think you'll do better than the last time we fought.” Conall knew he was tempting fate but was to caught up in the moment to care much of the consequences.

Instead of throwing a punch at him Harek tossed him a drink and laughed with him. “Let us save our strength for the enemy rather than fight amongst ourselves.”

Reidun raised her mug to that. “SKOL!” She drank and shouted, “May we all fare well and gain wealth and fame!” Shouts agreeing were heard all around.

Conall smiled as he began drinking from the fresh bottle that had been tossed to him. “It's probably for the best wouldn't want you going into battle with a limp anyway.” He said towards Harek as a last jab before they were swept apart into the celebrations which had exploded into dancing and singing all around them. Grabbing Reidun’s hand Conall stood up and began moving towards where the others had begun dancing speaking “May I have this dance?” He added a small bow acting as if he was some king.

Reidun smiled and bowed in a low curtsy and then she took his hand and let him lead her in a dance. ‘Harek you old fool grab a girl and dance!” Reidun smiled and let the music and the ale take her.

colab with @wick @pandapolio

Vikings Westward (closed)

LAND AHOY

Reidun was done rowing for the evening. After relinquishing the oars she leaned against the side of the boat and inhaled the sea air deeply. Paying no mind to the ache in her back or the calluses starting on her hands from the oars she turned and looked ahead. It was dark but not so dark that they couldn’t still see by the moonlight. There were still at least ten ships that she could see and the other five were likely just out of her vision. Reaching over to her side she put her hand on Conall’s hand.

“How are you doing?” She reached inside the nearest crate and grabbed out some cheese and bread for them. “Hungry?”

“Fine” Conall said looking to his side to see Reidun holding his hand while offering him food. “Thanks” he said as he grabbed the food from her[color=green] “I’ll be better though when we get on solid land again.”

Conall looked out towards the sea, staring off into the horizon. “What about you?” he asked not turning away from the sea “how are you doing on this fine night?”

Reidun noticed his mood and ate quietly for a moment before answering in a lower voice. “I’m glad the sea is calm. I’d rather not have to test my swimming skills so far out.” Looking at the others she noticed several were leaned up against the sides sleeping now that the air was cooler. Aksel was at the front of the boat just a few feet away trying to see into the distance.

“Conall? Where do you call home? Did you leave a family behind or are you on your own?” She blushed at the realization that she should have known that one before taking him to her bed. Luckily he couldn’t see that she was blushing in the limited light.

Conall had smile that was weighed down by sadness. “I come from an island not far from our travels end. My people called it Eire.” as the word came out he felt a pang of guilt. “And I had a family before I met Harek, though that was a long time ago.” He never really liked talking about his past but for some reason when he talked to Reidun he felt he could trust her.

“What about you and your family? I dont suppose that Aksel is your father is he?”

Reidun chuckled softly. “No, he is only three or four years older than I am. When I was five, there was a raid in my village and my parents and older brother were killed. Aksel’s family took me in and raised me. He has protected me all of these years from some of the less honorable men in the village. He more than deserves my loyalty.”

Glancing up at Aksel she still felt guilt after all of these years and she turned back to Conall. She could see his heartache in his eyes. “When you say family...parents? Or wife and children?”

“I had parents and some siblings back in my home village.” he kind of chuckled “never had a wife nor children.” Conall thought about what she had said about her past. Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder he said in low comforting voice “I'm sorry to hear about your family I know what you went through. And don't worry I’ll make sure nothing harms you.” Conall had hoped that he could hide his emotions from Reidun. He didn't want to burden her with the sadness and depression he carried with him. But deep down he new that his eyes always gave him up to people.

Reidun nodded at his words of empathy. “Thank you. Truth be told I only remember flashes of them. Mine and Aksel’s fathers grew up together that is why he took me in. I remember an old song my mother used to sing and her face. I remember Papa’s beard used to scratch me when he kissed me goodnight and that my brother called me his little imp. He was twelve or thirteen.”

Her voice quivered just slightly and she smiled trying to steady it. She wiped a tear from her eye and pushed it and the sadness away. She automatically pushed her armband higher on her arm making certain it was good and tight. She leaned into his side and whispered with a smile. “I probably should have made certain you were free before I hijacked you into my bed.”

