09-25-2021, 06:02 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.2;font-size:9pt;"]"There," He broke the silence they had shared. "Look, Kismet," He turned to look back at the girl he travelled alongside, half in disbelief / half in relief.
It was real.
The rumors told him of a lodge in the mountains, sturdy and unfaltering through the years, with residents nearly as capable and weathered as the mountainside itself. He had told Kismet of this, though part of him wondered if it was nonsensical to dream of such a place. But when he spoke of the resort, of a home, Kismet's eyes had lit up a golden brown. For them both, Sköll had made himself hope, made himself trust his own words. They would go on to cross roaring rivers, hike dangerous terrain, and struggle to keep warm during the freezing nights. There were times he was not sure if the girl he had found crying in the woods would make it through, but he had learned to bite his tongue- for her will to survive seemed to burn brighter than his own at times. Sköll believed himself having rescued the girl from eventual death in this world, but truth was, he likely could not have made the journey without her. Where he grew impatient and frustrated, she pushed past with a vision of her own. Where she hunted and gathered, he skinned and shared the warmth of a stew. Where one faltered, the other offered a steady hand.
But the shivering nights, the raw palms, the exhaustion- it was all worth it if it meant sturdy walls around them and a sense of security. Sköll was tired of looking over his shoulder, of staring into the woods, of trying to figure out if the figure on the horizon was his weary mind or a threat. Neither of them had a home to return to, a place to depend on. This could be that. This really could be something good.
For now, though, the sight of the lodge's pointed roof was enough to keep him going. "We can rest soon." He had pushed further today- the sun was setting, darkness creeping through the sky. Usually the two would be setting up camp for the night at this time, but Sköll had seen smoke just over the crest, and had urged them on.
Despite Sköll's nature, this journey had forced him into a role he usually did not take up. He had found Kismet crying in the woods, mourning the loss of a rabbit she had hunted for her own survival. Sköll had not come across such softness in a long time. The new world quickly made bones of people like her. People like her ended up like people like him- and he would not let another fall under the heel of the monsters that roamed nowadays- not like he had, not like Hati had, not like Katya had. So Sköll had hushed the anger that seared his insides, had remembered those faces, and had decided to ensure her own wellbeing for as long as he could. Someone had to. She was crying over a rabbit, for fuck's sake.
He was not perfect. He would snap at her when he lost his patience and held her at an arm's length the entirety of the trip. He would not shield her from the gore as he ripped apart the animals she had just grieved. He would tear open the throats of bandits with a dull blade and tell her flatly to move on as she saw the blood spray from in between his hands. But where he was not perfect, he fulfilled his duty. He would ensure she ate all that he poured in her bowl. He would push her behind cover before dealing with whatever threat arose. He would keep the fire burning and shed his own coat when she shivered in her sleep. He would not pretend to be an angel, but even demons could serve those in need.
"Hey!" He shouted, advancing swiftly up the crest. "Anyone out?"
[spoiler=TAGS ? UPDATED 9/23]? PINTEREST BOARD && SPOTIFY PLAYLIST ?
BASICS ⤛ I WENT TO HELL & THE DEVIL SAID
✟ sköll [redacted] && surname no longer claimed as he wishes to have no ties to his family
✟ male && he/him
✟ twenty years && december eighteenth [ sagittarius ]
✟ new member of flintlock lodge
PHYSICAL ⤛ WELCOME BACK, GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN
✟ physical health && 90% [ scrapes and minor cuts currently healing ]
✟ carries with him a backpack with his belongings, sentimental items including: an old walkman, casette tapes, a hefty book of myths his mother owned
✟ also carries a baseball bat that hands by one of his beltloops, two knives on the sides of his pack, and a few carts of handgun ammunition in his pack
APPEARANCE ⤛ AND I NEVER EVEN HAD A CHANCE
✟ half korean ; curly, dark brown hair ; dark hazel eyes ; slim, muscular physique ; six foot one ; just over one hundred eighty pounds
✟ heavily tattooed with self-done stick and pokes, mostly cover his body
✟ wears anything comfortable ; often in neutral oversized hoodies/sweatshirts or t-shirts ; straight leg jeans in dark colors ; combat/work boots
PERSONALITY ⤛ TO BE MYSELF, BUT TODAY
✟ impolite, often offensive ; usually teases groupmates ; easy to pick a fight with / rile up ; general asshole kid ; protective of children ; selfish with his own collected goods ; enjoys domestic chores ; laid back when he is not given reason to be otherwise ; dislikes anyone with traits akin to his abusers ; especially distrusts older adults
✟ experiences hallucinations when under stress / fear ; severe issues with authority ; attachment issues once bonded
✟ triggers include being called "son," "boy," or "dog." formerly severely abused by people who would command him like a dog and refer to him as one. being told anything similar to this will cause sköll to flip out and become unstable / dangerous.
RELATIONSHIPS ⤛ IS THE DAY
✟ edda rainson x unknown && parents - deceased / unknown
✟ hati rainson && sister - deceased at sixteen
✟ pansexual, monogamous ; no romantic interest
INTERACTIONS ⤛ I'M GONNA GIVE HELL
✟ medium mentally | extreme physically | little regard for his own life ; will not stay down
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ easy-medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ extreme] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
✟ non-violent power play allowed
✟ will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
✟ do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (eskie)
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It was real.
