Post by ULF ASGRIM on Sept 5, 2011 13:15:06 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
ULF ASGRIM*
Ulf Asgrim is not a handsome man to look at. He is almost never shaved, he is often dirty from his work, his hair is long, his face has burn marks and most importantly: he has a big scar on the left side of his face; going through his forehead, past his eye and down to his cheek. It was a scar he got from removing newly hatched dragons from their mother. That scar is an example of even young orcs can be dangerous. His face is very weather bit; he has wrinkles around his deep green eyes that are always a bit distant to look at. It is not hard to see that the man’s job is hard and demanding. He is very tall to look at, but that is just his charisma that makes him taller, he has actually an average height. His hands are rough and scared, since he has a rough work. His movements are agile – something he has learned through hard experience with escaping an orc’s dangerous fire. His nose is long and sharp and his eyes are small and almost half-closed (no idea why, but it really looks like that on the pictures). He may appear a bit like a tramp, but if you look closely you will notice that his clothes are far from the ones of a homeless. His appearance is very intimidating; mostly it is because of his rough look combined with his age. He has years and years of experience shown in his appearance. Many people would immediately realise that Ulf Asgrim is a man who can stand his ground.
Ulf’s clothes are very practical. They are wind resistant and are very well chosen weather wise. He is from Rohan and has therefore a weakness for woollen sweaters with different patterns (not judgemental or generalising towards any Rohirrim at all). Considering that he works with swords and battle, the man’s clothes need to be fire-resistant as well, and what better is to resist fires than dragon skin? So if he can get it, and if he can afford it, the man wears clothes made from dragon skin. But since they are very rare and are mostly used by people who have the same profession as him, he does not use those kind of clothes outside. He likes to wear leather though. Everything that is big and comfortable for him to move around in, is just perfect. During summer time he wears tunics held together by a belt around the waist. A little medieval, but also very practical. In that belt he has an axe (one-handed of course), two long daggers (he duel wields them) and a small but practical knife. The biggest characteristic about his spare time clothes is the fur around his shoulders when it is chilly. He has many cloaks looking like that. I copied this description from Baldur’s application because: like uncle like son.
There is a saying that winter children have a calm but cold and mysterious personality. That fits very well for Ulf. He was born the first of December – the first day of winter – on a beautiful morning where the snow fell silently outside and covered the ground in a milky white blanket. Ice covered the small lakes and the glacier had grown bigger during that time. Ulf’s personality is like the day he was born. He is calm and cold. People tend to either like him or dislike him. It is usually the people with warm and fiery personalities who feel repelled by him. He tend to annoy them a lot.
Ulf’s personality also shows that he is a very fearless person and his face shows that sometimes he acts irrationally. His bravery has sometimes made him blind and that had put him in a life threatening situation many times. Working with dragons you will need an agile body as well as an agile mind. You need to think quickly before you act, and in his younger days the man often forgot that. He was in a rush of glory and adventure, so he often got a bit too close to the orcs and gained himself some permanent scratches and burn marks. But despite of that, Ulf is considered very brave among his colleagues. Not only because he has a very dangerous profession, but also he does not hesitate with applying for the dangerous tasks his boss wants them to do with the threat from the orcs and the wild mountain people. He is also the first one to ask if they have an extraordinary situation where they need a fearless specialist to join in. He often enjoys the adrenaline rush he gets from being around the wild men and the aggressive orcs. Secretly, the man has learned to be brave because of the glory that comes afterwards. He loves to be the centre of the attention and what he enjoys the most, is to be admired by everyone, though he is very subtle about it.
In his younger days, Ulf really enjoyed duels. He never said no to a good fight and he slowly learned to get good at them. When he was in rohirrim school he always got detention from getting into fights with other students he did not like. But as he grew up, the man became calmer and he realised that fights never led to anything good. But if someone was threatening him or his family, that fighting spirit is not hidden far away and will show quickly for the opponent. He likes to appear protective, though it is hard to see. His looks makes him look more brutal than loving and he is very bad at showing how he really feels. His brutality is also shown in his masculine behaviour. He is very confident and patronizing – some people may say intimidating.
One of his biggest flaws is that he is very VERY stubborn. If he had put his mind on something, it is very hard to take it away from it. He does not stop until he gets what he wants, and he does not easily change his original point of view. The man is rather conservative when it comes to parental behaviour and political views. It is becoming a taboo to be that in the new millennium, but the man does not want to change his point of view. That stubborn behaviour often makes it hard for him to accept his own mistakes. He knows that no one is perfect, but he would rather see other people make mistakes than himself. He hates being wrong and he does everything to defend his honour and not to lose his face.
Ulf is a man who holds grudges, and he never forgets if someone has hurt him or the ones he cares about. He often seeks revenge and that is his second biggest flaw. The man is very bad at forgiveness and since he is not in good connection with his feelings, he gets often most hurt if someone hurt him psychically. He knows how to forgive, but he never wants to do it. He believes if a person makes one mistake, he can definitely do it again, so forgiving them is never the answer. Punishment can however help the person to learn what comes out of his mistake, and perhaps he will try to prevent from making it again – in fear from being punished. Ulf likes to be the one to punish people like that. He likes to be the one to teach them how to behave properly and show them that if they make a mistake like that, nothing good comes out of it.
