Entry for Open Concept
.:. Host Profile .:.
Name: Shaig, son of Borm
Gender: Male
Species: Troll
Age: 17 years old.
Appearance: Shaig is considered short for a troll, but compared to a human he is anything but, standing at 6'8". His eyes are bright blue and he has white hair cropped to a bob shape. From his head protrude two small, curved, white horns, similar to those of a goat, a sign he is still young. He has a tail, skinless except for a tuft of white hair on its end. Two small tusks poke out from his lips from his lower jaw. His skin is pale, and covered in traditional tribal tattoos, showing the tribe from which he came from. On the centre of his forehead is a white marking, a star, symbolizing his path of life.
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Personality: Shaig is quiet. Unless he knows someone really well, you’re not going to get much out of him. He’s also the one in lessons that sits to the side, intently listening to what is being said, but never contributes much to a group discussion, and if he does his speech doesn’t last for long. This is because he feels insecure with his ideas and notions, so does not feel very confident with sharing them with others. Because of his quietness Shaig can also be quite shy. It takes him a while to warm up to people, and he hates being singled out. Once again this is due to his lack of confidence. That being said, Shaig does not have a mean bone in his body. He’ll go out of his way to help and be kind, if he knows you. Whilst he would not be adverse to helping a stranger, he would find it tough, especially if they’d never spoken before.
History:
Shaig was born from the womb of the female Clegd and the seed of the male Borm. His father, a member of importance within the tribe had high hopes for his son, choosing the female to carry his offspring thoughtfully. The Kal'Nyk clan, a clan of known for it's strength and fierceness, took pride in producing formidable offspring, a feat which Borm was sure he would carry on.
His son was born, a small, slightly underweight pup, and soon after his birth was covered in the traditional markings of his tribe, a practice that is common with all tribes, for not only does it let others know where they came from, it can also prevent the theft of young offspring who are yet to be marked, who are then claimed as members of the thieving tribe. From there Shaig grew up like any other young pup, he was taught basic skills, trained, socialised, and left alone to live the life of a youngster.
On his 10th birthday he was taken by his father to see the Oracle, a great and mystical troll who is said to read into your future, and choose the path that is best suited for each pup. Every tribe has their own Oracle, though which is the most powerful is always debated fiercely. Borm was sure that his son would be given the path of a warrior, just like he, for he was strong and he had chosen a formidable female. Shaig however, was nervous. Skilled though he was, he'd never been as interested in fighting and combat as the others his age were, though he never let his father know, and although the only path he'd heard about was that of a warrior, he couldn't help wonder what else there might be.
His interview was short and strange. The oracle was a fat old troll, barely able to move from the seat he was in. His questions were ones Shaig had not expected and the tests were odd as well. Soon enough, the Oracle pronounced that the interview was over. Shaig knew what was coming next. He would be marked, just like his father had been and all the others of the tribe. His forehead would display the path he was given to all around him. The Oracle reached out and placed his hand on the young trolls forehead before closing his eyes and reciting something that Shaig could not understand. A moment later and Shaig felt a small sensation upon where the hand of the Oracle rested. Then the Oracle proposed he was finished and ushered him out the door, leaving the troll to wonder what path he had been given.
The path that Shaig was given was one that came as a shock to all, and an embarrassment to his father. He was assigned to be a priest, a servant to their god. The troll himself was not unhappy with the result, but his father was, abandoning him at ten and leaving him in the care of the one other priest in the tribe. There he was to learn the ways of his path, forgetting all about his father and finding a new father figure in Brojl, the elder priest charged with his care and training.
Shaig learned all about the was of the god. He practice and assisted in rituals, prayers, exercises and anything else Brojl decided was important that the young boy learn. Over time Shaig became comfortable in his path, glad he was a servant to the god. All memories of his fathers abandonment were gone, his life now filled with purpose and surety.
