Delrof

Ragnar gives a disdained grunt at the knowledge of Audbjorns death, so use to the fact that he had outlasted another of his friends, though this time it was different for Audbjorn was brethren to Ragnar, the only one left who had now fallen to the wills of the Creator. And so he stood atop the height-most tower of Peremont, leaning upon that Greatsword given to him by Audbjorn upon his day of rejoice. Little did Audbjorns assailant know of the brutal campaign Ragnar would embark upon for the sole sake of avenging his fallen brother-in-arms.

Augustus Fournier chortles at the news, his plump digits plucking at wild berries from the exquisite gardens.

((I just used this version because it was the only one I knew of and the accent suited Fenrich quite well))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwNTQO50bQE The forest fell eerily silent as the injured young lad Fenrich, blood pouring from his wound as he pressed his digits along the steel trigger, though it was evident that the crossbow was in fact empty, and his opponent was the victor. A look of horror spread over Fenrichs face momentarily, at this age he didn't think it would happen so soon. "Jus' kill me.." His eyes flicker shut as the cold northern blade trims the hairs along his adams apple, everything was silent for what felt like years, Fenrich pondered over all the times he'd robbed, drank and gambled, all the times he was within the warm embrace of a fine lass, all the moments so long ago with his brother on the streets of Petrus, everything came back to him though he knew, this was it. All his life his luck was poor, and of all days it was this day that it was at its worst. Crows fled as the blade finally made its move, Fenrichs head falling clean from his lithe shoulders, for the northerner had mercy, and Fenrich was left to a better fate then what may of been bestowed upon him should his opponent not have shown the same mercy.

"Young lass.. shame she had to go such a vay." Ragnar would state dryly, not much emotion to his tone.

OOC Forum name: read it Skype name (you can PM me): You have it IC Name: Jimmy D Place of origin: Moss side, Manchester Past profession (strengths): Street thug/Mugger Inabilities (weaknesses): Overly impulsive, failed all GCSE's, Low intelligence Addictions (N/A is suitable): Alcoholic Starting equipment: Pen-Knife, Cricket bat. Bottle of discount water, packet cigarettes, discount loaf of bread, 3 cans of carlsberg special brew and a lighter. Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes, caucasian. Rough nike and Adidas tracksuit, #1 haircut, slender. Brief backstory (optional): Coming from the rough, crime ridden streets of moss side Jimmy D was brought up with 3 brothers and sisters in a council house by a single mother, his mother had a heroin addiction and often abused them. Jimmy D went to a public school and due to his naturally athletic genes he excelled in P.E. When he reached Y9 Jimmy D was kicked out of school permanently, thus failing all of his GCSE's, He took to the streets at the tender age of 14 and began his life of crime, he was given the nickname 'Jimmy D' over his birth name of James by his fellow thugs, one of them being 'Big T' Art/Picture (optional):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUvSSUy5QKk Ragnar of Banard stands tall atop the disgraced keep of Barrowyck, the noble Knight Inquisitor stood beside him, he speaks calmly "Zhis.. is zhis vhat they vanted?" the inquisitor retorted "I doubt it, but this is what they deserved." "Ja.. it is let it be known zhat this is vhat happens to those who dare cross Ashford." The two depart the ruin soon, leaving it to crumble on its own accord.

Character Name: Babazule Latunde Identity: Delrof Age: 22 Gender: Male Powers (Max 3): , Superhuman stamina, Superhuman speed, Molecular reconstruction Weaknesses: Known terrorist wanted by the United Nations (not sure if they exist in this) for taking the african country of Sudan, using his birth mutation to aid this and put the country under war lord rule. Origin: Sudan, League of Shadows, born with genetic mutation Personality Traits: Irrational, Impulsive, overzealous, Residence: Undisclosed location, Sudan Moral Alignment (Chaotic Good, Lawful Neutral, etc): Chaotic Evil Profession (Vigilante, Gang, etc): Sudanese War Lords Groups/Affiliations: League of Shadows, Sudanese War Lords Equipment: Basic rifles such as Ak-47's, Delrof is particularly skilled in close quarters combat due to his extensive training in the league of shadows, in which he was recruited into due to his genetic mutation. Suit/Outfit: (Literally my profile picture) Brief History (Optional): Art (Optional):

Ragnar, a survivor from the field witnessed Ehrick fall first hand. He later returned with a few of Ehricks brothers to reclaim his corpse, he watches Auster depart upon his mounted steed, muttering a prayer and signing the lorraine cross over his surcoat "Rest vell, servant.

Ragnar stands firm upon the highest tower of Peremont, a shudder taking his breath as his cold, ocean gaze is lit by the starlight. His expression turns to a grimace of raw pain, his off-white teeth chattering in the cold winds. He mutters to himself in an accent so recognizable to Dorian "Dorian.. small man, big ******* ego. You thought you could take zhat thing on alone? Vhat is ******* wrong vith you.. I remember vhen ve first met, ve vere not friends.. at all, though the events that forged our bond vere unconventional, in time I learnt to call you ally, even friend." He stops his eyes squeezing tight, the grimace tightening with it as a tear falls from his right eye "You vere supposed to be the vun to outlast me, damn it.. may you find peace in ze seven skies, bowman." he'd depart soon, an terrible grief overtaking the war-torn Decurion.

One could say I.. decimated you :J

4 eyes? Yum :J

Shader Request(Tahmas or Katiesc): katiesc Character name(out of curiosity): Augustus Fournier Minecraft Name: Delrof Race: Heartlander Gender: Male Age: 52 Reference as of hairstyle / face / skin: Perhaps a little less old looking, more hair on top of the head. Specific hair color / eye color: Greying auburn, grey/brown Reference as of clothing attire: Im bad w/ reference pictures.. anything distinctly french Renaissance shall do. Specific clothing colors: red, green and blue. Perhaps a bit of bronze here and there, I do enjoy bronze.. Agreed price: 550

Not sure if I'm getting confused with you or someone else. But I remember having an RP fight with one of your characters and it was.. brutal, I loved it. From what I remember you were a good rper and had a p cool ooc attitude, a good goy!

Decurion Ragnar of Banard raises a tankard in victory with his brothers at the news of the now incinerated Vanir fleet!

I messaged you about a spot on the waiting list but got no response.. I'd like a spot if possible.

Ragnar gives a dry chuckle of the idea that the Raevir are true highlanders, yet most of them have the common trait of filth colored hair and eyes, rather than the traditional of blonde and blue.

Character Name: Ragnar of Banard If not, Which Noblewoman Will Grant Your Stay: Lucienne de Bar Role-Play Response/Request to Invitation/to Come: Accepted