That is another reason why he appears so brutal to some. There are many kids who are actually scared of him, but the man is rather friendly and open to people he has nothing against. He tends to be a bit distant some times and he acts coldly when he needs to. His looks also make him appear very mysterious and dark. It is not only his big scar on one side of the face that does it, but it is also his dressing style, his way of behaviour, his long hair, his deep voice and also the fact that he uses his own raven as a messenger instead of a dove. It may be mysterious to many people (especially kids), but those who know it; ravens are very intelligent birds (said to be more intelligent than owls) and training them to become messenger birds is not hard to do, though most people just tend to stay away from them because of their looks and their need for stealing shiny things. They are some tricky thieves indeed.
Ulf has a weak spot for loneliness. He tends to seek it out and that is a bad thing for a family dad. He sometimes needs some space and a place where he can be all alone just with the wind in his face and his own thoughts. Not even his beloved mistresses come with him on the trips he takes. Sadly, he tends to push people away when he is in need of loneliness and he can get grumpy and irritated at everything. Now that he lives away from Rohan and everyone else, it has been more acceptable to behave like that, but when he was younger, he really hurt them when he wanted to be alone. Ulf loves loneliness and he loves silence. He has never been fond of loud noises and big crowds. He often runs away from social groups.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is dan. i also play baldur asgrim. i happen to be male and i've blown out twenty-six candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just pm or e-mail me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be human and he/she hails from rohan. My final last words are edited by admin!
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His grey eyes looked up at his mother and sister who were sitting in front of the fireplace. The light reflected in both of their silvery blond hair as the older woman was combing through the locks of the younger one. She was sitting on the floor while her long hair was spread on the lap of her mother who was sitting behind her and slowly moving the comb through it as she gently tilted her head – watching her fingers work.
Baldur was sitting on the floor as well at one of the many fur blankets they had lying. His shoulders were covered in fur as well and on his lap was lying a heavy book about dragons. He was reading, but kept on being interrupted by the howling wind outside and the gentle hammer from the snowflakes that hit the window. It was winter now – mid winter. Right after his birthday, and it did not seem to want to leave. Their father was outside getting more firewood and when he opened the heavy wooden door to their small house, he stepped in as a snowman – covered in white snow from top to toe. Hew just needed a carrot as a nose then he would be complete. Though Baldur thought that his red nose did a good job already.
In an arm chair that usually was their father’s place, was sitting an old woman. She had the looks of Baldur and his father. Only her white hair was reflecting the light from the fire like his sister and mother’s did. This old woman was Baldur’s grandmother who had come to visit them. She was slowly closing her eyes and about her fall asleep when Brynja, Baldur’s younger sister opened her mouth and said with a light and melodic voice.
“It is a cold winter we have this year.” She commented as her green eyes glanced at the window.
The old grandmother opened her grey eyes and looked tired at her granddaughter. “Oh, my sweet summer child.” She said with a croaking and hoarse voice. “What do you know about cold? Cold was the winter when Baldur got born, when the snows fell a hundred feet deep.” She said as her eyes suddenly became distant. “You have nothing to fear now… We are still in the long-summer. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for cold and fear, my little girl, when the white wolves move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night… A winter like the one Baldur got born in that lasted a generation. Dragons froze to death in their lairs, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks.” She paused and looked at Brynja who had gotten silent and was now sitting and looking at the old lady. “This is not a cold winter.” Grandmother finished.
Baldur was sitting on the floor as well at one of the many fur blankets they had lying. His shoulders were covered in fur as well and on his lap was lying a heavy book about dragons. He was reading, but kept on being interrupted by the howling wind outside and the gentle hammer from the snowflakes that hit the window. It was winter now – mid winter. Right after his birthday, and it did not seem to want to leave. Their father was outside getting more firewood and when he opened the heavy wooden door to their small house, he stepped in as a snowman – covered in white snow from top to toe. Hew just needed a carrot as a nose then he would be complete. Though Baldur thought that his red nose did a good job already.
In an arm chair that usually was their father’s place, was sitting an old woman. She had the looks of Baldur and his father. Only her white hair was reflecting the light from the fire like his sister and mother’s did. This old woman was Baldur’s grandmother who had come to visit them. She was slowly closing her eyes and about her fall asleep when Brynja, Baldur’s younger sister opened her mouth and said with a light and melodic voice.
“It is a cold winter we have this year.” She commented as her green eyes glanced at the window.
The old grandmother opened her grey eyes and looked tired at her granddaughter. “Oh, my sweet summer child.” She said with a croaking and hoarse voice. “What do you know about cold? Cold was the winter when Baldur got born, when the snows fell a hundred feet deep.” She said as her eyes suddenly became distant. “You have nothing to fear now… We are still in the long-summer. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for cold and fear, my little girl, when the white wolves move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night… A winter like the one Baldur got born in that lasted a generation. Dragons froze to death in their lairs, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks.” She paused and looked at Brynja who had gotten silent and was now sitting and looking at the old lady. “This is not a cold winter.” Grandmother finished.
this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
