I know what you're thinking. "Again, Laz. Really? You're already doing ninja adopts!" To which I would say...is there such a thing as too many adopts?

How about some viking adopts, eh? My girl Valkyrie is on the verge of starting a band (info here) but there aren't nearly enough vikings around to fill it. Cue the adopts!

I'm only opening up four "real" positions (all thanes) as ideally the rest will be filled IC and one thrall position. I'm iffy on the thrall one, but open to hearing ideas! With the exception of the thrall who is open to any interpretation, I'd like the rest to be very fighty, rough-and-tumble sorts. I'd love it if these guys were the kinds of friends who can insult each other, get into a knock-down-drag-out "you're so dead, bro" fight and then laugh about it later. I'd also like the backstory to be that they've all grown up together and been lifelong friends.

Thane 1
Strategist - the thoughtful one of the bunch
Light to medium build

Thane 2
weapons specialist, blacksmith - I'd be willing to help with purchasing a crafty companion
Medium to heavy build

Thane 3 (2 slots available)
trader/navigator
any build

Thane 4
healer
any build Taken?

Original (I will be very picky with these!)
any career
any build

If you're wanting to apply just put at the top of your app which one you want and fill out the form below:

Code:

<b>Position:</b> Thane 1, 2, 3, 4, original or thrall?
<b>Name:</b> scandinavian in origin
<b>Age:</b> 1-2yrs
<b>Alignment:</b> Hard pass on chaotic evils and lawful goods
<b>Gender:</b>
<b>Design:</b> pick from the list below or BYO
<b>Description:</b> site min
<b>Personality:</b> site min
<b>History:</b> 100 words, please! Tell me about their family, their training, etc. If you're applying for the thrall tell me how they got to where they are now.

***Fill this out if you want an original.
<b>Trade:</b> Builder? Hunter?

Wanna design your own viking?
White, grey, black and brown are all acceptable coat colors. Acceptable eye colors are blue, yellow, red and black. No piebalds. Minor brindling is okay. That's...basically all the restrictions I have on them lol

Keep in mind these guys are meant to join the band! I'd also like them to be fairly active so I reserve the right to take back adopts if they are inactive for one month or set inactive. By adopting you agree that any and all purchases you make for your character will come with the character and that their designs will go with them if I choose to take them back.

Something else to keep in mind is that I plan for the band to raid frequently once the new fight system is in place so you can expect your character to get into fights regularly. If fighting's not your cup of tea I suggest you not apply for this reason!

