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Name: Bjornson Gudrun
Nicknames: Highlander, Scotty, Quilty as charged.
Gender: HeteroSexual Male
Universe: Medieval Times, Historical Fiction, Scottish war of Independence. (OC)
Appearance:
Personality: A hearty, big hearted, and short tempered Scottish giant. When he's on a rampage lookout. The man's a heavyweight drinker (he could down enough beer to drown a village and still be sober enough to drive a car (even though he hasn't a clue of what that is.) He jokes even when in combat, his heart is pure but his temper needs work. He is honorable but emotions take him over very easily. He loves tall places that overlook land and enjoys the cold since he grew up in a cold climate. He is never afraid of much, not even if it’s unusual, in fact if it’s no mere man he welcomes the challenge. At times he can be more gentle, serious, and concerned for one’s health as it is easy for him to make friends, but he knows it is just as easy to lose them.
Backstory: (Buckle in this one is kinda wild.) During the times just before the Scottish rebellion or Scottish war of independence (The Highlander movie: Braveheart timeline) there began an alliance between the Highlander tribes and the Scandinavian/Norse tribes. Legends said that a man from distant lands would come to Scandinavia, receive the blessings of Odin, and wield a powerful sword that had been stuck in the mountains after being forged by the hammer of thor, that will crush the enemies of the coalition of the Barbaric Tribes. In order to honor this legend, the Highlander kings assembled willing women and shipped them over to the Scandinavian peninsula to find a suitor and breed with that suitor to attempt to create the legend. The Scottish women quickly found their men and fell in love with them but one resisted against most suitors, A fair maiden known as Hilda Ulrica, a fiery, well thinking, and strong willed woman who could not be persuaded to love any men who attempted to woo her. Finally, came the day she found her perfect suitor, his name was Ragnvald Gudrun, a well known, clever, and strong warrior of the tribes the Scottish maids were sent to. They immediately fell in love, not long after they vowed to each other, unlike most other couples who just got straight to business *Wink wink*.
After they were married, it was not long after they tried for a child, only to find that Hilda may have been barren. Their despair was indefinite until, one day whilst Hilda was tending to a garden and her husband skinning a fresh catch, Hilda felt a power overtake her, she began to feel strange, they went to see a shaman and he had said that Hilda bears a child, they were overjoyed but got even more excited when they heard he would be born strong, he would laugh, and as he would grow he would become legendary. They patiently awaited for their Child to arrive, finally the day had come.
When the child was delivered in home they could not hear crying, the couple became scarred but the baby began laughing, the mother and father were both confused but nonetheless relieved the child was fine. They named him, Bjornson, after his grandfather who had passed in battle. After a few years of growing, which were actually peaceful and not a hassle for the care of Bjornson, they took him to the Shaman once more in which the Shaman took Bjornson, sat him down and put a circle of powder around him. The Shaman then ignited the powder to see how he would react, Bjornson reacted very little, if anything he yawned due to the warmth and comfort it gave him. The Shaman put the fire out after a bit which Bjornson didn’t seem to mind, and sat him down on a wooden stool. The Shaman then began to recite sentences to see if there would be a word Bjornson would pick up on. The one that stuck was “dauðir”, the Scandinavian word for death or kill. The Shaman then told the two lovers that Bjornson would grow to be a warrior of great magnitude.
