Post by luthyx on Jun 24, 2018 20:17:12 GMT•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Note: Hallgrim appears as a young boy, rather lanky in stature, with parted red hair and an impish face. His eyes are green. He dresses himself in rather basic clothing, with an old burlap cloak flung over his shoulders and a nasty scar on his right forearm from a Scauldron attack.  [Full Name] Hallgrim Ohlsen [Nicknames] Hall, Grim [Age] 14 [Gender/Pronouns] He/him [Affiliation] Berk [Rank/Occupation] Fisherman; former lookout [Alignment] Chaotic Good  [Personality] Hallgrim is, to most, a ticking time bomb. Though outwardly optimistic and friendly, he also has a long-running ruthless streak and a habit of holding grudges. Those who know him - which is nobody - also know that he has a lot of bottled-up anger issues stemming from his inability to have his voice heard through the crowd. Invisible, small, a fly on the wall - that's how Hallgrim thinks everybody views him. Whether or not that is true isn't his to know. Generally speaking, Hallgrim prefers to be on his own rather than with others. It isn't that he hates people, it's just that he thinks that they all hate him. He also has a tendency to eavesdrop and overhear things out of context, which give him a distorted view of the village and the outside world. He believes himself to be sneakier than he actually is, thinking that his anger and distrust don't slip through his happy guise (they do) and that he can flee from every eavesdropping and theft without leaving a trace (he leaves a lot of traces). During the time of the dragon wars, fighting dragons and repairing buildings was much more important than apprehending minor thieves like him, but now that they're over, the village can direct its energy elsewhere... [Backstory] Hallgrim was born and raised on Berk as the only son to a pair of fishers. He was a fairly average kid up until his parents went on a voyage and never returned. The village insisted that he continue the family tradition, even though he developed a fear of the ocean, having believed that it swallowed his parents whole. When he learned of Scauldrons, he blamed them for their demise. His childhood after that was a rough one. He had the family house all to himself: cold trinkets sitting on the mantelpiece, a fireplace never stoked, and beds long-abandoned are all that greeted him every night. He made do where he could, stealing from others to make a few extra coins on the side. Without his parents, though, he was constantly ignored. Later in life, as the raids grew worse, he had to pick up more and more odd jobs to keep himself fed. He often spent sleepless nights serving as a scout, ready to sound a horn at the slightest hint of a dragon attack. Sometimes, he'd even be thanked for spotting one when nobody else could, but that would be the only gratification he ever received. Now that the dragon wars are over, Hallgrim has mostly reverted back to fishing. He tries to avoid it when he can, as deep-set thalassophobia makes it difficult for him to focus. The newfangled career of dragon training interests him greatly, and he's been trying to worm his way in, starting by working to keep the stables clean. It's not a fun job, but it's a start.  [Name] Nothing yet! When he gets a dragon, I'll update this. [Class] dragon class here [Species] dragon species here [Temperment] What is your dragon like? Feel free to be as brief or detailed as you wish! [Backstory] Optional, especially for canon characters, how did you and your dragon meet? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• |
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