AVAILABLE DESIGNS
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Position: Thane 4
Name: Deion Aeris
Age: 2 years
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Gender: male
Design:
Description: 39" - heavy
Build// Smooth musculature laces an impressive physique. He could even be called burly, in the right conditions. Though far from the largest of his line, he is still no fine china doll. The male has sturdy shoulders and a deep chest, perfect for endurance and hard hitting brutality. One might describe him as a granite statue, a veritable Adonis carved from mottled stone. The broad planes of his face translate into smooth, high cheekbones and a thick muzzle. His paws are massive, wide and strong. Perfect for uprooting herbs and gripping the ground in unruly terrain.
Coat// Donning a thick, plush coat, the male is the epitome of a northern beast. There is a density to his fur that makes it poorly suited to warmer climates for extended periods. Thankfully, he tends not to retain too much water while swimming thanks to its bulk and makeup. Not that anyone notices the density of it upon first meeting. Instead, they are awestruck by a display of celestial brilliance.
A base coat of deep, rich navy. Mirroring the sky in the dead of night, nearly black. Only as the gaze travels from his face, down his neck, and along his form, does the colour begin to shift. Highlights of rich purple mingle into his ruff, transitioning then to mottled cerulean. As it shifts to brilliant mauve along his thighs, by the time it reaches the tip of his luxurious tail it has returned to inky blue. Gold and ivory decorate his elegant bodice, a pale lattice climbing up his forelimbs from his alabaster paws. Around his elbows it briefly shifts to icy blue, then to gold until it peters out over his shoulders. Along his topline, the purple of his ruff turns to cerulean, back to purple, and then to brilliant white. Broken streaks of these shades alternate along his elegant form, almost too much for the eye to absorb at once.
Features// Thick tusks protrude from his lower jaw, taking up the space behind his (decidedly average sized) canine teeth. Only a few inches in diametre, and curving ever so slightly back and away from his nose. Think of the classic orc tusks, transplanted into the jaws of a wolf.
Eyes// Brilliant amethyst, mirroring the stony gaze of his mother. Though he decidedly lacks in the fullness of his dark lashes.
Scent// wood smoke and mulch, sometimes mixed with gore.
Stance// There isn’t an ounce of fear in the man, not for any mortal being. He stands tall and confident, head high. When walking, he holds his head level with his shoulders, prowling about as the embodiment of a roiling thunderhead.
Personality:
skills: healing and fighting
Cynical// The stars look on, cold and distant. The world cares not for the insects that scuttle upon its face. Bitter to the core, the male has little regard for a positive point of view. To make the most of existence, one must recognize that the world is cruel. This is how he has come to hold countries in his palms, and balance everything on a knife’s edge. Scoffing and rolling his eyes is all but second nature by now.
Greedy// The endless desire to have it all drives him through life. Material wealth, love, devotion, it’s all there for the taking. All one has to do is be smart enough to claim it for one’s own. Once he lays eyes on something he likes, it’s all over. He has to have it, by any means necessary. Short of selling one of his family members, of course.
Affectionate// A weaker point of his character- he is endlessly loving. Anyone who will sit still long enough can expect to be jostled, nipped or nuzzled. Physical shows of intimacy of any kind come easily to him. Leaning his head against someone’s shoulder, or grooming them after a long day are among his favourite things. Granted, it takes quite a while for the male to become close enough to another for this side of himself to see the light of day. Complete strangers would be hard pressed to believe him capable of such acts.
Loyal// The thing about being a piece of shit is that you have to stick by the idiots that are dumb enough to keep you around. He would gladly put his ass on the line for his comrades, no matter the cause. Even if its dumb and misguided, he'll follow them wherever they decide to go. While he loves his family, he stands firmly by the notion that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Harlot// If there is one thing he enjoys, it’s carnal pleasure. Hardly one to turn down the opportunity to engage in the sins of the flesh. He has no preferences for gender or dominance, only that they catch his attention. Without a doubt, his constant flirting could charm the skin off a cat if he put the effort in.
Standoffish// Deion is a surly bastard, without a doubt. On first impression, he might even be an outright jackass. He tends to wear a scowl, and speak in short, clipped sentences with strangers. He doesn't often want anything to do with those he meets, and it takes a lot of persistence to get him to hold an extended conversation.
History: Caia Aeris abandoned the lands of Ardent in the beginning of her sixth year of life, having surrendered to the reality of her brother and cherished friend being nowhere to be found. She wandered for some time, seeking a purpose (and, perhaps, signs of her beloved brother). Eventually, she found herself under the watch of a strange creature indeed. A male who bore two rows of blunt spines upon his crown, trailing from between his brows, between his ears, to the base of his skull. Smaller than she, and slimmer. Disdaining the attention of a spirit, she ignored him for weeks. A relentless male, he was. It took moons for him to woo her, but he succeeded eventually. Drew her back to his den site, and she did not resist. Regardless of whether or not she would admit it aloud, Caia was smitten with the bold male. Within the bounds of their meagre territory, she began to truly pursue her talents in the art of herbology and healing. She equipped others with poisons, tinctures, and alcohol- for a price. This way, the pair could maintain their lifestyle without having to debase themselves to speaking with the nearby clans and packs.
They bore a litter near the end of Caia's seventh year. Their eldest, named Deion, found himself draped in the stars. It wasn't until he began to grow that his tusks began to poke their way into view. He took after his mother in a surly disposition and interest in healing. The two of them wore matching scowls as they gathered herbs and mashed poultices. His father taught him the art of battle; Deion lacked in the impressive bulk and stature of his mother, so his father was better suited to the task. Of course, having the skills to back himself up at any point did nothing to improve his terrible attitude.
In his youth, Deion wandered far from home to collect something or another under his mother's orders. It was then that he met Valkyrie. She stuck to him like glue, much as his father had his mother, and forged a friendship out of her own sheer persistence. Deion only faced the consequences of this once, when Laufey caught sight of the pair nearer to the clan than he deemed appropriate. When faced with a surly youth and his adoptive child, he resigned himself to allow it (for now). Through Valkyrie, Deion met the wolves who would become his blood brothers. They all got on like a house on fire, and their reign of terror only spread as they aged.
Deion's parents grew older, and felt less inclined to engage with others. They retreated into their small hunting territory, opting to care only for one another until they passed on. This left Deion to continue his mother's practices on his own, and drift away from his connections to his blood brothers in favour of his family. He didn't notice that the wolves he hung around with went missing, one by one. Their absences were forgotten in the faces of his parents' failing health. He watched his father wither away, racked by a cough and breathing trouble neither he nor his mother could cure. Advanced minds might recognize the symptoms as not pneumonia, but cancer. His father passed in his sleep, wrapped in Caia's warm embrace. Wracked by the loss of her beloved, Caia passed on in her sleep as well- only a season or so shy of her tenth birthday. It seems that this final loss was too much for her, after everything she'd seen.
Without his parents to tie him to the land, Deion was quite lost. He caved in the den in which he was whelped, leaving their bodies safely entombed. Their territory would be reclaimed by the wilderness, no doubt. Perhaps another young couple. Numbed by loss, the young healer sought out the land where his mother had come from. Some part of him sought closure within its bounds, no doubt.