Conall chuckled a little at the last bit. “Well I guess I can't blame you for that.” He Smirked wickedly “After all, I know it's hard to resist looks such as mine.” He was barely able to get the words out without laughing. For some reason he found himself going back to their last topic of families. “I still remember a lot about my family which at times makes it hard to bare. I often wonder if it is a gift or a curse i can still remember them so vividly. I remember some of our old songs we used to sing every night with the rest of the tribe. The faces of most my village members. I can still see me and my brothers fighting and training around the village along with causing trouble the only way boys can.” He chuckled lowly at the way he and his brothers used to act. “The things I hold most dear now are all of our old traditions and customs that I don't see much of in places like these.” Conall could feel a tear rolling down his cheek from all his memories coming up again. He could feel the floodgates that would lead to him breaking down, which he desperately tried to stop, were starting to open.

Reidun felt his melancholy and decided to derail it if possible. [color=f49ac2]“I think time has a way of making things easier to live with.” She pulled out a small cask and a mug and poured a drink for him. He would have expected it to be water but it was ale. Her grin was mischievous when she handed it to him. They usually took some ale with them but never touched it on the water. Mostly because on the water they were working but now it was night and most were asleep. Reidun kissed his neck softly. Aksel watched her pour the ale and smirked and closed his eyes.

“Relax and think good thoughts. We all need some good from these raids. And...I don’t need your protection. I can take care of myself.” She grinned at him temptingly.

He grinned at the taste of ale in the mug. “I am sure you can take good care of yourself… But you never know when you will need the help of a strong fearless giant such as myself” He said with a sly grin, flexing with his free arm. “not to mention, one with devilishly good looks.” After finishing the last bit he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Reidun outright laughed at his playfulness. “Oh so you are the brawn and the beauty in the relationship? I guess that must leave me as the brains and the cook.” She gave a slightly annoyed look. “Well at least I have that!”

Aksel snorted with laughter and turned away from them at that. Reidun reached over and hit him in the arm laughingly. “Go to sleep Aksel!” His chuckles slowed after a few moments. She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or listening. She sat back down and shook her head grinning as her attention diverted back to Conall.

Conall looked at her playfully “well I never said you weren't beautiful.” Leaning in a bit closer to make sure only she could hear “I’d say you're even the most beautiful woman i've ever set my eyes on.” He held his smile while leaning back trying to see how she would react to that. “Not to mention I am a sucker for a strong woman with red hair.”

Reidun blushed at his comment. “Ah, Sure you say that now. How could I possibly compete with your handsomeness?” Her smile was contagious and she put her hand on his cheek as she kissed him soundly.

She scooted over so she was leaning against him with one of his arms over her. She wondered if she did that partly in case the boat capsized or if it was solely emotion driven. “If all goes as planned we should reach land tomorrow or the next day at the latest.” She reached over with her foot and kicked Aksel’s leg and he just moved it over and snored a little. Worried only slightly about the upcoming fights she pulled herself tighter into Conall’s arms. “I don’t need protection but I want you there anyway.” She looked up at him in the darkness hoping he understood what she was saying.

Conall Smiled a little at her. “Sure i'll make sure to stay near you.” Looking back out towards the sea he felt an odd sense of both peace and excitement. He rested his head on hers so she could lean into his shoulder. “Tonight has been good Reidun.” he said wrapping his arm around her protectively. “I wonder how Harek and that seer are doing?”

Glancing to her left she saw the seer asleep with her head on her arms on a bench and she knew Harek was on his ship. “I’m sure he is fine and she is asleep.” She glanced at the seer again and thought to herself that Harek might find the seer to be useful on his trip. Yawning she let her head rest against Conall’s chest. Closing her eyes she felt safe and protected.

“LAND AHEAD!” Reidun was jerked awake by the sudden flurry of people awakening and all of the yelling about land. She sat up and looked ahead and although it was still several miles away they were going to make landfall by noon. Aksel was so excited he was lucky he hadn’t fallen overboard yet. Reidun grabbed the oars and started rowing with the others. She couldn’t wait to get on land.

Conall shot up at the sound of yelling and movement. Seeing that land was only several miles away Conall could feel his blood pumping with excitement. Noticing that there wasn't any oars left to row, he instead moved to the front of the boat stepping on to its rim. He let out a loud roar as he looked to the other ships seeing others doing the same thing. Letting his gaze settle on the the approaching coastline he became antsy for a fight. ‘Please watch over me father and mother. May you guide my axes and my anger letting me carve a path through the enemies that stand in my way.’ He prayed to himself.

