Post by thadeuskillgore on Oct 11, 2016 17:20:19 GMT -7
Character & Description:
From a quick glance, Holden appears to be in his early thirties, his beard starting to grow gray. His eyes gold which glow with a strange supernatural intensity. When in his presence many people often feel unease as he occasionally whispers to himself. Holden is a man of many trades, often doing whatever needs done. His outfit changes regularly but he keeps to brown jackets, and leather pants mostly.
Background Information:
Bragi hails from a small island where he was the eldest son of the local Sheriff. From a young age, he was groomed to be the next sheriff by his grandfather who was renown even on the surrounding islands as a man who could track a man to hell and back if needed. His Grandfather, Farris, was a man known to keep to the law, but had a wicked temper at times. Around his 16th name day, his grandfather past away. People came from all across the island to pay tribute to the legendary Law Man. He lived a normally life on the island until one day an outsider arrived on the island, a Tiefling named Cervante, who was wanted on charges of murder on the main islands. Holden, now in his early 30s, had never dealt with anything other than a rowdy drunk here or there so he took this job very seriously.
Holden followed Cervante to the burial Cairn on the island where he caught the Tiefling attempting to perform some sort of strange occult ritual. Armed with only his hunting knife, he approached the criminal and attempted to watch him more carefully. In the middle of the ritual Holden began to hear a strange faint whisper in the corners of his mind, " Watch out Young'n, this one is dangerous." It was a familiar voice calling to him, the voice of his dear departed Grandfather.
Cervante, looked up from his ritual to see Holden brandishing his blade behind the edge of the door to the cairn. Holden rushed in ready to grab the Tieflings hands and wrestle him to the ground.
"I SAID- WATCH OUT HOLDEN, DANG, YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO DAMN STUBBORN!"
The voice echoed in his mind, for a second Holden thought that it was his own voice trying to psyche himself up for this encounter.
"It's alright, I have this under control!" he whispered to himself as he turned the corner and charged Cervante.
"No you dont! Be careful," said the voice, this time Holden knew that it was not his own.
Holden was flung through the air by Cervante as he manipulated the arcane energies. This was not going to plan.
"Bragi, I know you can hear me. Don't worry, the calvary is here," said Farris as he pushed through the tear in the ethereal realm and lunged towards his grandson.
Holden's mind was jumbled, and he couldn't recall what happened after. Its been 6 months since his grandfather returned to help Holden deal with these new breeds of criminals. Holden left his home in search of Cervante, the necromancer. He was a big fish in a tiny pond, but together they are stronger than they were apart. Together, perhaps they find their mark and bring him to justice and let the old hero get his well deserved rest.
From a quick glance, Holden appears to be in his early thirties, his beard starting to grow gray. His eyes gold which glow with a strange supernatural intensity. When in his presence many people often feel unease as he occasionally whispers to himself. Holden is a man of many trades, often doing whatever needs done. His outfit changes regularly but he keeps to brown jackets, and leather pants mostly.
Background Information:
Bragi hails from a small island where he was the eldest son of the local Sheriff. From a young age, he was groomed to be the next sheriff by his grandfather who was renown even on the surrounding islands as a man who could track a man to hell and back if needed. His Grandfather, Farris, was a man known to keep to the law, but had a wicked temper at times. Around his 16th name day, his grandfather past away. People came from all across the island to pay tribute to the legendary Law Man. He lived a normally life on the island until one day an outsider arrived on the island, a Tiefling named Cervante, who was wanted on charges of murder on the main islands. Holden, now in his early 30s, had never dealt with anything other than a rowdy drunk here or there so he took this job very seriously.
Holden followed Cervante to the burial Cairn on the island where he caught the Tiefling attempting to perform some sort of strange occult ritual. Armed with only his hunting knife, he approached the criminal and attempted to watch him more carefully. In the middle of the ritual Holden began to hear a strange faint whisper in the corners of his mind, " Watch out Young'n, this one is dangerous." It was a familiar voice calling to him, the voice of his dear departed Grandfather.
Cervante, looked up from his ritual to see Holden brandishing his blade behind the edge of the door to the cairn. Holden rushed in ready to grab the Tieflings hands and wrestle him to the ground.
"I SAID- WATCH OUT HOLDEN, DANG, YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO DAMN STUBBORN!"
The voice echoed in his mind, for a second Holden thought that it was his own voice trying to psyche himself up for this encounter.
"It's alright, I have this under control!" he whispered to himself as he turned the corner and charged Cervante.
"No you dont! Be careful," said the voice, this time Holden knew that it was not his own.
Holden was flung through the air by Cervante as he manipulated the arcane energies. This was not going to plan.
"Bragi, I know you can hear me. Don't worry, the calvary is here," said Farris as he pushed through the tear in the ethereal realm and lunged towards his grandson.
Holden's mind was jumbled, and he couldn't recall what happened after. Its been 6 months since his grandfather returned to help Holden deal with these new breeds of criminals. Holden left his home in search of Cervante, the necromancer. He was a big fish in a tiny pond, but together they are stronger than they were apart. Together, perhaps they find their mark and bring him to justice and let the old hero get his well deserved rest.