App withdrawn.

Position: Thane 1
Name: Aesir
Age: 2
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Gender: Male
Design:

Description: Aesir has several prominent features. The eye darts to several places naturally, but always ends up settling on one. Might as well get it out of the way now. Yes, Aesir has a pair of horns atop his head. Or perhaps antlers? Its hard to tell, but they bear a strong resemblance to those of a young pronghorn. Below the antler-horns are a pair of strikingly framed teal eyes which are probably glaring now, thanks to your staring. Rude. Best to move on. His coat is a motley of ochre, cinder, and charcoal, greys, russets, and blacks. The darkest colors mask his face and run down his spine, mottling their way over his neck and flank. Pale ashy grey runs along his ribs before fading into russet on his underbelly. The same grey marks each toe at the end of every dark leg.

In frame he is bulky and broad. Even his thick pelt does a poor job of masking the muscles hiding beneath. While surprisingly swift despite his size, he does prefer his combat close up and personal. Makes things more intimate. He stands (TBD? Tol) inches tall, and enjoys using his height to his advantage. Some claim he has resting bitch face, Aesir says its just being honest and upfront. A look at him does not give off either warm or cuddly vibes, and that is just the way he likes it.

Personality: Aesir likes to boast that he was put on this earth to do nothing more than enjoy the wind before a storm front. He fancies himself a wistful bard's spirit trapped in the body of a brute, but anyone who knew him well would quickly disagree. Aesir is in most things gruff and cold. He doesn't tend to joke around often and when he does it usually carries a biting edge. If even a crumb of poet's spirits resides within him it is withheld for his pleasure alone. The brute part, however, would be dead on.

Aesir is a very physical wolf in most aspects. He enjoys testing both his body and his mind. He has a very difficult time backing down from challenges and seems to face them as if he believes himself immortal. If there is an attempt to be made Aesir will try to do it faster, better, and with more bravado than his competition. Even broken and bloody he will brag about his great feats, and again at great lengths afterwards. He is a sucker for a good story, even if he will probably do his best to one-up you once you've finished.

Aesir prefers to shy away from all things 'silly' or 'cute.' He doesn't have the patience to tolerate obnoxiously joyful or bubbly wolves, and certainly not pups. The brute has little patience for niceties, posturing or primping. Diplomacy falls a bit flat next to his more dominant skills, like rough-housing or frequent and copious consumption of fermented beverages. Unless you plan on things ending in a fight, best to leave him behind.

While he loathes being pried into or made to talk if he is not willing, Aesir rarely pays any mind to the boundaries of others. He can be bullheaded when it comes to getting information or -wiggly brows- other things out of strangers once he has his mind set on it. He is often selfish and apathetic towards the needs of others if he does not see them as having worth or value enough to compensate. While a code of honor is very important to him with wolves he respects, if you do not rank among those few he tends to be... a bit more morally grey. Aesir believes that if you are strong enough to take something, it might as well be yours.