First Fleet, Dynamic SciFi Campaign, High Casual

I would be interested in a group commander

Vikings Westward (closed)

Reidun had gravitated back outside and let the music and the dancing get into her soul. Her new friends seemed to like smoking and drinking. Reidun had never smoked what they were and she felt a little light headed but good.

Conall sat taking in the music that was playing around him. It was times like these that he almost felt like he was back home. The drinking and partying made him feel good and helped him forget. Finishing off his drink Conall decided to get up and join the people dancing letting the music guide him away from his troubles.

Reidun was having a fantastic time and she was downing her drinks faster than she realized and she hadn't eaten anything in hours. Oddly she felt better than fine and had no worries about her tomorrow morning. She smiled when another man joined in on the dancing. He was tall and she noticed the red hair like her and grinned. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. She felt like she was drunk and invisible at the same time.

Conall wore a large smile on his face as he danced around the fire soaking in the music. Even with him having downed a few drinks Conall realized that someone was watching him. He had turned to look when he saw a beautiful woman looking at him. What surprised him the most was her fiery red hair. It could have been the alchool hitting hard but Conall could swear it felt as if the world had slowed for a moment.

Reidun felt herself blush and she allowed the partner she had been dancing with to twirl her and then she let go of his arm and she walked over to the tall red headed man. She was normally a little more shy than this but with the alcohol she wasn't feeling the slightest bit shy. Not until she was standing right in front of him anyways. She knew her cheeks were turning pinker if that were even possible. As she stared up at the tall man she started to lose her balance just a little so she grabbed onto his waist. "You are so tall you made me a little dizzy. Is it alright if I hold on for a moment?" She mumbled with a grin.

Conall looked at the woman who was clearly drunk that was now holding onto him. Smiling a bit Conall grabbed her and helped her to her feet trying to keep her steady. "I dont mind lass." Conall said in a kind tone "What would happen to be your name?" Conall looked at her almost laughing at how she could hardly stand even with his help.

"I'm Reidun Gunderson." She kind of felt oddly lightheaded. "The ale I'm used to but I am not sure what they are smoking. Whatever it is, it's giving me a lovely feeling but I can't seem to keep my strength in my legs to carry me. I feel like I'm floating." She giggled slightly unsure of her own feet. Looking up at him she asked him, "What is your name?"

Looking down at her Conall replied in a kind tone "Thats a nice name. I would be Conall Cassidy." Looking around at all the smoke and ale he said "Their Ale isnt as strong as the kind I had back home but ive never been around this smoke." Looking back down Conall's pale blue eyes met with her brownish green eyes that seemed to soothe him. With out even thinking Conall felt himself pulling her slightly closer to him trying to tell himself it was only to help her stand.

Reidun smiled up at him a little wobbly on her feet and felt him pulling her closer to his body and as hers melted into his she kept her eyes locked ont his. After a moment she snapped back to reality and noticed all of the people staring at them with knowing smiles. Slightly embarrassed she blushed and took his hand in hers and pulled him into the darkness back towards her lodgings. "Conall, come with me."

Upon feeling himself being pulled towards the housing areas realized that he had been staring at her for some time. Conall after seeing the others looking at him felt somewhat embarassed but had shrugged it off, he wasnt new to people looking at him as odd given his stand out appearance. Snapping out of his thoughts Conall could feel himself blush slightly when he heard Reidun talk and when he saw where they were headed. Conall usually wasnt like this, he wasnt really the kind of man to be distracted as much as he was tonight. But something was telling him to follow this woman he had only just met.

Walking slowly she led Conall back towards hers and Aksel's house. Her head began to clear the further from the smoke they got. She was still quite certain that she was intrigued by this man. She opened the door and pulled him inside and closed it behind them. She knew someone would remind Aksel if he couldn't remember where she had said it was.

Reidun turned around and stared up at the tall man. She could see that he was more soft hearted than many of the men who went on these journeys. "Conall, I'd like you to stay with me tonight." Reidun spoke softly but reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. As Reidun explored his mouth she felt like she burst into flames and she pulled him into her bedroom and shut the door.

