Adalrik && Kattarauga

[ulfrik]

AÐALRÍKR   
^{“noble prince”}  

NAME: Adalrik Mardolsson (ah-dahl-rik mahr-dol-suhn)
ALIAS: The Sedulous
AGE: Twenty-three
GENDER: Male
STANDING: Blacksmith, though trains soon-to-be Vikings.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight



LIKES:

• Ale Adalrik visits the local watering hole nearly every day to down a pint or two. Or seven…
  
• Cooking Since he grew up with only his mother, it was in due course that he would find an interest in this art. Having no sign of a father or father-figure to influence him, cooking never crossed his mind as a “sissy” activity.
  
• Dogs 
  
• Flirting Though this isn’t an overriding trait, he has a natural urge to be quite amourous when around females his age.
  
• Food He loves to eat, and eats a lot at that. This is partially why he pursued his culinary prowess, so he can make what he wants to eat—even though he actually isn’t that picky—whenever he wants it.
  
• Hunting This is really just a natural male drive, but he undoubtedly loves it. Especially with is loyal companion, Surtr.
  
• Meat Whether it is beef, mutton, lamb, goat, pork or fish—he will eat it, and savor every moment of it. If it is cooked moderately right, that is.
  
• Tribe’s Youth Adalrik likes the children of the tribe, as they are generally bursting with spunk and energy and are always up to something. He loves their creativity and imagination. Ironically, he is scared to death of having children of his own.
  

DISLIKES:

• Being Too Quiet He hates moments that are just creepily or awkwardly silent. If this were to occur around him, he’d be of the first to spice up the mood and get it going—as far from quiet as possible.
  
• Glow-Worms Though the dislike has toned down over the years, he is still perturbed by the sight of a Glow-Worm staring at him, upside-down from the cave ceiling.
  
• Hindrances He absolutely hates when things are keeping him from achieving something. Likewise, he dislikes people who are like so or try to negatively bring others down.
  
• Needless Fighting While he doesn’t look down upon justified quarrels, he isn’t too fond of pointless squabbling. Though as a teacher, he knows that the latter is more likely to happen especially with teenagers, so he isn’t too “preachy” about it. Most the time he’ll just break it up and continue with the lesson—but most definitely keep a watchful eye.
  
• Pain Though he can usually bear it, he dislikes him, or anyone for that matter, to be harmed—physically or emotionally. Normally he would do what he could to suppress it and keep it to himself, should he be the injured subject at the moment. Be it be otherwise, Adalrik would do all he could in his power to help.
  
• Vegetables He downright hates them, the whole assortment. He mainly just dislikes the common “dry” texture, or the taste altogether. The only time he would excuse them is when used as a flavoring or seasoning in dishes.
  

STRENGTHS:

• Active He is somewhat a busy-body, and hates sitting around when there are things to be done. And as it so happens, he always seems to have energy to spare.
  
• Handy The mechanic of his time, Adalrik can fix almost anything from furniture to weaponry. Though this may attribute to his smithing skill.
  
• Listening He is a very good listener and this makes him a good friend for anyone. Though he isn’t too good at devising a solution, he tries to help wherever and whenever he can.
  
• Patient Well, to a degree…
  
• Philogyny Perhaps this is why he finds flirting so enjoyable, or merely hanging out with females in general. Though the downside is that he can never be rude to a woman.
  
• Smithing Though it is unknown to him when the passion actually started—his mother says it is in his blood—but forging in the scorching heat doesn’t bother him, in fact he rather enjoys it.
  
• Physical Strength Being rather fit and built up in his arms and legs, strength of body is a definite outcome. And this makes him capable of lifting immense loads.
  
• Teaching He loves teaching, well at least his version of it. But because of his bond with his dragon, Kattarauga, he decided sometime after finishing training that he’d share his views and abilities with the new generations.
  
• Youthful Personality Since he’s in his early twenties, he can better relate to the teen Vikings-in-training. He may officially be an adult, but he still can have the devious mind of a child.
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Agility Since his physique is rather bulky-lenient, deft and agile maneuvers are somewhat difficult for him.
  
• Eccentric This trait surfaces from time to time, especially when he sees, for instance, a heap of scrap iron and mentally images what he thinks he can do with it. Often he may try to explain his ideas—however absurd—to anyone within hearing and has been known to receive an odd stare because of it. When he is in this state, he can get rather excited and can be prone to neglect things—like Viking training!—for fear he would lose the thought.
  
• Heavy Sleeper It truly is a dedicated effort to dislodge him from his slumber. He snores somewhat loudly, and has a slight rolling habit, as he has wound up on the floor—not having woke up at all—and wonder how he got there.
  
• Running Alike his ‘Agility,’ running is hindered, though not as much.
  
• Slow Learner He isn’t very booksmart, nor is he impeccably capable of learning from one. Several read-overs, if not more, are often the minimum. Through other means, like actually experiencing something is much, much more effective.
  