After a few more years, Ragnvald finally took Bjornson hunting with him, Bjornson had been training to hunt for a wild now with bow, axe, and sword. They started the trip to the hunting grounds as they always do, with prayers to the gods, a good hot meal, and preparing their equipment. After they got under way it was not long before they reached their destination, the sacred hunting grounds of thousands of generations. The game they were hunting was deer, elk, wolves, and/or bears. They wanted to stock up before winter came, and they intended to use every part of any of the beasts, meat, bone, pelt, and all. When Ragnvald and Bjornson were setting up their camp, a pack of wolves had attacked them. Ragnvald could hold his own but he knew that he couldn’t let them get Bjornson, who had readied himself with a double-handed axe. Ragnvald called Bjornson to run which Bjornson refused to leave his father behind, Ragnvald managed to kill 2 wolves before another one had pinned him, he then had to watch as his son took on two at once. Ragnvald winced as he saw one of the two wolves pounce at Bjornson only to hear metal cutting flash and a doggish whimper. He saw that one of the wolves laid dead, as he was getting the wolf on him he told his son to fight hard. Bjornson nodded to Ragnvald before continuously countering the wolf. It was not long before they had reached a small drop off and Bjornson fell backwards the wolf pouncing down after him. With a fury Ragnvald broke the neck of wolf who had pounced him, and ran towards the ledge, not before long he saw the wolf rising and yelled “I will kill you, your kingdom, and your legacy!” he yelled towards the wolf but in his positive surprise it was not the wolf coming back up it was Bjornson lifting it, who had called out, “Are you going to help me father or are you going to scream like a madman some more?” The two of them had a laugh before collecting the meat, bones, and pelts of the wolves and going back home.
As time had passed Bjornson had become larger and stronger, finally his mother had revealed to him why she, a scottish woman, was in the Scandinavian peninsula. Immediately he had went to the Shaman, begging him to tell him where he could find the mighty Sword. The Shaman knew of the legend well so he told Bjornson that only a pure hearted Scottish/scandinavian son could pull the Claymore from the mountain tops to the east of the village. Bjornson immediately went to the village rallying all scottish sons and saying, “My brothers we have been tasked with leading our comrades to victory, one of us will pull the sword from the mountain! We must prepare for this journey so bid farewell to your loved ones, gather your supplies, tents, and weapons, and let us sally forth for the greater good of our people!” The Scottish sons began chanting, beating drums, as they gathered their things, and in unison as soon as the formed a large file formation they yelled with their voices high in unison. They sang songs, made jokes, set up camp and played music, continued out, hunted together, crossed a large river, lost a few guys to a fight with some other tribesmen which the Scottish sons had fought viciously, Bjornson most notable., who were buried properly, continued their trek, and finally reached the base of the mountain. Each and every scottish son and traveled up the mountain, each one had tried their hand at pulling the sword, each one had failed. Finally all of their eyes were upon Bjornson, eyes pleading him to pull it to fulfil the quest. Bjornson gripped the sword handle with both hands, and yelled “dauðir!” before he pulled it from the mountain. The blade slid out smoothly for him, a lightning bolt had struck the swords blade and it lit up with a yellow flame, Bjornson focused and with his focus he had doused the yellow flame, he did it again and it brought back up, same happened again. All the Scottish men cheered, Bjornson laughed and sang with the men on their journey back. Finally when they had reached the town Bjornson had led them back in as he had led them out. He was embraced by his mother and his father, they had celebrated but Bjornson knew now that they had to return to Scotland to aid the Scottish. The Scottish sons and Bjornson had all made ready to leave the shore, it would be a long trip with no possible return, they said their last goodbyes, prayed to the Scandinavian gods and to the Scottish gods, and made ready to sally forth once more. They had trained constantly, Bjornson quickly settling into his Claymore fighting style, and other being ready to handle the claymores of the Highlanders. Upon reaching the shores of Scotland they were welcomed by their fellow full blooded Scotsmen. Bjornson immediately took to his first fight, rolling through enemies with rather quick yet heavy swings, using his body as a counter weight rather than trying to keep full control of the sword, he managed to pull out longer combinations of moves and attacks in battle, out pacing and out-predicting most British foot soldiers. His Greatest battle came when he held a bridge with only a handful of men (12) against a force of five hundred, The battle ended with 4 wounded and 2 dead for the Scots, and 85 dead and another 13 wounded for the British, on which the British retreated. It was a proud moments for Bjornson and he and the remaining few who held that bridge. He had once to fight an entire regiment on his own and this is where the powers he held came in handy, because of it he cut down waves of infantry, blocked arrows, and shot a sharp light (he didn’t know he could do that he just pointed towards the captain) which killed the captain, forcing the British to retreat once more.