Vikings Westward (closed)

Conall Cassidy

Name: Conall Cassidy
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tzE98pQH08
Race/Faction: VikingAge: 27


Description: Conall stands at a staggering 6’5 with 250 pounds of muscle, the kind only obtained from years of battle and training. He has mid length red hair which is cut short on the side and left to grow on top. He carries a short beard that is crept close to his face. He has palish skin that reflects his birth in the north were bright sunny days are scarce. Pale eyes that have seen the horrors of this world and that are filled with grief and regret. Always ready for a fight Conall always carries his two custom made war axes whose blades are engraved with family and tribal markings gifted to him by his father on his belt. Should he ever enter a planned battle Conall adornes green war paint with one vertical line above his right eye and two below the eye.
"Class": Berserker
History: Conall was born a raider to a small tribe in what is now known as northern Ireland. Conall grew to become a great fighter, the likes of which his clan had never seen before. Conall was trained as a young man to fight with ferocity in his heart and to defend those he cared for. He had taken these lessons to heart and wove them into his life and being. By the time Conall was fully grown he had reached a height and size that was hard to believe. Easily the biggest on most battlefields Conall became a feared enemy, and a trusted comrade.
Conall however would not be given an easy life and his hardships had only begun. When he was 25 his tribe had planned a raid on a city just off the coast. It was a simple raid that was by this point routine for the more experienced raiders. Most had believed this would be a easy battle in which they would simply roll over the poor village and be done. This would not be the case. When the morning came the village that Conall called home was laid in ruin. Standing amongst the carnage was the only survivor, Conall Cassidy. The only man to know of the event that unfolded Conall left his home land in search of a tribe that he can be of service to and something to distract him from the event of that night.

Strengths:
Superb Warrior: while he doesn't claim to have the best form of a fighter Collan is not easily defeated whether it be in the confusion of a battlefield or in a one on one engagement.
Resourceful: His long time spent in the woods and in the wilderness has taught him to survive on his own
Ruthless in battle: Conall living up to his title fights with a ferocity that is rarely found in men and isn't afraid to fight dirty in order to win, because after all it only matters if you won not how.
Protective: Collan would rather take the arrow himself then see a comrade fall in battle
Brawler: Evan before he was trained with a weapon Conall was trained in unarmed combat using his often superior size, weight, and strength to push his opponents around.

Weakness:
Constantly drinks: While never to the point of a belligerent Conall drinks mostly to numb the pain of his past
Loves a good fight: conall often gets lost in his fights enjoying it far more than he should. This can at times lead him to look for fights to fill the void between battles.
Closed off: because of his troubled past Conall rarely opens up to people in a meaningful way but those he does can be sure that they are now his family.
Kind: While Conall loves fighting and his viking lifestyle he is by no means heartless and will often times go out of his way to help others.
What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Conall absolutely despises treachery and cowardice, believing they are less than trash for abandoning his fellow men.
What is your character's greatest flaw?
He refuses to kill children or women who are unarmed and will try to merely disarm them or knock them unconscious if they pose a danger to loved ones.

Vikings Westward (closed)

My Hider

Name: Conall Cassidy
Race/Faction: Viking
Age: 27


Description: Conall stands at a staggering 6’5 with 250 pounds of muscle, the kind only obtained from years of battle and training. He has mid length red hair which is cut short on the side and left to grow on top. He carries a short beard that is crept close to his face. He has palish skin that reflects his birth in the north were bright sunny days are scarce. Pale eyes that have seen the horrors of this world and that are filled with grief and regret. Always ready for a fight Conall always carries his two custom made war axes whose blades are engraved with family and tribal markings gifted to him by his father on his belt. Should he ever enter a planned battle Conall adornes green war paint with one vertical line above his right eye and two below the eye.
"Class": Berserker
History: Conall was born a raider to a small tribe in what is now known as northern Ireland. Conall grew to become a great fighter, the likes of which his clan had never seen before. Conall was trained as a young man to fight with ferocity in his heart and to defend those he cared for. He had taken these lessons to heart and wove them into his life and being. By the time Conall was fully grown he had reached a height and size that was hard to believe. Easily the biggest on most battlefields Conall became a feared enemy, and a trusted comrade.
Conall however would not be given an easy life and his hardships had only begun. When he was 25 his tribe had planned a raid on a city just off the coast. It was a simple raid that was by this point routine for the more experienced raiders. Most had believed this would be a easy battle in which they would simply roll over the poor village and be done. This would not be the case. When the morning came the village that Conall called home was laid in ruin. Standing amongst the carnage was the only survivor, Conall Cassidy. The only man to know of the event that unfolded Conall left his home land in search of a tribe that he can be of service to and something to distract him from the event of that night.