• Stubborn This is one of Adalrik’s most self-defining attributes. He can be adamant to something, anything, indefinitely and rarely does much pass through his thick head in this criteria.
  
• Terrible Liar He completely sucks at lying, and most people know this. Truth be told, this is why he doesn’t even try most the time.
  
• Unorganized/Messy Adalrik is most definitely a slob at home or at any other common commute. His shop a literal heap of scrap and grime—and he’s never had it any other way.
  
• Weak Drinker This is mainly why he monitors how much alcohol he consumes, as it doesn’t take too much to send him to a blubbering, stumbling, and definitely straight-forward flirtatious(not the subtle or teasing of the norm) state.
  

FEARS:

• Dying This is especially since he hasn’t lived much of his life, and wishes to go further than just being the village’s blacksmith.
  
• Maternal Death He has always been with his mother, and fears for her safety. She may still be in her forties, but he believes the years add up, so he takes every physical task of hers on himself.
  
• People Hating Him Adalrik is a bit of a people-pleaser, though he does has his limits.
  
• Seen as “Soft” Alike mentioned before, he had no father to influence him, so he tries hard to not act too kind, but he slips up from time to time.
  

AMBITIONS:

• Always Have a Friend Beside Him He knows who his true friends are, and he hopes to always have them with him should the moment call for it.
  
• Return to Ketta’s Home Since he sailed Thor’s Wrath to the Dragon’s Island where he befriended Kattarauga, he has always wanted to return there.
  
• To Have a Family Though this is more of an underlying desire, he keeps it to himself mostly, as he isn’t searching to start one quite yet. But he can’t deny the thought.
  

SECRETS:

• Inwardly dislikes his mother’s constant nagging of cleaning the house up and/or finding a suitable—as in one she approves of—bride.
  
• He feels that his mother is hiding something from him, but he can’t bring himself to ask.
  
• Sometimes he feels odd emotions at odd times, for instance he may suddenly feel pain in an arm or leg out of the norm or even feel elated when he had no reason so. (freaky twin crap O.O) Though he mentions none of this to anyone—not even his mom—for fear they would deem him a lunatic.
  

PERSONALITY:
  When confronting or being so, Adalrik is usually coolly smooth and can be at times a sweet-talker. With this, it is rather notable that he is a nice guy, as he dislikes being rude in every aspect he can control. He loves to have fun and often displays such in whatever he partakes in. He is extremely hard to agree with, should a conflict arise, as his obstinate characteristic heavily defines him. Also, he is a diligent worker and could slave over something—this is seen often within his shop—indefinitely until it’s done. In fact, this is how he acquired his byname, “The Sedulous,” after being seen days on end in his workshop, hammering and pounding away. Though he has caught wind of people deeming him such from his persistent coquetry—especially of his drunk persona. But he isn’t sure of the rumour’s origin.
  He is often told that he “needs a woman’s touch” as his home, shop, anything he inhabits or associates with is, simply put, the furthest thing from clean and fresh. But he often disregards this, as he isn’t too interested in locating a mate.


OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
  Adalrik is told he is handsome in the face, should this say anything. His face is lean, strong, and appealingly structured. He isn’t too fond of facial hair, so normally he is clean-shaven or bears stubble. His tresses are a deep brown and range from two to three inches in length. His bangs are trimmed just at the eyebrow and parted to his right. His hair is naturally tousled, regardless of what he may attempt to restrain it, and has a slight curl. His eyes are a deep emerald, darkened slightly by short black lashes. Adalrik can be described as burly though appropriately fit, especially in his arms. This is due to the constant time he spends in his workshop. Though he isn’t as broad or pudgy as some other Vikings, his wrought frame could certainly aspire to so. Height wise, Adalrik is roughly 6’4”. He weighs in at about 150-160 lbs, an appropriate weight for his structure. On his upper left arm, he has a tattoo of an aegishjalmur(its meaning is “protection or ‘irresistibility’ in battle”). This is the only tattoo he bears, though he wants more.
  When concerning casual wear, Adalrik very rarely wears anything heavy and bulky. He prefers more light and airy clothing, normally of common but thin wool and, especially in warmer months, linen. His more common attire may be a simple short-sleeved tunic or an undershirt with plain brown trousers. Simple goathide, soled half-boots are as far as Adalrik ventures for footwear. Personal ornaments aren’t a concern for him, but he does bear an iron Thor’s Hammer amulet on a plain chain around his neck practically every waking moment. Though in times of battle, he adorns one-and-a-half inch iron plates on his shoulders and chest, think fur-hide, strong, tough leather half-boots, and the like.



