Fable Aukland - Incomplete

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[font=Courier New][size=5][center][b][color=LimeGreen][i]The Bringer of Peace[/font]
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[font=Courier New][color=169306][center][size=4][b]”Behind the Scenes”[/b][/size][/center][/color][/font]

[b]Name:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Brittany[/color]
[b]Age:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]18 [/color]
[b]Experience With Role Playing:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]6 Years Starting Next Month[/color]
[b]AIM:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]coreycap88[/color]
[b]E-Mail:[/b] [color=LimeGreen][e-mail] [/color]


[font=Courier New][center][size=3][b][color=169306]”Character Identification”[/color][/b][/size]
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[b]Alias/Byname:[/b][color=LimeGreen] ‘Fable The Wise’ and ‘The Bringer of Peace’. [/color]
[b]First Name:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Maréad[/color]
[b]Surname:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]McFalon[/color]
[b]Adoptive First Name:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Fable[/color]
[b]Adoptive Surname:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Aukland[/color]
[b]Birth Date:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]May 24th, 995 AD[/color]
[b]Gender:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Female[/color]
[b]Orientation:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Heterosexual[/color]
[b]Real Age:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]1,013[/color]
[b]Physical Age:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]28[/color]
[b]Race:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Scandinavian (Viking)[/color]
[b]Species:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Were-Fox[/color]
[b]Sire:[/b]
[b]Religious Affiliation:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Pagan[/color]
[b]Wealth:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Upper-Class[/color]
[b]Job:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Museum Coordinator and Historian [/color]


[font=Courier New][color=169306][center][size=4][b]”Character Analysis”[/b][/size][/center][/color][/font]


[b]Basic Abilities:[/b]
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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Strength[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Endurance[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Agility[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Speed[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Turn[/color]
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[b]Unique Abilities:[/b]
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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Rip[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Telepath[/color]
[/li][li][color=LimeGreen] Body Transformation[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Bone Sculpture[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Control [/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Darkness [/color]
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[b]Human Form Traits:[/b]

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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Cunning[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Sly[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Stealthy[/color]
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[b]Mental Weaknesses/Flaws:[/b]
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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Stubborn [Beliefs and Actions][/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Children[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Accepting and Trustful[/color]
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[b] Physical Weakness/Flaws:[/b]
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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Silver[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Various Herbs like Mistletoe and Wolfsbane[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Decapitation[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Total Body Incineration[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Removal and Destruction of Heart[/color]
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[table][tr][td][size=4][b]Date:[/b][/size] [size=3][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]March 6th, 2008; [i]The Wind Age[/i][/font][/color][/size]
[b]Journal Summery 1:[/b] [size=3][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]"Of Weaknesses and Abilities"[/font][/color] [/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]I have come to acknowledge my personal flaws and abilities, but the result is insufficient. I desire to train them to the next level; possibly overpowering the flaws with more strengths. Of these flaws are mental and physical. A couple being Mental is my trusting and accepting nature, children, and my increasingly stubborn attitude. I have never been one to judge one on their appearance or attitude nor stray from my beliefs. It is of the unthinkable to me, to stray from your most sacred of opinions. As for children; they are our future. Why should I put a child at risk or even take ones life for my own personal gain or craving of blood. As for my physical Weaknesses; it is pretty self explanatory. As a Were-Creature, I have an allergic reaction to silver and various herbs...herbs like mistletoe, mountain ash, and wolfsbane. It is somewhat annoying to know that I can not perfect these weaknesses as they are pre-determined, but alas I have come to accept them.[/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]Now, my abilities is another story.  I have come to separate them in groups like my weaknesses, and the result is my basic abilities and unique ones. As for my basic powers; they were handed down to me from what I am now....the lycanthrope in me. Of these are mostly physical attributes...speed, endurance, agility, and strength. But on of them is of the mentality nature; the ability to turn humans into hat I am. I would never think of bringing this curse upon a human unless they consented to it. This does not fall for children as they have their whole future ahead of him. Would you turn a child? I didn't think so...[/color] [/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]My unique powers are ones that can not be give, but taught or learned. These include Rip, Body Transformation, Bone Sculpture, Darkness Darkness, Telepathy, and Control. It is amazing what one can learn through self discovery; truly amazing. As I traveled around the world, I had learned from others of my kind to control myself. It is harder than on thinks to deny themselves of the fresh metallic scent of crimson regret. I tell you this through experience. As for the ability to transfer and receive thoughts from other Were-Creatures and even Vampires, I learned this by becoming one with my mind...as you could say. I had also learned to take advantage of my transformations; growing claws, fangs, etc. This comes in useful when being challenged to a fight or simply defending one self. Bone sculpture is a grievous trait to learn. One must simply take control of their transformation and take it to the next level. Yes, I know this is not simple at all...but for a masterful mind it is child's play.[/color][/font][/size]