Shaig soon turned 17. Then came Gehenna and the weeks that followed, Shaig saw many strange things and even did some things that were well against his nature. Then, when he thought things could not get worse, a great rumbling began and soon the earth beneath them was opening up. The tribe panicked and fled in every which way, Shaig, having grown to love the priest who trained and cared for him went back to help him try to get to safety, knowing he was old and frail. Before he could, the very ground beneath him opened up and he was swallowed.
The last thing he remembers was falling, it seemed endless, then he was enveloped in a blackness. Moments later Shaig passed out and when he awoke, found himself in a world familiar, yet different to the one he was in, wondering how he was alive, and why there weren't any troll about.
Anything else we should know about them?: Uhghdfgash... basically a mismash of ideas I've had swimming in my head written in a way that I'm sure is not very coherent. Basically he lives on a world of a troll like species, where males predominate, and everyone is given a role. His is to be a servant to the god they worship, his father hates it and chucks him out. Shaig learns to love the role he's given then Gehenna hits and he's transported to the Edel world.
.:. God/dess Profile .:.
Name: Bodil
Gender: Female
Appearance: Imma leave this up to Ivy since she does amazing things anyway, but perhaps some inspiration: X | X | X | X
Domain: Strength
Personality: Bodil is a fiery, independent, strong willed goddess. She does what she wants when she wants. She says whatever she's thinking at the time, often forgetting to filter things. She's brash, direct and most of the time, humorless. Her people skills are not the greatest, thanks to her harsh nature, she can say or do things that can get others on the wrong side of her. She doesn't know how to treat others gently, which can also cause problems. She's willing to do what it takes to get things done, and wouldn't hesitate to rush in head first.
Anything else we should know about them?: Was going to try for hunt, but thought what other domains might be useful and came up with Strength (more so in a physical sense, but also in a mental sense), which I think could be useful when it comes down to combat and the like.
.:. Prompt Response 1 (Week of Plague) .:.
It was getting worse every moment. Blue eyes surveyed the makeshift tent that had become the ward for the sick and wounded. Things had been getting worse and there was no sign of it letting up. Whilst he himself was not a healer, Shaig and Brojl had been called to assist in the sick ward. They were responsible for sending prayers to the God for those that lay here wasting away, for them to get better and to see another day.
Today there seemed to be even more bodies than before. The healers were rushing around, trying to do everything they could be for every one troll that was on the rise, three seemed to come in to take his place. Why was this happening, Shaig wondered, why was the God doing this to all of them. They had been good, and he was sure he had never done anything wrong in the rituals and prayers he'd been reciting since he was eleven.
"Shaig," The sound of his name and a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to look at Brojl, his senior.
"Time to get started." the older troll motioned around the room. Shaig nodded, they were of no use standing here. They needed to get to work. Today he was sure the God would listen.
The pair split up and began to make their rounds, saying the familiar prayers of hope and health, of strength and determination. Each time he did it his heart seemed to get heavier in his chest, wondering if it was even worth it.
He left one bed and made his way to another, a patient whose head, wrapped in bandages made it impossible for him to tell who it was. He'd seen others he'd known in the wards. That was the worst, watching those he knew die.
He reached out and placed his hand over the heart of the one lying there and began to recite his prayers, praying that perhaps this one would make it out of the ward alive. Soon he was done. Shaig went to rise from his position next to his bed but the patient reached out his hand and clasped his arms.
"Thank you," came the strangled voice of the patient, struggling to make the words.
Shaig froze. The voice, though weak and distorted from the sickness that was draining him, was as familiar to him as the day he last heard it. It was his father. This was the father who had abandoned him when he was just 10 years of age. Now here he was, one of the tribes most mightiest of warriors, laying in a cot, dying.
Shaig nodded and hoped that his face did not show any recognition as to who the patient was. He was his father, but he'd also abandoned him, and as stupid as it would have been to imagine some kind of reconciliation between the two, that was what Shaig did. And now that might never happen. Only when he'd turned to walk to another did he let a tear fall.