Skills: Bjornson is a mix between a heavy and fast fighting style due to his thunderous calves, and strong arms, He usually starts the fight with his defensive fighting style which he can do by throwing his sword over his head and the swinging with his blade extended to the left or the right, this allows him to dodge and attack. His defensive style is slow but does the most damage, He is also full of adrenaline during each attack making some of his attack uninterruptible such as the really slow attacks that are easy to dodge. He can do crushing counters which is essentially him grabbing his hilt and a part of the blade, blocking an attack, and sliding his sword down another’s sword, axe, etc, cutting them along the abdomen before coming back with a pommel strike. He also has an offensive fighting style where he can engage straight into a Pommel strike, use his powers to make his blade negate blocks, get a little more hands on by kicking or grabbing and tossing an opponent down behind him, or unleashing a flurry of strikes.
+A good Mix-up fighter
+Very Skilled with a long blade
+Extremely strong
+Good Survivalist
+Very good at hand-to-hand
Powers: Bjornson himself does not have any powers, but it is his sword that his special, his sword is unbreakable and will remain sharp always. His sword contains a power which Bjornson has a good understanding of and can access these abilities whenever he needs them. This includes conjuring a fire from his blade, making a shield out of said fire, and being able to either stream fire from his sword like a flamethrower and shoot it like a ballista. He can also fly with his sword (That ability he does not know yet) and can conjure a lighting strike (which takes the longest to charge but does the most damage.)
Highlander’s Rage: Bjornson’s sword is encased in a bright yellowish flame which can generate light but also increase the damage that he can output. He can also slash and cause waves of fire to flow through the air for a good distance. Or have the fire spew from the sword like a flamethrower, or focus the fire into a ball which will go farther and faster but cover less area.
Vingthor’s mercy: An ability that allows Bjornson to shield himself or another person/people, within this shield he can heal himself or others as well whether it be open wounds, broken bone, poison, or a form of parasitic puppetry rather than telepathic.
Catching Jormundgandr: An ability where he can hold onto his sword and lead it like a torpedo through the air as if he was holding onto the serpent Jormundgandr.
Thor’s wrath: This is the longest charged attack and takes the most energy away for Bjornson, but the charge and cost is worth it. He conjures a storm by sending his fire into the sky then he holds his blade to the sky focusing the energy he sent to the sky down and finally a yellow lightning bolt pierces the sky and hits his blade, he points the blade down and the captured bolt fires towards the direction he pointed it towards as soon as he let’s it go.
Weaknesses: Bjornson is not very good at managing his stamina, his heaviest attacks also have a slow recovery, opening him up to any form of attacks. He is also susceptible to mortal wounds and if he loses his blade he loses his ability to perform at full capacity. His offensive form has flaws and creates openings and his defensive form is slow with certain heavies. His emotions can also launch him into doing something dumb and unplanned.
-Slow in Defensive form
-Only human (with a powerful sword but still.)
-Can die if bleeding out and not healing himself
-Too emotional
-His strongest attack leaves him open to any attack that is faster than it.
-He is unfamiliar with explosives and bullets
Equipment: Bjornson carries his heavy Claymore which is carried in a sheath on his barck or he justs lugs around with it resting on his right shoulder, he has a 8 inch Scandinavian dagger, he has a bag full of bandages, herbs, and a canteen. He carries with him a bread bag which is full of bread, meat, and a reinforced bottle of mead, and some needle and thread.
Quote: "HA! Either the gods favor us this day, or death is too afraid to take us!"
Theme:
Extra: (IF Samurai jack married one of Scotsman daughters, this would probably be the result. That is a joke.)