History: TBD, mostly -shakes fist at Nyx & Mon- What I do know is that he and his two brothers were all born with the same mutation. Several tragedies befell either their family or families in their proximity, and word began to spread that the siblings were cursed. Perhaps they knew Ky when they were younger? I personally would love if Aes and her were close when they were kids and he chose to follow her in her band. I plan on playing him as a lazy brute/bar brawler when he's relaxed, and a bit of a cold hearted tactician against enemies. I'll be using my expert pass on him for fighting, so perhaps he and Ky have been able to work together in raids and skirmishes in the past? Anyways, this is subject to change as I learn more, but hopefully thats a good waypoint for now!

I love him - accepted! And yes I would love it if all of these guys have been friends with Valkyrie since puphood!

Position: Thane 2
Name: Kvasir Skaldi
Age: 2
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male
Design:
Description: Alright, one thing at a time. First off, let us leave the obvious for last, because it's far too easy to jump in to those flashier details and Kvasir isn't about impatience.

To start, he is easily recognizable as one of the trio of brothers. It's that earthy brown coat, paler around the stomach and face and darker along the top line. Soft nougaty tones swirl and feather off along his sides, haunches, and on the underside of his tail. The same tones leave light mottled stripes around his eyes and down his muzzle. Over top the other marking and brown hues a dark, nearly black color reminiscent of damp soil spills over him, running down his left hind leg and dripping over his left side. Most of his right side is covered in the darkness, and beneath both eyes are dark markings that make one think of war paint.

His fur isn't the only thing that's visually pleasing about him. Kvasir is also admittedly well toned, though one might not go so far as to say muscular. Wiry muscles ripple beneath his pelt While his frame is stout and broad, he has the look of someone who might fit in their skin a bit better if they were a bit more willowy. Luckily he isn't much for vanity, so it's never bothered him much. He's tall but not wildly above average, standing at a good 34" in height.

Okay okay, now for the more interesting features. To start, his eyes are a bright blue-grey that stands out nicely against his otherwise dark form. Next to his face hangs a single beaded thread. The beads are made from small stones, some are silver and others pale blues to match his eyes.

What else? Oh. Well, I guess there's the horns that sprout from his skull, curling back around his head and forward round his ears similarly to a rams horns, with small pointed... branches? No, they're quite small, just pointy growths protruding from the horns. While Kvasir isn't the flashiest wolf in the land, he's surely unique.
Personality:
The Bad

Typical for one raised in the life that Kvasir was, he has many qualities that outsiders will find... Unpleasant. Self-serving, without manners or any hint of consideration for others. If you are too weak to protect what you claim to be yours, why shouldn't he take it? Crimes of opportunity are fair play if someone is foolish enough to allow him that opportunity. Cunning when he wants to be, and creative only when it benefits him, there have been times when he's been accused of being a bit immature and well... Anyone who said that was full of shit so it doesn't matter.

The truth is he can actually be quite creative, hence being named after the god of inspiration. It's just that Kvasir will only create things if it benefits him. Whether it is because he is making offerings to Loki and the other lesser gods that plague him and his kin with bad luck in order to appease them or because he's been offered a good payment matters not. The only thing he does not do is charity.

Honestly, Kvasir's only ever fun at parties until he decides he likes you. If being greedy and selfish wasn't enough, he's also rather partial to intoxicating himself in any way he can manage. Why? Well, he often claims to receive visions from various gods. Some of the things he ingests "help" him with that, though often he finds himself more angry than hopeful afterwards. Superstitious to the extreme though, Kvasir is ever hopeful that he and his brothers can find glory to break their curse of misfortune and he will do whatever he has to to make it happen. It's the only thing he's not entirely pessimistic about.

The "Good"

Good might be a bit of a stretch. More like... the "better" qualities of Kvasir. Most of the time he's quite honest. More blunt, but nevertheless, this is the wolf to come to for straightforward, no bullshit opinions. He also proclaims to be loyal to those he trusts. This hasn't been tested much, considering he's only really ever felt and trust or love from and towards his brothers. Better to err on the side of caution with him just in case.