Strengths:
Superb Warrior: while he doesn't claim to have the best form of a fighter Collan is not easily defeated whether it be in the confusion of a battlefield or in a one on one engagement.
Resourceful: His long time spent in the woods and in the wilderness has taught him to survive on his own
Ruthless in battle: Conall living up to his title fights with a ferocity that is rarely found in men and isn't afraid to fight dirty in order to win, because after all it only matters if you won not how.
Protective: Collan would rather take the arrow himself then see a comrade fall in battle
Brawler: Evan before he was trained with a weapon Conall was trained in unarmed combat using his often superior size, weight, and strength to push his opponents around.

Weakness:
Constantly drinks: While never to the point of a belligerent Conall drinks mostly to numb the pain of his past
Loves a good fight: conall often gets lost in his fights enjoying it far more than he should. This can at times lead him to look for fights to fill the void between battles.
Closed off: because of his troubled past Conall rarely opens up to people in a meaningful way but those he does can be sure that they are now his family.
Kind: While Conall loves fighting and his viking lifestyle he is by no means heartless and will often times go out of his way to help others.
What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Conall absolutely despises treachery and cowardice, believing they are less than trash for abandoning his fellow men.
What is your character's greatest flaw?
He refuses to kill children or women who are unarmed and will try to merely disarm them or knock them unconscious if they pose a danger to loved ones.

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

Conall Cassidy

Name: Conall Cassidy

Race/Faction: Kingdom

Age: 26

Description: Conall stands at a staggering 6’5 with 250 pounds of muscle, the kind only obtained from years of battle and training. He has mid length red hair which is cut short on the side and left to grow on top. He carries a short beard that is crept close to his face. He has palish skin that reflects his birth in the north were bright sunny days are scarce. Pale blue eyes that have seen the horrors of this world and that are filled with grief and regret. Always ready for a fight Conall always carries his two custom made war axes whose blades are engraved with family and tribal markings gifted to him by his father on his belt. Should he ever enter a planned battle Conall adornes green war paint with one vertical line above his right eye and two below the eye. When not training or helping other around him Conall wears more decorative clothes which are most always green.

"Class": Berserker

Motivation: Conall is always looking for a good fight and a new ways to challenge his limits so when the time comes he will never let those he loves die again. How these come about he cares not, while he admires them as foes in battle ultimately their lives mean nothing in his book just obstacles in the way of protecting his loved ones.

History:
Conall grew up in small Celtic village to the far north known as Mac Tire “The Wolf”. His father being chief of this land was taught how to be strong courageous and most of all how to protect what you held dear. He took these lessons to heart and aspired to be the kind of man his father had become. He worked tirelessly to perfect himself become a remarkable warrior and man that could lead his people to success.

At the age of 16 Conall accompany his tribe into battle where he would get his first taste of battle. While some of the boys took some time to grow accustomed to the reek of battle and sounds of falling men Conall reveled in it. Following his father's lessons he threw himself into the thick of the battle showing no mercy to his foes and making sure to protect his men. Because of his selflessness and ferocity in battle he was given the title of berserker and hero of their village.

However with all gain comes loss and none know this better than Conall. Not long after this great battle was Conall used as a pawn in a much larger game. An evil witch who had hated his people with all her heart had decided to use him to exact her revenge. The witch used her magic to cloud his mind and fill him with a rage towards his father that could only be quelled with blood. It was on the very hill where he was given his war axes that he struck down both his father and his brother. Upon his father's loss of life Conall broke free from the spell and bore witness to the atrocity he had just committed.

Feeling lost and responsible for the loss of his father and brother he wandered the wilderness aimlessly searching for a purpose in his now miserable life or possibly an end to it. It was in these darkest times that he was given a light in the blizzard. One of the King's closest men had been sent to retrieve Conall. Upon his meeting with the King Conall learned of the deals his tribe had made with the King. In return for “dealing with” the kings more undesirable and rebellious cities the king promised to keep his armies at bay. After learning this the king offered Conall a purpose in life, to serve him as not just a member of the vanguard but his his own personal attack dog.

