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ohghxst · 2 years ago

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— dear all nations, OSKAR ASULF has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of DAYLIGHT by DAVID KUSHNER. the CLAN MEMBER of HALVEN MADSEN CLAN is known to be AGAINST making peace. HE reminds me of BLOOD STAINED TEETH, AND SCARS OF BATTLE STITCHED ACROSS SKIN; THE SMELL OF COAL AND IRON however did you know that DURING ONE OF THE RAIDS, OSKAR SPARED/SAVED A GIRL BY HIDING HER UNDER DEBRIS. HE IS ALSO FOR MAKING PEACE BUT FEARS HE WILL LOSE HIS PURPOSE IN LIFE ?

tw: death, illness mentioned, injury

[ statistics ] ⸻

full name : oskar asulf

nicknames : os

age : 29

gender + pronouns : male he/him

orientation : heterosexual

[ appearance ] ⸻

height : 6'0

hair colour : brown

eye colour : deep blue

dominant hand : left

distinguishing scars : small scar underneath his left eye, many deep scars that run along his left leg from when they had to cut the arrows from his leg.

brown usually in some sort of braid. the only time it's not is when he is getting ready for bed. since getting injured now has a slight limp to his walk, he refuses to a cane. wears a scorn look on his face for the majority of time. tattoos decorate his body, one on each shoulder.

[ background + family ] ⸻

birthdate: january 9th

rank : strategist, viking

mother : astrid asulf (deceaed)

father : ubbe asulf (deceased)

sibling(s) : n/a

[ introduction ] ⸻

amidst a frigid blizzard, you made your grand entrance into this world, unleashing chorus of cries that echoed through the night. your arrival was not without its challenges, for it came at a great cost - the life of you dear mother. your father, once a loving man, became distant and cold. he was present only at meal times, until you grew tall and strong enough to wield a weapon.

warriors ran in your blood, a legacy passed down from your father's father's father. he was legend, or so the stories went. and your father was determined to carry on that legacy through you. he trained you relentlessly, never once praising you unless you were perfect. but perfection was an impossible standard in his eyes.

when your father fell ill and passed away on your nineteenth birthday, you were left to fend for yourself. you joined the halven madsen clan in their raids on england, , not for the sake of land ownership, but for the thrill of battle. fighting was all you knew, thanks to your father, and thanks to him, you were a force to be reckoned with.

but you were not just a fearsome warrior on the field. you were a clever one too. when a few sharp arrows found their way into your leg, your career as a soldier shifted, you became a strategist, or perhaps you were already one, planning not just the next five moves but the next twenty. though you now walk with a limp, and cannot participate in battles as much, you are far from an easy target.

you were raised to be nothing more than a warrior and a warrior you shall die

[ hooks ] ⸻

it's been just bit over 7 months since his injury. while normally a grumpy person, his leg sometimes throbs in excruciating pain making him in an even worst mood.

has always been one to outsmart his opponent. yes, brute force works just as well, but seeing the look of disbelief of being outdid on enemies brings a smile to his face.

is aware of the amount of hate he has gained over the years, and does not care.

is only soft toward animals and very, and i mean very, few people. would rather be alone.

being raised for one purpose, oskar doesn't know what his plans are for the future should there be peace. secretly, he wishes for peace, but what does someone who smells of war do in times of peace?

#nomad.intro #tw: death #tw: illness #tw:injury #Ⅰ. ⸻ › 𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒶𝓇 ‹

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ohghxst · 2 years ago

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𝐎𝐇𝐆𝐇𝐗𝐒𝐓 | a muti - muse blog for the group nomadhqz featuring oskar asulf, esme sattari , osian llewellyn , haneul , aysun phokas , ragnar eskilsen written by fran ( she/her . est )