The rumors told him of a lodge in the mountains, sturdy and unfaltering through the years, with residents nearly as capable and weathered as the mountainside itself. He had told Kismet of this, though part of him wondered if it was nonsensical to dream of such a place. But when he spoke of the resort, of a home, Kismet's eyes had lit up a golden brown. For them both, Sköll had made himself hope, made himself trust his own words. They would go on to cross roaring rivers, hike dangerous terrain, and struggle to keep warm during the freezing nights. There were times he was not sure if the girl he had found crying in the woods would make it through, but he had learned to bite his tongue- for her will to survive seemed to burn brighter than his own at times. Sköll believed himself having rescued the girl from eventual death in this world, but truth was, he likely could not have made the journey without her. Where he grew impatient and frustrated, she pushed past with a vision of her own. Where she hunted and gathered, he skinned and shared the warmth of a stew. Where one faltered, the other offered a steady hand.
But the shivering nights, the raw palms, the exhaustion- it was all worth it if it meant sturdy walls around them and a sense of security. Sköll was tired of looking over his shoulder, of staring into the woods, of trying to figure out if the figure on the horizon was his weary mind or a threat. Neither of them had a home to return to, a place to depend on. This could be that. This really could be something good.
For now, though, the sight of the lodge's pointed roof was enough to keep him going. "We can rest soon." He had pushed further today- the sun was setting, darkness creeping through the sky. Usually the two would be setting up camp for the night at this time, but Sköll had seen smoke just over the crest, and had urged them on.
Despite Sköll's nature, this journey had forced him into a role he usually did not take up. He had found Kismet crying in the woods, mourning the loss of a rabbit she had hunted for her own survival. Sköll had not come across such softness in a long time. The new world quickly made bones of people like her. People like her ended up like people like him- and he would not let another fall under the heel of the monsters that roamed nowadays- not like he had, not like Hati had, not like Katya had. So Sköll had hushed the anger that seared his insides, had remembered those faces, and had decided to ensure her own wellbeing for as long as he could. Someone had to. She was crying over a rabbit, for fuck's sake.
He was not perfect. He would snap at her when he lost his patience and held her at an arm's length the entirety of the trip. He would not shield her from the gore as he ripped apart the animals she had just grieved. He would tear open the throats of bandits with a dull blade and tell her flatly to move on as she saw the blood spray from in between his hands. But where he was not perfect, he fulfilled his duty. He would ensure she ate all that he poured in her bowl. He would push her behind cover before dealing with whatever threat arose. He would keep the fire burning and shed his own coat when she shivered in her sleep. He would not pretend to be an angel, but even demons could serve those in need.
"Hey!" He shouted, advancing swiftly up the crest. "Anyone out?"
[spoiler=TAGS ? UPDATED 9/23]? PINTEREST BOARD && SPOTIFY PLAYLIST ?
BASICS ⤛ I WENT TO HELL & THE DEVIL SAID
✟ sköll [redacted] && surname no longer claimed as he wishes to have no ties to his family
✟ male && he/him
✟ twenty years && december eighteenth [ sagittarius ]
✟ new member of flintlock lodge
PHYSICAL ⤛ WELCOME BACK, GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN
✟ physical health && 90% [ scrapes and minor cuts currently healing ]
✟ carries with him a backpack with his belongings, sentimental items including: an old walkman, casette tapes, a hefty book of myths his mother owned
✟ also carries a baseball bat that hands by one of his beltloops, two knives on the sides of his pack, and a few carts of handgun ammunition in his pack
APPEARANCE ⤛ AND I NEVER EVEN HAD A CHANCE
✟ half korean ; curly, dark brown hair ; dark hazel eyes ; slim, muscular physique ; six foot one ; just over one hundred eighty pounds
✟ heavily tattooed with self-done stick and pokes, mostly cover his body
✟ wears anything comfortable ; often in neutral oversized hoodies/sweatshirts or t-shirts ; straight leg jeans in dark colors ; combat/work boots
PERSONALITY ⤛ TO BE MYSELF, BUT TODAY
✟ impolite, often offensive ; usually teases groupmates ; easy to pick a fight with / rile up ; general asshole kid ; protective of children ; selfish with his own collected goods ; enjoys domestic chores ; laid back when he is not given reason to be otherwise ; dislikes anyone with traits akin to his abusers ; especially distrusts older adults
✟ experiences hallucinations when under stress / fear ; severe issues with authority ; attachment issues once bonded
✟ triggers include being called "son," "boy," or "dog." formerly severely abused by people who would command him like a dog and refer to him as one. being told anything similar to this will cause sköll to flip out and become unstable / dangerous.
RELATIONSHIPS ⤛ IS THE DAY
✟ edda rainson x unknown && parents - deceased / unknown
✟ hati rainson && sister - deceased at sixteen
✟ pansexual, monogamous ; no romantic interest
INTERACTIONS ⤛ I'M GONNA GIVE HELL
✟ medium mentally | extreme physically | little regard for his own life ; will not stay down
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ easy-medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ extreme] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
✟ non-violent power play allowed
✟ will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
✟ do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (eskie)
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