[size=4][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]Sincerely,

Fable Aukland[/font][/color][/size]

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[font=Courier New][color=169306][center] [size=4][b] “Appearances Are Deceiving”[/b][/size][/center][/color]
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[b]Hair:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Tawny Blonde[/color]
[b]Eyes:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Aquamarine[/color]
[b]Height:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]‘5’’5[/color]
[b]Markings:[/b][color=LimeGreen] Birth Mark Below Left Ear[/color]
[b]Skin Tone:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Ivory[/color]
[b]Body Type:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Slender and Curvy[/color]
[b]Clothing Style:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Earthy[/color]
[b]Footwear:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Brown Leather Boots[/color]


[font=Courier New][color=169306][center] [size=4][b] “The Beast Within”[/b][/size][/center][/color]
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[b]Eye Color:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Aquamarine[/color]
[b]Fur Color:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Golden[/color]
[b]Fur Length:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Medium[/color]
[b]Fur Texture:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Velvety Soft[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]‘5’’9[/color]
[b]Markings:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Black fetlocks, Black tipped ears and muzzle, and a White tipped tail.[/color]


[font=Courier New][color=169306][center][size=4][b]”Character Personality”[/b][/size][/center][/color][/font]


[b]Likes:[/b]

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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Art[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Literature[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Culture[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Music[/color]
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[b]Dislikes:[/b]

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[li] [color=LimeGreen]The War[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Conflict[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Forcefulness [/color]
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[table][tr][td][size=4][b]Date:[/b][/size] [size=3][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]March 7th, 2008; [i]The Wind Age[/i][/font][/color][/size]
[b]Journal Summery 2:[/b] [size=3][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]"Enjoyment and Discomfort"[/font][/color] [/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]As I sit here in my study, I recall my enjoyment in the arts. There is nothing better than a great work of literature and the critiquing of a historic painting or sculpture. I find it relaxing in a way, odd isn't it? Yet as I find my solace, I am deeply reminded of what usurps my time here.[/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]I am deeply threatened by the waging war and conflict among the species that inhabit this earth. There is nothing more hated to me than the pitifulness of the battle between good and evil; were-creature and Vampire. To me, everything is grey...there is no good and evil. There is the center of it all as you could say. I do not truly believe that everyone is placed into one of these groups. We all have aspects of both. And I leave you, my readers, to contemplate that...[/color][/font][/size]

[size=4][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]Sincerely,

Fable Aukland[/color][/font][/size]

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[font=Courier New][center][color=169306][size=4][b]”Character Biography”[/b][/size][/color][/center][/font]


[b]Home Land:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Limerick, Ireland[/color]
[b]Childhood:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Orphan[/color]
[b]Sired Transformation:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Bitten[/color]
[b]Preferred Prey:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Animals [/color]
[b]Moon Tidings:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Anytime[/color]
[b]Prey Transformation:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Fable only transforms the willing. She does not believe it is right to pass over the gift without the victim’s permission. When she does transform a person; it is a soft and gentle nip. [/color]
[b]Genealogy:[/b]

