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[PTabbedContent][PTab=GENERAL INFORMATION] CHARACTER INFO: NAME: Fandral Egilson ALIAS: Fandral the Dashing AGE: Old OCCUPATION: Member of the Warrior Three MEMBER GROUP: Asgard POWERS AND ABILITIES: Superhuman strength/stamina/durability PLAYBY: Zachary Levi OOC INFO: PLAYER NAME: Sara AGE: 24 GENDER: Femme TIMEZONE: CST - 6 OTHER CHARACTERS: Pepper / Dum Dum [/PTab][PTab=PERSONNEL ASSESSMENT] PERSONALITY ASSESSMENT: LIKES: Swords: They are the poetry of the weapon world. A fine sword is like a fine woman, elegant, strong, compliments her partner well, and pleasing to look at. The Chase: Whether it be chasing after women or chasing after a villian he loves the strategizing and the pursuit. Then there is the feeling of triumph once the chase has been successful. It’s an addictive feeling. Chivalry: Fandral learned the Chivalric commandments at his father’s knee and has done his best to uphold them at all times. He has vowed to respect and defend all weakness / to love his homeland / to not recoil in the face of danger / Show enemies of the homeland no mercy / to perform the duties for the King as called upon / to remain true to his word / to be generous / and to always be the champion for what is right and good. Merry Making: A little bit of wine, some music, good food, and better friends is all that is needed for a good time. At least for Fandral. The great hall is generally where he can be found when he’s home from a mission. DISLIKES: Being shown up: Fandral is a show hound and the saying “Go big or go home” is something he take seriously. You never know when a beautiful maiden might be watching that he can impress. It annoys him so much when someone, purposely or accidentally, does something to show him up. Serious people: Life was meant to be enjoyed! That’s the reason why mead and revelries were created. Yes there are times to be serious but how can you possibly enjoy life when you don’t stop and take a moment to enjoy all the little things. Midgardian Technology: How does it even work? Do people really need that box that does nothing but turn itself off? What is the point? Also these “cars” have no disregard for people who are trying to walk. Quitters: What’s the point of starting something only to give up on it later? Fandral is a big believer in persistence. If you want something you have to work for it. Quitting is for people the weak and lazy. Men Without Beards: What true Norse warrior doesn’t have some form of facial hair? (Their esteemed prince aside of course). STRENGTHS: Doesn’t let others bring him down: Fandral is a is a little ball of sunshine and even when the odds are stacked up against him he refuses to accept defeat. Agility: Having studied swordsmanship from such a young age Fandral trained to be quick and graceful on his feet. Charm: Fandral is a sweet talker. He understands the power of words and enjoys arousing the admiration of those around him. Particularly the ladies he has his eyes on. WEAKNESSES: Impulsive: Fandral doesn’t always think before he rushes into action and sometimes that can have adverse consequences. Competitive: A little bit of competition can be healthy now and then but other times it can be taken a bit far. While he is a fairly laid back man he will sometimes go to extremes to prevent someone from showing him up. Loyal to a fault: At times Fandral can be blind to his friends Faults and will follow them even when he ought to take a step back. GOALS: Ultimately one day Fandral would like to settle down and start a family. He just hasn’t met the right woman yet. To wind up in a legend. The kind people tell to their children. What better way to be immortalized? FEARS: Winding up alone OVERALL PERSONALITY: An optimistic ball of sunshine, Fandral looks for the positive in everything and everyone. He loves to laugh and enjoy himself and takes pleasure in the small things in life. Despite his long lifespan he tries to live every day as if it was his last. Which considering his habit of jumping head first into a fight might be sooner rather than later. It also has the added benefit of anoying the ever gloomy Hogun . Fandral is a flirt. He’s a fan of flowery words and open admiration. And while he has had intermittent luck with the ladies, his reputation as a womanizer is vastly blown out of proportion. In his opinion anyways. However he has left behind a string of broken hearts. Once in a while he’ll find himself juggling multiple women at the same time and it’s then when he gets into the most trouble. Despite the notable amount of women he has gone out with Fandral is a hopeless romantic. Probably the best way to describe it is he is in love with being in love. The thrill of the courtship, the butterflies in the stomach, and the shared glances. He loves everything about it. However something always seems to go wrong and his relationships never seem to last very long. Fandral likes to think he’s a brave man. He’s not the sort to be put off by impossible odds. He has faced impossible odds in the past and came out alright, why would this time be any different? Because of this reasoning he often dragged his friends into dangerous and disadvantageous positions. And yet they keep making it out alive and, for the most part, intact. Which does nothing to deter him from throwing everyone into an equally dangerous situation down the line. He is a strong believer in doing the right thing no matter what. Even if the right thing includes putting aside his personal safety. But he was never planning on dying in his sleep, the only way to get to Valhalla after all is on the battle field. HISTORICAL OVERVIEW: BIRTHPLACE: Asgard RESIDENCE: Asgard PARENTS: Father Egil “The Honorable One” & Mother Belgin “The Pure” SIBLINGS: Teca & Hannia IMPORTANT RELATIVES: IMPORTANT PERSON: Volstagg and Hogun and together they are the Warriors Three. Others include Thor and Sif. All have played an important part in his life. OVERALL HISTORY: Fandral came into life just like many other babies had before him. His father was Egil - the Honorable One - and his mother was Belgin - the pure. The first few years of his life were magical, his parents doted on him and spoiled him as was his due. Then one day they came home with horrible news, he had a sister. Apparently one child wasn’t enough for his parents. The baby hadn’t even come to live with them yet and already it was stealing all of their attention. After what seemed like years Fandral was presented with his sister Teca, which meant “Golden Harvest”. His mother told him the chose the name because of his sister’s beautiful golden hair. Fandral had no idea where they’d gotten the idea that this ugly, appalling creature had golden hair, beautiful or otherwise. What little hair she did have as translucent and sparse. Two years later their family of four was now five, and Fandral had yet another sister Hannia - the Gracious. Fandral came from a Noble family. However it was a minor nobility, it didn’t come with a lofty title, nor any requirements to the crown. At least nothing other than that usual pledging of fidelity to the King and payment of Taxes. By the time Fandral was seven or so his parents decided to send him up to the castle for his education. This was normal for the children of Noble. The idea was that since these young boys were going to one day step into their father’s shoes they’d best start making connections early. What a better way to do so than forging lifelong friendships as children? It certainly didn’t hurt that the King’s two sons were around the same age as well. He learned many things during his fostering at the castle. In the morning he learned the art of sword fighting and horse riding, then as the day progressed it was on to more studious studies like history and maths. The sword fighting lessons were his favourite. There was so much grace and beauty in a well played out battle. A fighter had to be nimble and light on his feet; able to lunge and pivot at a moment’s notice. He had to not only watch his partner but also keep an eye on his surroundings for obstacles or reinforcements. Plus it wouldn’t do to not pay attention and find yourself backed into a corner. Then there was the strength; a fighter had to not only have strength in his arms (holding up a blade got heavy over time) but also in his legs. The fighter’s stance used muscles that weren’t actively exercised in other activities. It was glorious and he loved every moment of it. The more academic pursuits he could have done without. More often than not he found himself getting into trouble for daydreaming when he should be listening to the lecture or working out a particular problem. Then one day he was introduced to literature. A whole new world was open to him after that. There were the great epics that described battles from the days of old that excited his warrior’s heart and the smooth flowing poetry of true love that wooed the romantic in him. While he wasn’t a vivacious reader every so often he could be found pouring over some text. The older he got it was usually so he could memorize a sanza here and there. Turns out ladies loved a bit of fancy rhyme that compared them to a summer’s day. With every year that passed Fandral left more broke hearts in his wake. He enjoyed the company of the ladies but something was missing. Something was always missing. So after a few weeks or even months he would cut his losses and move on to the next one; always looking for something and never finding it. Probably because he wasn’t sure what exactly it was he was searching for. Teaming up with his childhood friends Hogun and Volstagg, he traveled the nine realms taking care of various threats that arrised. Or cleaning up the messes of visiting Asgards and sometimes being the one to create the issue in the first place. It was a good life. When they came back victorious there would be a grand feast in the Great Hall, and when things were less than sucessfully, well he could always find someone kiss his wounds better. But when you live for thousands of years you’re bound to make mistakes. After a particularly nasty misunderstanding (he swears that’s all it was) Odin thought it would be best for Fandral to remove himself from the situation and so he was banished to Midgard. Stripped of his sword the first thing he tried to do was replace his weapon but Midgardian swords did not quite hold up to his standards. Something about the metal was off and the swords all felt wrong in his hand. However he did quite enjoy using their bows. Fandral quite enjoyed his temporary exile. He found a home in the forest, put together a group of rather merry men, and with their help tried to protect the people from a corrupt government. His exile lasted for about a decade or so but time flies when you’re having fun, and before long Heimdall was fetching him back to Asgard. Fandral was glad to be back home and worked to keep his nose clean, at least at first. He’d missed the raid parties and the feasts. He’d missed hearing the stories of his friend’s exploits and their banter. But with time he found himself falling back into old patterns. Apparently even after expressing to both parties that this was nothing serious and everyone was able to see other people it still isn’t polite to take out the other’s twin. Even worse luck when they’re part Furie. Liking to think he’s a somewhat smart man, and not willing to lose his life over something as trivial as a family squabble, Fandral decided now would be a good time to visit some of the other realms and see what was going on. Besides he heard Midgard was nice this time of year... [/PTab][PTab=IMAGE] |