Other better qualities? Hm. If nothing else, the man is always decisive. Can't stand it when others struggle to make up their minds or continue arguing over a decision for too long, so it's not uncommon for him to make the final vote on some matters when no one else wants to. He's also quite spiritual, often keeping his eyes out for what he perceives as signs from the gods. Anyone who has a connection to them is of great interest to him in his quest to right the apparent wrongs of his ancestors.
History: Growing up, life was pretty shit for the three siblings all things considered. They all had their own ways of dealing with being proclaimed to be 'cursed', and for Kvasir that usually manifested in his spending a good deal of time alone, learning how to make the things that the crafters around him made. Perhaps if he could learn to make trinkets and interpret the will of the gods then he could finally figure out what offerings they wanted and what would stop the bad things from happening.

I like to think he'd be a very spiritual guy. Not terribly social, and probably lacking in social skills x'D I'm not sure what sort of friend he might be to Valk but I'd love to explore how they'll interact. He's definitely low in motivation for fighting when on his own, but happy to enter a brawl if one ensues. I expect he'll be happy to make all sorts of things for the band, though depending on how well he knows/likes valk he might be following his brothers when he joins.

Kvasir is perfect! -boots him to acceptance-

Position: Thane 2
Name: Forsetia Nygaard
Age: 2 years
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Gender: Female
Design: #4 from designs
Description: Forsetia is a beauty. Her base pelt is a pure white, which has been handed down from generation to generation. Her dark markings are given by her father. Setia's build is medium, which she has inherited by her mother. This Norse woman has a height of 36 inches. Though not the largest wolf, she makes up for it in personality. Her dark brown (almost black) markings cover her whole face, with the outside lining fur becoming a lighter brown. The dark brown then slides down the top of her back and half way down to her side toward the top of her front legs. The dark brown lightens at the ends. Light brown then covers the whole top of her back, then stops at the start of her tail where the white part of her pelt takes over. Half way down her tail, a greyish brown takes over, which fades into darker brown until the tail ends. All for legs are covered in dark brown, but lighten at the top into a light brown, then a greyish brown. What makes this woman unique is the fact she has leopard print all over her body, but it is faded. The print is a greyish brown. Finally, her eyes are a lovely mix of mint green and grass green.
Personality: Setia is a blunt female. She doesn’t speak much and would rather reply with grunts or growls. If Setia does speak, then it is straight to the matter words. She does not beat around the bush. However, she is not dumb. In fact, this Norse woman is rather intelligent. She was named after the Norse god Forseti, the god of justice. According to her name, Setia’s morals are formed around justice. She holds justice high on a podium. The young woman will not break any of the rules given to her or made by her willingly. She expects others to follow the rules too and have exceptional morals. Setia is also very loyal to those who deserve it. She only gives respect to those she believes have earned it. Though somewhat of a brute on the outside, Setia has a kind heart. She yearns for affection and approval from others, but hides behind her stoic nature. Setia has a heart of gold, but not in the kindness sense. Instead, she will protect those who need it and offer help when it is requested or needed. She does show kindness every now and then, but she does not tolerate rude wolves. Setia is like a body guard to those she chooses. Her heart is like a flame for justice and war. She also values order and loyalty. There can be no powerful system without either of the two. However, to every hardened soul, there is a soft side.
History: Setia was born in the spring to the Nygaard clan. She might as well have been born in the winter, though. Her outward personality fits it. In her clan, females were raised right along side males. Women were expected to be as good as men, or perhaps better. The Nygaards' specialized in war/raids. Setia was raised in a brutish way, and it shows in her outward personality. It didn't help that the girl was born into a family with only males, besides her mother. Setia had eyes for weapons and war. She absolutely loved listening to her father's stories about fighting. Though young, Forsetia wanted others to respect and maybe fear her. It was engraved into her mind that she should hold her head high because she came from the Nygaard clan. As she aged, her training in combat and weapons increased. However, it all stopped one cold night. A raid had been set out upon the Nygaard clan. Many nearby clans were afraid the Nygaards' would rise up and form somewhat of a dictatorship, though that was never the case. Therefore, they were determined to put out the Nygaard flame. However, one of the clan members escaped, which was Forsetia. She ran and ran, and vowed to raise the Nygaard name up to its formal glory.