-Direct Linage
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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Brynhild McFalon (M) - Father [/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Sigrid McFalon (F) - Mother[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Trygve McFalon (M) - Brother[/color]
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-Indirect Linage (Adoptive)
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[li] [color=LimeGreen]Haugland Aukland (M) – Adoptive Father[/color]
[/li][li] [color=LimeGreen]Bjorn Aukland (F) – Adoptive Mother[/color]
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[font=Courier New][center][color=169306][size=4][b]”The Past Is What Holds The Future”[/b][/size][/color][/center][/font]

[table][tr][td][size=4][b]Date:[/b][/size] [size=3][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]March 8th, 2008; [i]The Wind Age[/i][/font][/color][/size]
[b]Journal Summery 3:[/b] [size=3][color=LimeGreen][font=Monotype Corsiva]"Some Things Remain Hidden"[/font][/color] [/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]My name is Fable Aukland, but I have not always been called this. For when I was freshly pushed from my mothers womb; innocent and defenseless; my name had already been chosen for me. I was to be called Maréad McFalon, a decent name I suppose. After all, it was chosen for me by my father, Brynhild. Ironic that a man who claimed to have loved my mother so much would be the on to break her heart and also name her child.[/color] [/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]As the midwives checked me for any deformities and cleaned my bloody body, my mother, Sigrid, had already been pronounced dead; she had passed from blood loss. Sad really, perhaps she could not bear to look at her own child for I have been told many times that I am my father’s child. I do not know though, for my father had abandoned my mother while I still grew inside her stomach. And without any immediate family to go to, I was left in a cold and harsh time; a time of great conflict between my kin, the Druid Vikings, and the Irish.[/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]The year was 795 AD when my kin had led small raids upon the Irish monasteries; planning to inhabit most of Ireland's coastline. Dublin was the most significant settlement in the long term and soon the Irish became accustomed to my clan. We intermixed and married and in some cases became allies. But I was a still a newborn as these historic events took place. So, all I know was either explained to me by my newly adoptive parents; the Auklands; or learned fully through history books.[/color][/font][/size]

~[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=3][color=LimeGreen]I have been told many times by the Auklands; Haugland and Bjorn; that I was a very odd and quiet child...even as an infant. I was always happy, to them, content with life and my surroundings. I guess I was their idea of a perfect child; never crying in the night and thankful for what I had as I grew. And grew I did. By age 6, I was as lively as could be. There seemed to be no bunds for my discovering nature. I guess, I was a dreamer; for there was nothing for me to worry about. I was on the top of the world. Yet some things can bring you down.
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~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]As I reached my 16th birthday; adulthood for a woman; the Auklands decided it was time for me to marry...to become a good wife and mother children for the next generation. But this was not what I had wanted. I wanted to be a free spirit, as you would say. Yet my dowry had already been set and I was to be married to a Scandinavian Viking by the name of Eldgrim Solveig. To me, he was a brutish an violent man. But such was the way of a warrior of Tyr; the god of war.[/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]In 1011 AD, Eldgrim and I were married, but Sjorn was not on my side. I was raped and beaten almost daily; possibly for not submitting to his demands of mothering him a son. But sooner than later, I had become pregnant with his child. It was a horrible occurrence for me...I was carrying the offspring of a wicked man. But this did not change my love for the child. So, putting this aside...I ran to save our lives.[/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]I could not go to the Aukland’s as Eldgrim would easily find me there, so I headed toward the prominent and wealthy province of Dubhlinn (Dublin). But as I reached the Barrow River, I became timid with my surroundings. It seemed, to me, as if the woods were filled with unearthly presence. And soon enough I was confronted by a traveling band of unnatural beings; being that would make the skin crawl on the bravest of warriors. I recall scattered memories from this confrontation...mostly screams, growls, and pain of the deepest sort. But these things were not the worst of the occurrences to happen; I had been changed...destined to walk the earth forevermore. And with no comprehension of this “change”, I still picked myself from the blood soaked dirt and continued my way towards Dubhlinn.[/color] [/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]Upon my arrival, the Irish folk of Dubhlinn were wary of me. They saw that I had the blonde hair and blue eyes of a Scandinavian. And their assumptions of me were right; I was part Viking. But with no other place to seek refuge, I continued on, in search of the Clondalkan Round Tower; a monastery that sheltered travelers and was a place Roman Catholic worship. But as the Round Tower came into view, my hope had dwindled. The Clondalkan had been pillaged and lay in ruin, obviously the work of my ancestors and kin. So, as I plopped down in the grass, hope gone, I had been approached by and odd and eerie couple; not many would take in a runaway Scandinavian, especially knowing that her "owners" would come looking. [/color][/font][/size]

