Name: Xyercies
Age: 32
Side (Breton or Viking): Viking
Class: Berserker/Cavalry
Hair style and color: Red, pigtalied beard
Eye color: Bright orange
Recognizable features (tattoos, scars, etc.): Thre pronged helmet
Clothing: as seen in picture
Bio: Given A Cavalry Group by their father, one of the leading generals Xyercies and his brother Beriek Go through the woodlands fighting a lonely war withe bandits and other breton Cavalry groups.
Character:See Picture Below
Spells (if spellcaster, no more than 5):
Weapons (within limitations of the class): Great Sword, Short Sword, Small Axe.
Username: Xyercies Ragnar
Name: Beriek
Age: 31
Side (Breton or Viking): Viking
Class: Berserker/Cavalry
Hair style and color: red, braided beard
Eye color: Bright orange
Recognizable features (tattoos, scars, etc.): Three Pronged Helmet, red and brown shield
Clothing: as seen in picture
Bio: Given A Cavalry Group by their father, one of the leading generals Xyercies and his brother Beriek Go through the woodlands fighting a lonely war withe bandits and other breton Cavalry groups.
Character: See Picture Above
Spells (if spellcaster, no more than 5):
Weapons (within limitations of the class): Great Sword, Short Sword Small Axe, Shield.
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Roleplay Sample:
Sorce: Legions of Valhalla; a Viking based rp with a little magic
Page: 30
" "My lord..." Xyercies felt a proding on his back. It was a very annoying pain, he slapped at it and it went away. He smiled slightly and burried his head back into his wolfs fur.
"My lord..." This time it was a much stronger. He looked around to see what was disturbing his groggy slumber. A soldier standing in his furs with a stick in his hand, at the edge of the tent was poking him.
"its time to leave lord." Xyercies stared at the soldier for a while then got up, grumbling his dissaproval of being woken so early.
"verfluchte Zeitpläne, sollten nicht angeboten haben, dieses früh zu gehen."(damn schedules, shouldn't have offered to leave this early.) With his boots tied on firmly he got up to be rewarded with a staggering sensation. He'd over done his drinking again last night. HE'd won though. Not a man could out drink him. Even his brother who guzzled mead like it was water couldn't out do him.
After catching his balance, he waved the man away and ordered his horse be fetched. Pushing aside the tent flap he stepped into the morning dawn. He stared at teh rising sun which looked like a egg yoke on the horizon. Looked up into the sky to see the vestages off the night fading into day time.
"ah, Oden, why did you fate me to wake this early. He mumbled and walked towards a water trof. He plunged his head into teh murky water and swalled a few gulps to clear his head of the grogginess.
When he emerged he found himself facing a round, red face.
"Morning, brother!" Beriek said in a loud joyful voice. Xyercies winced from the loud sound. *How he can be not as groggy as i i'll never know* he thought.
"Morning Beriek, are the pukes ready? Beriek smiled. His brother very grandly calle dhis men "pukes", yet it was known through-out the army that if one of his men was killed in a battle he would not stop untill twenty of the enemy were dead for that one man. His men loved him, valued his freindship and would die for him if need be.
"Yes brother they are. The king came to see us off an hour ago."
"Did he?" Xyercies sighed,
"That pompus old fool will do anythgin to get under my skin won't he." Beriek didn't answer, he knew from experience that when his brother heard mention of the king he wasn't a very happy berserker.
"Yes, brother but he was jsut checkign to see if one of his men was over here. Apprently we had yet another deserter last night. i told him if we see him we'll deadl with the gnarling.' Xyercies blinked then nodded in agreement.
"Very good. Ah heres my horse. How ar eyou my beauty." A Black stallion with w a white star on its forhead was being lead toward the two men. The horse whinned loudly and hoofed the ground nervously.
"Get the men ready brother, i was to ride within the half hour." *at last some fun* Beirek Smiled,
"yes brother" Ten minuets later, Seventy men rode out of the viking encampments on their horses, festuned with wepons, trailing a plume of dust behind them.
They were off to war. "