Position: TBA? Some kind of fighter? Would like to figure out IC :3
Name: Halvar Skaldi
Age: 2
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: Male
Design:

Description:
A chimera from birth, Halvar has two distinctly separate genotypes. The first - and more natural - makes itself apparent on the right side of his body.  His coat on this half of his body is a murky brown, fading slightly around his cheeks and down his limbs. An even paler tan can be seen on the back of his hind flanks, his belly, chest and snout. The left side of his coat starts to creep over toward this side, the various shadows of blueish purple blend over onto his neck and shoulder area. The second side - his left side - is significantly more unusual, a palette of blues and purples that shift into one another gently, not at all unlike the colors of the northern lights. His back is marked with an assortment of stripes, most a dark navy but a few toward his tail are the same brown of his right side. As evidence from the stray brown stripes on his left side, and the patch of blue-purple fur on the shoulder of his right side, the split is not an even one. His face makes that apparent, the grey-blue fur seeming to creep across toward the right side of his face as though trying to claw its way across and consume the lighter side.

Oh yeah - his horns. The most noticeable thing about Halvar isn't his chimerism, believe it or not, but his horns. The horn that grows from the left, darker side of his body is slightly larger and more twisted, while the one on his right side is much smaller. Likewise, his eyes are different shades as well, one a pale blue while the other is darker. As far as build, he stands at a respectable 36", his muscles well toned from frequent travel and brawling.
Personality:
Halvar is as two-faced as he looks. On one hand, he can be quite the gentleman - at least to the degree a Viking can be. Overall, especially to his peers, he's a generally quite amiable fellow, one who usually tries to be honorable and decent. Honor is extremely important to him, and he isn't one known for trickery or deception, or perhaps he simply doesn't have the attention span for it. He's easily swayed by those he trusts fully (mainly his brothers, of course) and is willing to go along with whatever plan comes up, without much question. He's also generally quite a physical creature, the type to leap to action before discussing a solution. Truthfully he's not much of the independent type, preferring to stick to those he's close to - his brothers help him feel grounded, and less like a leaf on the wind. Despite his inclination toward being social, he's generally self-reliant, having been taunted and

His other side is far more chaotic, fueled by his own deeply-seated anxieties. Being told as a young boy that he and his brothers were deeply cursed has been embedded deeply into his psyche. Somewhere deep in his heart he knows he is fundamentally flawed, and he often struggles against the duality of his own nature. When emotions run high, he gives in to this side of him, often being quick to act without thinking or fear of consequence. Likewise, when he feels so inclined he often uses this side of his to justify his misdeeds, feeling truly as though he's inherently cursed and being driven toward chaos regardless of what he desires. Some might call it mental illness, but if you ask him - he's merely been cursed. These thoughts frequently turn themselves loose on his dreams, and manifesting into a condition of chronic insomnia. Sometimes this state makes it hard to tell what is truly real or what is simply a nightmare.

History: Born in a small, loosely-connected group of families, Halvar and his two brothers - Kvasir and Aesir - were born amid rumors of a familial curse. Though most wolves thought it just a story, when the three started to sprout horns after birth it only confirmed the rumor as true. With their births came a hoard of bad luck, but only when the first happen did Halvar truly believe the quiet talk. Left to watch their yearling siblings, only to watch as the forest itself grew arms and stole the pups away, there was little surprise when the trio was blamed for their family's loss. They were immediately sent away and told only to return once they appeased the gods and reversed the curse placed upon them. Despite whatever his brothers think, Halvar tends to believe the curse is real, and is torn between trying to do right by his family and try to appease the gods capable of reversing their family's curse, or giving in to his darker side and roaming unchecked and embody the very curse that has shaped he and his brothers.

Slash - She looks great and she's yours! Feel free to post her here when she's accepted. And keep in mind that while she may not know them well (that's for you guys to decide!) she should at least know Kvasir, Aesir and Eldi by name.

Nyx - Halvar's accepted too! The above applies to him as well. Obviously he knows his brother haha but he should know Eldi and Forsetia too although the nature/depth of their relationship is up to you guys to work out c:

Position: Original
Name: Leikr
Age: 2 Yeard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: Male
Design: #5
Description: wip
Personality: wip
History: wip
Trade: Hunter, Traveler

Eeee fantastic, Den! Deion's accepted! <3