Nicknames: Highlander, Scotty, Quilty as charged.
Gender: HeteroSexual Male
Universe: Medieval Times, Historical Fiction, Scottish war of Independence. (OC)
Appearance:
Personality: A hearty, big hearted, and short tempered Scottish giant. When he's on a rampage lookout. The man's a heavyweight drinker (he could down enough beer to drown a village and still be sober enough to drive a car (even though he hasn't a clue of what that is.) He jokes even when in combat, his heart is pure but his temper needs work. He is honorable but emotions take him over very easily. He loves tall places that overlook land and enjoys the cold since he grew up in a cold climate. He is never afraid of much, not even if it’s unusual, in fact if it’s no mere man he welcomes the challenge. At times he can be more gentle, serious, and concerned for one’s health as it is easy for him to make friends, but he knows it is just as easy to lose them.
Backstory: (Buckle in this one is kinda wild.) During the times just before the Scottish rebellion or Scottish war of independence (The Highlander movie: Braveheart timeline) there began an alliance between the Highlander tribes and the Scandinavian/Norse tribes. Legends said that a man from distant lands would come to Scandinavia, receive the blessings of Odin, and wield a powerful sword that had been stuck in the mountains after being forged by the hammer of thor, that will crush the enemies of the coalition of the Barbaric Tribes. In order to honor this legend, the Highlander kings assembled willing women and shipped them over to the Scandinavian peninsula to find a suitor and breed with that suitor to attempt to create the legend. The Scottish women quickly found their men and fell in love with them but one resisted against most suitors, A fair maiden known as Hilda Ulrica, a fiery, well thinking, and strong willed woman who could not be persuaded to love any men who attempted to woo her. Finally, came the day she found her perfect suitor, his name was Ragnvald Gudrun, a well known, clever, and strong warrior of the tribes the Scottish maids were sent to. They immediately fell in love, not long after they vowed to each other, unlike most other couples who just got straight to business *Wink wink*.
After they were married, it was not long after they tried for a child, only to find that Hilda may have been barren. Their despair was indefinite until, one day whilst Hilda was tending to a garden and her husband skinning a fresh catch, Hilda felt a power overtake her, she began to feel strange, they went to see a shaman and he had said that Hilda bears a child, they were overjoyed but got even more excited when they heard he would be born strong, he would laugh, and as he would grow he would become legendary. They patiently awaited for their Child to arrive, finally the day had come.
When the child was delivered in home they could not hear crying, the couple became scarred but the baby began laughing, the mother and father were both confused but nonetheless relieved the child was fine. They named him, Bjornson, after his grandfather who had passed in battle. After a few years of growing, which were actually peaceful and not a hassle for the care of Bjornson, they took him to the Shaman once more in which the Shaman took Bjornson, sat him down and put a circle of powder around him. The Shaman then ignited the powder to see how he would react, Bjornson reacted very little, if anything he yawned due to the warmth and comfort it gave him. The Shaman put the fire out after a bit which Bjornson didn’t seem to mind, and sat him down on a wooden stool. The Shaman then began to recite sentences to see if there would be a word Bjornson would pick up on. The one that stuck was “dauðir”, the Scandinavian word for death or kill. The Shaman then told the two lovers that Bjornson would grow to be a warrior of great magnitude.
