BJORNER, thorkich {Novello}

[THORKICH BJORNER]

Thorkich

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of the Magical Realm. [/color]

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CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]

»»FULL NAME:[/b] Thorkich Bjorner
»»AGE:[/b] 198
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Wanderer
»»FACTION:[/b] Magical Realm
»»SPECIES : [/b] Hill Giant
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Mostly Neutral


»»ABILITY: [/b]Super Strength
- - -Strength: Being mythical, he is super strong.
- - -Drawbacks: He is also a Angry Som' Bitch



THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]

»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Rust
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Black
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 17'1/6'11
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Sean Bean
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]

Appearances have never been a big concern for Thorkich, enjoying simpler, sturdy, clothing. When in his more human sized form, even if he is a few heads taller, he wears patched, slightly baggy, grey trousers. Nothing too loose, but everybody needs a bit of movin' room. As for the rest of him, he chooses a white cotton long-sleeved shirt, with a simple black vest over it. For footwear, he sticks with work-boots, straight black and steel toed. He's also never without his pair of goggles. After so long in the tunnels, his eyes have grown sensetive to light. Any sudden bright lights would blind him for at least a minute. And a giant's nothing without his sight.

goggles in question- http://3.bp.blogspot.c om/_kM7t6IwmQlQ/R7ud.../goggles+ii.jpg

When he returns to his original stature, he can be found reverting back to his more natural wears, furs and tanned leather. A long loin cloth of leather lined with light coloured furs, and strips of fur wrapped around his forearms and shins, a bracelet made out of human femurs dangling around his left wrist. His dark hair grows into a mangled length of black, his shoulders and arms expand a bit, just out of proportion, and most of his teeth grow into sharp fangs.

All the while, it hangs around his neck. A shining golden skull, hanging by a leather string. Runes, carvings, and symbols of all creeds cover every centimeter of its surface. It's smiling visage like something out of a mauseleum. This was the object that let him grow and shrink. This gift, this trinket, this Skull of Gezn.

comparison pictures-
giant size- fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010 /216...Thembones77.jpg
human size- 4.bp.blogsp ot.com/_kK2QxSiL4ZM/SLIH...anStevens03.jpg

»»PERSONALITY: [/b]

Thorkich has always been the stronger one of his family, being the oldest of three brothers helps. He's faced many hardships, from the local wars between clans, when he and his family were forced underground. He could even take the loss of his family and most of his species. But his inner self broke after the hunting incident.

Now he is an empty shell, and the only fire in his gullet left is that of rage. He now loses himself, and therefore finds solace, in his fighting and drinking of heavy spirits. In his case, this would be pink lemonade, strangely enough. His family would never approve of his most recent actions, and he knows it, and it pains him even more deeply. Any kind of mention of his family will drive him to more depraved acts of violence, and there by becoming his greatest weakness. His eyes are still his natural weaknesses, but he has taken to wearing an old pair of human safety goggles, made for riding motorcycles.

Thorkich, thanks to his new found attitude, can be less the cordial. He's even taken to pointing out the mistakes of his lord, Prince Nuada. He's blunt to a fault, and takes slight enjoyment out of the reactions from his fellow mortals. He's known for small acts of kindness, sparing a random human in a massacre, a random compliment here and there. You just never know with the guy.

Fears, Thorkich fears nothing in his reckless self-hatred, he throws everything he has at anything that faces him. He just happens to make it out on top most times.

The only company he truly enjoys anymore is the company of Animals and Goblins, their quirks making him rumble with laughter.



THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]

»»FAMILY TREE:[/b]
Thorffin- Grandfather, desceased
Erdain- Father, desceased
Ylfa- Mother, desceased
Fafnire- Brother, desceased
Logmar- Brother, Unknown
Ormr- Bother, Unknown

»»IDOLS:[/b]
Grimmnaer The Hundred Handed- The death god for all giants, he sits at the center of the earth. Using fifty of his hands to turn the earth while using the other fifty to pull the recently desceased down with him. He is a lonely god, so to bring himself company, he takes those whose lives have been spent.

Askeladd of the Mountain- God of the earth, leader of the giant pantheon. It is his back that the planet rests on, and it's his sweat that fills the oceans.

Grekitch The Fury- Goddess of heat, the hearth, fire, magma, all things that generate heat. She's also the mother of all Giants great strength, anger, and passion. She has a weakness for children, and offers a spark of her heat to each new born Giant babe.



»»HISTORY: [/b]

Born into a large clan of Hill Giants down in the rolling hills of Wales, Thorkich and his family was a happy one, at least for a few decades. Another giant clan had grown in the deepest parts of the mountains, and had come to take the Bjorner lands for themselves. This other group of giants had been a different subspecies, the mountain giants. They were much stupider, and multiplied like rabbits. They were a ruthless group of savages, cannabalistic as they were human predators.

Fifty years of war between the Giant clans had ravaged the island almost beyond repair. The Bjorners had been fighting to protect the human tribes, but the humans had grown to despise the whole species. They began hunting down the Bjorners as well as the mountain giants. They used the same tactics that the clan had taught them to defend their villages.

Now Thorkich and his clan were being assailed on two fronts, and losing quickly. There were less and less young Giants to take up their fathers mantle as warriors. So much so, that eventually it dwindled down to Thorkich, two of his brothers, and his mother. And what was worse, the humans had driven off the opposing tribe and were now coming in for the kill. They were going to end the Bjorners.

