Vroskar
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[ Mix of: Unicorn/Pegasus ]
Vroskar: 3 Rift Force | ||||||||||||||||
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Current status: The rift ate his blood magic and so he feels very cold and ill (and probably a bit grumpy). Skinny from lack of appetite.
Vroskar is draft-resembling but athletic with a thick neck: Rough reference
Built sturdy and long-logged with a roman nose and swan neck
Bay roan coat, long and fluffy like that of a wolf
Short, thick and messy mane and tail; black w sunbleached orange ends
A short forelock peaks out over his horns, looking a bit like a mohawk
Horns colored like so curling down around his jaw
Silver eyes with red flecks
Blood is molten, glowing red and scalding upon contact
Elongated canine teeth that poke out of his mouth
Curly black beard and short feathering
Dependable, proud, adaptable, observant, protective, resilient, persistent, devoted.
Gruff, distrusting, private, depressive, suffer in silence type, confrontational, prone to anxiety.
The name Vroskar is pronounced "vrah-skaar" and comes from Vrka (meaning "wolf") and Oskar (meaning "warrior")
bloodline (work in progress)
Born from the cinders of a war-ravaged land, Vroskar began life in a place mostly wiped clean of it—a small and sinless thing so out of place among the wreckage.
The peoples of Jardis were a hardy bunch, accustomed to the throes of war and grief and ruin, but the Seige of Lost Brothers left them battlesick and reeling. A victory, but one that came at far too high a cost. Vroskar's father was one of the nine who returned, and wasted no time spreading his seed. He begot two sons the following spring—the first, Vakri, to a medic named Druna. The second, to a warrioress who had fought alongside him.
Skuld; angry and as fickle as wildfire. She gave birth to Vroskar on the very battlefield where so many of their own had fallen, smoke still rising from the embers. Like the first bud to grow from the ashes, Vroskar slipped from his mother's womb and took his first steps covered in soot.
Ashvorn, she called him. And he was their hope.
Resilient as they were, Jardis recovered. A new crop of younglings was born and their grief was all but forgotten. The high mountains—the lands of Always Winter—made them rugged and hardy; brave of heart and strong in body. Vroskar was no exception. He was weaned on tales of valiant warriors; of great sacrifice in the name of brotherhood and justice and love. Thus he was honed with a deep sense of family and devotion to those he holds dear, a belief that has stayed with him to this day.
Sire: Arvaskr, dead—unicorn
Percheron, gray, 19 hands
Dam: Skuld, unknown—unicorn
Mustang, red roan, 16.1 hands
Brother: Vakri, alive—unicorn (Arvaskr x Druna)
Percheron, appaloosa, 18.2 hands
Threadlog 2 threads |
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Subject | Location | Participants | Last Post |
The blind leading the blind | Tar Pits | Valkyrie, Vroskar |
08-01-2018 by Vroskar |
Fever Dreaming | The Portal | Rift Presence, Valkyrie, Vroskar |
05-29-2018 by Valkyrie |
No magic.
No items.
No companion.
- Enlongated canine teeth
- Long, thick fur like that of a wolf
- Commit 1 of the 7 deadly sins.
- N/A
You may always use magic/force on/against Vroskar (excluding powerplay). Please note that Vroskar's own personal opinions and thoughts do not always reflect my own and he can be somewhat offensive/insensitive.