~[font=Monotype Corsiva][size=3][color=LimeGreen]My assumption of them was of the deepest gratitude, for I now had a place to recover and birth my child...a child who I would come to love and accept as it grew in my womb. Yet as the months passed by, I began noticing primal urges in myself. I had a fond taste for raw meat and sometimes this beastly apatite seemed to long for the warm sensation of human flesh. But I had avoided this urge for some time, possibly my maternal instincts telling me not to risk my child's future.[/color][/size] [/font]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]By my ninth month of pregnancy, I had considered myself lucky for my husband had not come to reclaim me. I was a free spirit by this time, already used to the idealistic nature of things. Yet as the 13th of the month approached, I had gone in to labor. It was a joyous occasion for me,  but the pain was intolerable. I remember being tended to by the Agnew's; my caretakers; and twisting around like a fish out of water. It took nearly eleven hours for my child to be born. But [i]she[/i] was not born a normal child.
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~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]It suddenly came to me as the Agnew's screamed bloody murder, my daughter screeching on the floor. She was born a lycanthrope...and half changed at that. Her unnatural legs seemed to bend in ways not possible to a human and her face held ancestry with the foxes. I began to weep as I realized what had happen that night, nine months ago. It was not only me that had been changed, but an innocent child as well. And as she lay naked and sprawled out on the floor, screaming a high pitched scream at the top of her lungs, I had began to pulse with anger. I had seen the Agnew's try to murder my child, to rid their perfect Dubhlinn from an evil they didn't understand.[/color][/font] [/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]But why was my child half transformed you ask? Well, it was the night of a full moon and now that she was birthed...my maternal instincts would no longer resist my primal urges. I began to twist and turn, fangs extending and eyes dilated. Even a glossy tawny gold pelt seemed to wrap itself around me. The crackle of bones extending and spine twisting seemed to frighten the Agnew's. They knew I was a creature out of myth and legend. Yet finally, as I stood I could no longer resist the urge to feed my child that warm suculant man flesh. [/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]It still pains me today knowing that I was an uncontrollable beast that had killed the people who so willingly took care of me, but such was the way of a young blooded Were-Fox. So, I howled to the goddess of the mother full moon, Nanna., and headed towards the outer limits of Dubhlinn; child in hand. But my daughter who I would come to call Astrid was far from quiet as we left. Her screeching and cries of pain could be heard all throughout the province. And soon enough, the warriors of the village came seeking a fight. [/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]I imagine my child and I were a frightening sight to behold, for not many had approached willingly. But of the warriors was a brave soul, one who grinned sadisticly as he readied his spear. Yet I was stronger in many ways, and if I attacked...he would not have a chance. I remember trying to subside my infants cries, but was unsuccessful. She needed sustenance, and I as a mother had to carry out her call. So, with a deepened guttural growl, I licked my already blood tainted fangs and attacked head long.[/color][/font][/size]