Just as the humans surrounded the home of the Giants, an earthquake ripped through the ground, great fissures opening and closing all over the island. The family was swallowed up into the darkness. Thorkich can't recall what happened after, just him waking up at the bottom of a massive tunnel system, with the corpses of one of his brothers and mother laying around him. The other two brothers were strangely enough, gone. But there were more pressing matters at hand. He buried his family, and stayed for many years in the caves. He couldn't bring himself to leave their grave sites. They were the last of his kind, at least that he knew of.

After ten years of sitting and mourning in the tunnels, he decided that he'd have no more. He set out through the tunnels, start fresh somewhere new, and seek out more of his kind. If there were any to be found. He hadn't even made it out of the tunnels before he stumbled into an underground forge full of goblins. Initially, they were frightened out of their little green gourds. But the giant was calm, surprisingly enough, and didn't even try to eat them.

Soon enough, Thorkich set up a small home near the entrance to their forge, and each day would watch them work, bashing away at a rough piece of metal to create something beautiful.

After almost taking a particularly nasty spill into the molten scrap heap, Gezn, the head-smithy, was saved. By the resident giant of all things. In return, he and his fellows crafted a brilliant gold skull, about the size of a human one. As pretty as it was, the giant had no use for it. What would he do with something so small?? They placed in his palm, and looked on in ernest. He asked what they were waiting for, and in unison, the workers exclaimed USE IT! USE YOUR WORDS! The giant was taken aback, but cautiously put his index finger to it, and just said the first thing that came to mind. "Lágr Harl Thorkich Magr." The words rang through the caverns, ominously.

Almost immediately, his skin began to ripple from his hand, like a disturbed pond, spreading to the rest of his body. Black text, symbols of all kinds, all etched onto the skull with care, were crawling up his arm, wrapping around ever inch of skin. They began winding tighter and tighter, like some kind of possessed rope, forcing his body into a smaller and smaller space. In about fifteen seconds time, he had seemingly turned into a seven foot human!! The symbols had faded, but still lingered on his skin, like scars faded over many years.

Years passed, almost a whole ten years. He had trained with smaller body, simply smashing people aside wouldn't cut it if he used this form. He was also forced to work in the forge as well. If he was to live with the goblins then he'd have to work. But he enjoyed it all the same. He had found that he had retained a fraction of his strength, endurance and stamina, it was still many times greater then most humans. He even took up learning some martial skills under an adventurous Goblin named Voyur.


After quite some time in the tunnels, and with the help of his gift, Thorkich had thoroughly learned the ins and outs of the forge. He found the heat of the metal, the sound of the hammer striking, all comforting after so long. But it was time to move out again. It wasn't so much knowing, but the feeling in his bones. He said his salutations, took along some supplies and pilphered human clothes, and trudged on.


The tunnels took him all over the world, from China to the USA, and back to his homeland of Wales. Taking in all the devestation from humans, Thorkich only grew more hateful of the hairless apes. He had thought of reestablishing his clan home, but he decided against it. He couldn't sit around the area where his family was slowly but surely slaughtered. Soon after, he found himself right in the middle of Canada, where the great rocky hills were numerous, and the area was uninhabitated. This place... He could enjoy living here. He even made friends with the local wildlife, particularly a young brown bear, whom he called Bjarne.

Occasionally humans stumbled into his territory, hunters or groups of loggers. But he had always scared them away, coming in with the morning mist in his natural size. Bellowing a low roar usually scared them off, tossing around a few of their vehicles did the trick if that hadn't worked. He's staked out quite a few miles in the wilderness. He's happy enough there, He doesn't want to admit it, but he wishes he had a chance to take back the forests. Humans didn't deserve even a portion of what they had. But no one would give him that chance...would they?

THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]

»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Novello
»»GENDER:[/b] Male
»»AGE:[/b] 20
»»TITLE:[/b] Of the Blindwater

»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]

This is from a His Dark Materials roleplay, just explaining the talking spider bit. Thirty meters. Thirty meters he fell. From his own balloon at that. His arms were even tied, and a ballast was tied to his feet.

Greedy little... Throwing me out of my own aircraft just for forty percent more!! Wasn't even that big of a score... So maybe he just wanted my balloon? ...Naah! That things too beat up anyways, I hope it breaks down and kills him. He better throw down my guns though.

"I HOPE YOU CHOKE YOU GREEDY WHORESON FU-" He screamed, the whole river probably hearing him. Tholomew was cut off as he hit the Thames, a resounding SLAP accompanying the now sinking man. His daemon, Tyr, who had taken a smooth ride on his chest, had already leapt off to land relatively safe on an old milk crate, bobbing up and down in the river.

Hope ya live.

Yeah, thanks for your help Tyr.

I'm a spider, you expect me to help out much?

... Dammit, she had a point.

"Here's your junk, Tholo! Not like you're gonna need it!!" His now former partner barked out from the safety of the aircraft, opening the small door on its starboard side and nudged out a burlap sack. Said sack, full of weaponry, his digeridoo, and a small leather purse full of gold coins, tumbled through the air and also gave out a 'Thwump-ishhh' sound when it hit the water.

The river rushed and swirled around the now sinking man, and something strange happened. What should be a desperate plea on his face, was a confident smirk. He worked opened his belt buckle, slid out the small knife residing within it, squirmed around awkwardly to get at his ankles, and started his work against the ropes, his wrists could wait. Sinking was, after all, the biggest problem.

[THE STAFF]