Strengths:
Superb Warrior: while he doesn't claim to have the best form of a fighter Collan is not easily defeated whether it be in the confusion of a battlefield or in a one on one engagement.
Resourceful: His long time spent in the wilderness has taught him how to be a proper trader and hunter of all things
Ruthless in battle: Conall living up to his title fights with a ferocity that is rarely found in men and isn't afraid to fight dirty in order to win, because after all it only matters if you won not how.
Protective: Collan would rather take the arrow himself then see a comrade fall in battle
Brawler: Evan before he was trained with a weapon Conall was trained in unarmed combat using his often superior size, weight, and strength to push his opponents around.

Weakness:
Constantly drinks: While never to the point of a belligerent Conall drinks mostly to numb the pain of his past
Loves a good fight: conall often gets lost in his fights enjoying it far more than he should. This can at times lead him to look for fights to fill the void between battles.
Closed off: because of his troubled past Conall rarely opens up to people in a meaningful way but those he does can be sure that they are now his family.
Loyal to a fault: Conall is often times blindly loyal to the king and those he cares about
Berserker rage: Not all of the magic in Conall has left giveing him the ability to give into the rage on will becomeing almost unstoppable. However upon doing this Conall looses all control of his actions and is unable to see friend from foe. The only way he can come out of it is if he has become exhausted or is out of people to to fight



What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Conall absolutely despises treachery and cowardness. It would take a great deal of explanation to to convince him otherwise.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Because of his background as a barbarian raider, the chief's son no less, and the fact is is just joining in this time of treachery within the kingdom causes many to not trust him.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is a strong warrior who would gladly die for his people and will always put his people above him.

writing example

Two Days before meeting with the king at the end of back story
“What’s his problem” asked one of the patrons while pointing at a large man sitting at the end of the bar.
“That would be Conall” replied the bartender “he always does this after a battle.”
Conall continued to stare at his bottle of ale wondering as he always did. It wasn’t that he hated battle, quite the contrary in fact, he revealed in it loving every minute of it. It was more so that he longed for the times when his battles meant something. To long had it been since the days when Conall has fought in the large chaotic battles with his father. Maybe he coul-

“Hey you over there with the stupid makeup on your face.” Drunkenly yelled one of the three men sitting at the bar. “Why do you look so sad? Not man enough to kill in battle and deal with it?” “the most pathetic excuse for a raider I have ever se-”.

The last of his statement never left his mouth as a bottle shattered against his temple. The other two men looked to where the bottle for were it could have come from and saw Conall standing with a look of pure rage. Without a word he quickly moved to meet them ready to fight. In their drunken stupidity they had lacked to noticed the sheer size of Conall in comparison to themselves. He easily cleared them by a foot at the least and clearly outmatched them in strength. Not wasting a second Conall head butted the first man followed by throwing him over a table to their left. The second man had at least enough wits about him to throw a large hook at Conall, which Conall easily dodged and was rewarded with a large boot to his stomach sending him into the wall. A swift punch to the ribs and one to the jaw was all it took for conall to knock him down.

“Let that be a lesson to ye. Never disrespect my people again or it’ll be your last.” turning he set his sights on the man who had been thrown aside earlier now holding out a sword. “I will give you this one chance” stated Conall through his teeth already gripping his axes in anticipation “put down the wepon and take your mates drunken arses out of here or i'll have to kill ya.” Conall just shook is head as the man rushed at him “why do they always think a weapon will help at all.” The man slashed downward hoping to catch Conall off guard. Conall simple side stepped and caught the sword in his axe stopping the man and causing them to be side by side. From here Conall placed a hard kick into the man's knee shattering it intanly. This would be the last thing the man felt as not a second after having his knee broken did Conalls axe relive his head from his body.

“My my you certainly know how to handle yourself in a fight in see. He certainly is good at finding the interesting ones.”

“And who might you be?” Conall asked in a tone that showed he was not in the mood for a conversation.

“Am I simple a messenger sent to retrieve you. You’re in no danger I assure you. Just a simple meeting that could help give you some purpose back into your life.” applying emphasis on the word purpose as if he knew that was what Conall need most at that moment. “Well you coming?” He said beginning to leave.

“ I am sorry about the mess here is for the damages.” Conall replied giving the bartender his last couple gold and heading out with the strange man..