~[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][color=LimeGreen]The sound of flesh ripping, bones crunching, and blood spraying was enough to put doubt in the strongest of men. Even I, till this day, feel ashamed of what I had done in my early years of being a lycanthrope. But my child needed constant feeding and attention on the full moon. So, as I killed the last of the warriors, I looked to the full moon and howled a sorrowful one. It was not right to feed my child innocent flesh; I knew this much. [/color][/font][/size]

~As the full moon seemed to fade and Balder shined his glorious light, Astrid and I had turned back and were now making our way through the Wicklow Mountains. As we reached the small village of Glendalough, I noticed that the residents were not Irish at all, but Scandinavian Danish Viking's. They were also known as the "Dark Foreigners" by the Irish as they were more violent.


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[font=Courier New][center][color=169306][size=4][b]”In Action”[/b][/size][/color][/center][/font]

[font=Courier New][center][color=169306][size=4][b]"References"[/b][/size][/color][/center][/font]

[b]Mentioned Gods/Goddesses:[/b]

[b]Sjorn:[/b] [color=LimeGreen]Goddess concerned with making men and women think of love; it is her duty to stop fights between married couples.[/color]

[b]Tyr:[/b][color=LimeGreen] God of war and the brave. He was the only god brave enough to put his hand in the Fenris- wolf's mouth so the gods could bind it. The wolf bit off his right hand. There is much debate about his lefthandedness. In the norse culture the right hand was given for a pledge, which could be why the right hand was placed in the wolf's mouth. It has also been noted, however, that the offering of the right hand is to show that it is free of weapons. A left handed person was sometimes considered evil because he could use a weapon with his left hand even though he shook with his right hand. Tuesday is named for Tyr who was known as Tiw, or Tiu, by the Anglo-Saxons.[/color]

[b]Nanna[/b] -[color=LimeGreen] Moon goddess according to Bulfinch. Wife of Balder and mother of Forseti. She dies of heartache after Balder's death and is burned with him on his funeral boat -- along with his chopped up horse and an unfortunate dwarf who Thor kicked in at the last minute.[/color]
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[b]Balder[/b] - [color=LimeGreen]One of the Aesir, his name means "The Glorious". He was also called the "god of tears" and the "white as". Balder, the son of Odin and Frigg, was described as a very handsome and wise god. Some consider him to be a god of light since he was so bright, light shined from him. Balder's wife was Nanna and they had a son named Forseti. Balder and Nanna lived in Breidablik [The Broad-Gleaming], where nothing unclean could be and there were "fewest baneful runes". Breidablik had a silver roof on golden pillars. At one point Balder had a foreboding dream. Odin rode to Hel's realm to wake a volva from the dead to find out the meaning of Balder's dream. She foretold Balder's death by Hod (Hodur), his fraternal twin. Frigg asked all things to swear not to hurt Balder but didn't ask the mistletoe because it was so young. Loki, diguised as an old woman, visited Frigg and found out Balder was invunerable to everything but mistletoe. Loki made a dart out    of mistletoe and tricked the blind god Hod into throwing it at Balder -- all the other gods were playing games by throwing various items at Balder --, thus killing him. Hermod rode to Hel's realm and got her to agree to let Balder return to the living if all things would weep for him. One giantess named Thokk, Loki in disguise, refused to weep for Balder, so he remained dead and was cremated on his funeral boat, hringhorni. He is supposed to come back to life after the Ragnarok. Snorri and Saxo Grammaticus give very different views of Balder and his death. In Saxo's version of this story, Hod is alone responsible for Balder's death. Snorri's account is available online. Saxo gave a very different picture of Balder: he was a vicious god who fought with Hod to marry Nanna. Balder's name rarely occurs in place names, therefore, it is thought that not many people worshipped him. The poets used his name to mean warrior.[/color]


[Urjasz Volkova]

Not doing staff job or anything, just read what you have so far and I like this style of bio, makes mine look really amateur haha

[fawn]

lol, I just thought I'd get unique....I like adding a personal touch. ^^