After a few more years, Ragnvald finally took Bjornson hunting with him, Bjornson had been training to hunt for a wild now with bow, axe, and sword. They started the trip to the hunting grounds as they always do, with prayers to the gods, a good hot meal, and preparing their equipment. After they got under way it was not long before they reached their destination, the sacred hunting grounds of thousands of generations. The game they were hunting was deer, elk, wolves, and/or bears. They wanted to stock up before winter came, and they intended to use every part of any of the beasts, meat, bone, pelt, and all. When Ragnvald and Bjornson were setting up their camp, a pack of wolves had attacked them. Ragnvald could hold his own but he knew that he couldn’t let them get Bjornson, who had readied himself with a double-handed axe. Ragnvald called Bjornson to run which Bjornson refused to leave his father behind, Ragnvald managed to kill 2 wolves before another one had pinned him, he then had to watch as his son took on two at once. Ragnvald winced as he saw one of the two wolves pounce at Bjornson only to hear metal cutting flash and a doggish whimper. He saw that one of the wolves laid dead, as he was getting the wolf on him he told his son to fight hard. Bjornson nodded to Ragnvald before continuously countering the wolf. It was not long before they had reached a small drop off and Bjornson fell backwards the wolf pouncing down after him. With a fury Ragnvald broke the neck of wolf who had pounced him, and ran towards the ledge, not before long he saw the wolf rising and yelled “I will kill you, your kingdom, and your legacy!” he yelled towards the wolf but in his positive surprise it was not the wolf coming back up it was Bjornson lifting it, who had called out, “Are you going to help me father or are you going to scream like a madman some more?” The two of them had a laugh before collecting the meat, bones, and pelts of the wolves and going back home.
As time had passed Bjornson had become larger and stronger, finally his mother had revealed to him why she, a scottish woman, was in the Scandinavian peninsula. Immediately he had went to the Shaman, begging him to tell him where he could find the mighty Sword. The Shaman knew of the legend well so he told Bjornson that only a pure hearted Scottish/scandinavian son could pull the Claymore from the mountain tops to the east of the village. Bjornson immediately went to the village rallying all scottish sons and saying, “My brothers we have been tasked with leading our comrades to victory, one of us will pull the sword from the mountain! We must prepare for this journey so bid farewell to your loved ones, gather your supplies, tents, and weapons, and let us sally forth for the greater good of our people!” The Scottish sons began chanting, beating drums, as they gathered their things, and in unison as soon as the formed a large file formation they yelled with their voices high in unison. They sang songs, made jokes, set up camp and played music, continued out, hunted together, crossed a large river, lost a few guys to a fight with some other tribesmen which the Scottish sons had fought viciously, Bjornson most notable., who were buried properly, continued their trek, and finally reached the base of the mountain. Each and every scottish son and traveled up the mountain, each one had tried their hand at pulling the sword, each one had failed. Finally all of their eyes were upon Bjornson, eyes pleading him to pull it to fulfil the quest. Bjornson gripped the sword handle with both hands, and yelled “dauðir!” before he pulled it from the mountain. The blade slid out smoothly for him, a lightning bolt had struck the swords blade and it lit up with a yellow flame, Bjornson focused and with his focus he had doused the yellow flame, he did it again and it brought back up, same happened again. All the Scottish men cheered, Bjornson laughed and sang with the men on their journey back. Finally when they had reached the town Bjornson had led them back in as he had led them out. He was embraced by his mother and his father, they had celebrated but Bjornson knew now that they had to return to Scotland to aid the Scottish. The Scottish sons and Bjornson had all made ready to leave the shore, it would be a long trip with no possible return, they said their last goodbyes, prayed to the Scandinavian gods and to the Scottish gods, and made ready to sally forth once more. They had trained constantly, Bjornson quickly settling into his Claymore fighting style, and other being ready to handle the claymores of the Highlanders. Upon reaching the shores of Scotland they were welcomed by their fellow full blooded Scotsmen. Bjornson immediately took to his first fight, rolling through enemies with rather quick yet heavy swings, using his body as a counter weight rather than trying to keep full control of the sword, he managed to pull out longer combinations of moves and attacks in battle, out pacing and out-predicting most British foot soldiers. His Greatest battle came when he held a bridge with only a handful of men (12) against a force of five hundred, The battle ended with 4 wounded and 2 dead for the Scots, and 85 dead and another 13 wounded for the British, on which the British retreated. It was a proud moments for Bjornson and he and the remaining few who held that bridge. He had once to fight an entire regiment on his own and this is where the powers he held came in handy, because of it he cut down waves of infantry, blocked arrows, and shot a sharp light (he didn’t know he could do that he just pointed towards the captain) which killed the captain, forcing the British to retreat once more.
Skills: Bjornson is a mix between a heavy and fast fighting style due to his thunderous calves, and strong arms, He usually starts the fight with his defensive fighting style which he can do by throwing his sword over his head and the swinging with his blade extended to the left or the right, this allows him to dodge and attack. His defensive style is slow but does the most damage, He is also full of adrenaline during each attack making some of his attack uninterruptible such as the really slow attacks that are easy to dodge. He can do crushing counters which is essentially him grabbing his hilt and a part of the blade, blocking an attack, and sliding his sword down another’s sword, axe, etc, cutting them along the abdomen before coming back with a pommel strike. He also has an offensive fighting style where he can engage straight into a Pommel strike, use his powers to make his blade negate blocks, get a little more hands on by kicking or grabbing and tossing an opponent down behind him, or unleashing a flurry of strikes.
+A good Mix-up fighter
+Very Skilled with a long blade
+Extremely strong
+Good Survivalist
+Very good at hand-to-hand
Powers: Bjornson himself does not have any powers, but it is his sword that his special, his sword is unbreakable and will remain sharp always. His sword contains a power which Bjornson has a good understanding of and can access these abilities whenever he needs them. This includes conjuring a fire from his blade, making a shield out of said fire, and being able to either stream fire from his sword like a flamethrower and shoot it like a ballista. He can also fly with his sword (That ability he does not know yet) and can conjure a lighting strike (which takes the longest to charge but does the most damage.)
Highlander’s Rage: Bjornson’s sword is encased in a bright yellowish flame which can generate light but also increase the damage that he can output. He can also slash and cause waves of fire to flow through the air for a good distance. Or have the fire spew from the sword like a flamethrower, or focus the fire into a ball which will go farther and faster but cover less area.
Vingthor’s mercy: An ability that allows Bjornson to shield himself or another person/people, within this shield he can heal himself or others as well whether it be open wounds, broken bone, poison, or a form of parasitic puppetry rather than telepathic.
Catching Jormundgandr: An ability where he can hold onto his sword and lead it like a torpedo through the air as if he was holding onto the serpent Jormundgandr.
Thor’s wrath: This is the longest charged attack and takes the most energy away for Bjornson, but the charge and cost is worth it. He conjures a storm by sending his fire into the sky then he holds his blade to the sky focusing the energy he sent to the sky down and finally a yellow lightning bolt pierces the sky and hits his blade, he points the blade down and the captured bolt fires towards the direction he pointed it towards as soon as he let’s it go.
Weaknesses: Bjornson is not very good at managing his stamina, his heaviest attacks also have a slow recovery, opening him up to any form of attacks. He is also susceptible to mortal wounds and if he loses his blade he loses his ability to perform at full capacity. His offensive form has flaws and creates openings and his defensive form is slow with certain heavies. His emotions can also launch him into doing something dumb and unplanned.
-Slow in Defensive form
-Only human (with a powerful sword but still.)
-Can die if bleeding out and not healing himself
-Too emotional
-His strongest attack leaves him open to any attack that is faster than it.
-He is unfamiliar with explosives and bullets
Equipment: Bjornson carries his heavy Claymore which is carried in a sheath on his barck or he justs lugs around with it resting on his right shoulder, he has a 8 inch Scandinavian dagger, he has a bag full of bandages, herbs, and a canteen. He carries with him a bread bag which is full of bread, meat, and a reinforced bottle of mead, and some needle and thread.
Quote: "HA! Either the gods favor us this day, or death is too afraid to take us!"
Theme:
Extra: (IF Samurai jack married one of Scotsman daughters, this would probably be the result. That is a joke.)
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