HISTORY:
  Borne to Stein and Mardoll, Adalrik and his twin brother Ragnarr had a humble living, though this dwelling was not in Berk, or in the Hysterians’ territory either. It was secluded and unknown of in a vast forest. His parents had their origins; his mother of the peaceful Hooligans and a father from the proud Hysteria. But this seemed to not deter them from their passion.
  And sadly that was all it was. A passion.
  Soon off after the birth of their sons, Mardoll and Stein bickered and quarreled endlessly. To the point where the sight of the other shot a seething hatred for the other, regardless of what they tried to solve their problems. Mardoll couldn’t stand a life with her new spouse and decided, barely after the twins’ first birthday, that it was time to go.
  The matter of the boys only caused further arguing before they somehow came to an agreement for once in their short-lived marriage.
  Mardoll was to take Adalrik, and Stein, Ragnarr.
  In the dead of night, Mardoll returned to Berk with a silent, sleeping Adalrik wrapped in her arms. Her old home still resided where she remembered it, albeit in a decrepit state then.
  Berk being the homely village it generally was, she was welcomed back—though not without several strange glances at the sight of an infant Adalrik.

  The farthest stretches of Adalrik’s memory lie in his early childhood, around ages five and six. This was when he really began to mingle with other tribe kids, and befriended many with his friendly and energetic personality. Having grown up in a dragon rich area, alike all the other children, he wanted a dragon. Badly. He grew with the stories of old, of the brave Hiccup and Toothless, and even of the others who bested the Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus. He loved the stories and they only made his desire heighten. Continuously he would venture out in Toothless’ Forest, sometimes accompanied with a friend, in desperate hope he would locate a dragon, even if he couldn’t acquire it—though he would certainly try! During this young age, he encountered several species of dragons, though namely Common Dragons, Terrible Terrors, and Glow-Worms—though he only came upon Glow-Worms when, in mal weather or simple exhaustion, he ran to a cave and resided in it for a bit; though he frantically ran from the location when an odd luminance in the dark caught his eye and he spotted the ceiling-clinging dragon staring at him. Needless to say, he rarely ever camped out in a cave again.
  Though his adventuring didn’t last long—or long enough—as Adalrik’s mother would come searching for him, screaming his name throughout the forest. Seem reckless? Actually there is nothing scarier than an enraged mother—didn’t one know that?—so veer clear. Very clear. And afterwards he was punished accordingly, of course.
  If all the shouting and screeching of his name wasn’t torturing enough.

  In his pre-teen years Adalrik could actually be productive, and he helped his mother about the house. Cooking, cleaning, laundry—he did and learned it all. And surprisingly, he didn’t mind it.
  Also at this age, his true imaginative side surfaced. He could give a fleeting glance at something and tell what he wanted to do with it. A weapon? Furniture? Within a heartbeat he would scurry over to a drawing pad and sketch the basic design and shapes and weighted pieces needed. Though he couldn’t make the thing himself—since he lacked the strength at the time to properly use a striking hammer—he would talk another’s ear off with the layout and plans he could do with it. Unfortunately, he was a bit small to start as a blacksmith’s apprentice, but that didn’t stop him from building up and prepping his muscles for the impending stress and might needed to run the occupation.
  But one mustn’t forget. Adalrik still longed for a dragon, but over the span of years he matured and knew better. Besides, he was already promised to be able to catch his own—his very own dragon, with own hands and strength—when he reached Viking Training age. Thirteen.
  And he couldn’t wait for the day…

  The fated date came. A week or so before he started training, he sailed out, making berth from the ship’s dock and heading straight for the Dragon’s Island. The tides were rough and trying, but his overflowing youth of energy and childhood dream driving him—nothing could stand in his way. He wasn’t deterred as numerous wild, ferocious dragons taunted them from the air and from below. Not when the ship almost ran aground from narrowly evading late-spotted, unsuspected jutting rocks that could easily puncture the hull if the vessel as if it were paper. His desire couldn’t even be bested when a small flock of Terrible Terrors crowded the sails and pricked the canvas with their tiny though sharp claws, causing momentary downtime.
  If anything, it only fed the all-consuming fire that was his adrenaline.
  Looming closer, his was surging with thoughts of what he may encounter whilst on Dragon’s Island. A Deadly Nadder? Monstrous Nightmare? Night Fury?—this truly was sending his mind awhirl, he’d even be content in only spotting the legendary species, though he would definitely attempt to catch the beast.
  Banking on the rocky shore finally let reality set in for him. He was there, the ancient volcano of stories past. It seemed so surreal, also. Barely taking in a moment’s of the scenery, he took off in a dash toward the abandoned volcano. The air was dense and foggy, and he could barely see a foot’s worth before him. Then suddenly, the next thing he knew was that he was diving face-first to the ebony-coloured floor. His foot had hit something hard and as he turned to see what was in fact the culprit of his indignant faceplant, what caught his eye was two yellowy, shimmering slitted eyes—apparently disturbed and irritated at his appearance, or rather, having seen a black ridged tail in the cavity-opening he just ran through, his pestering. The dragon, which Adalrik then recognized as a Flamehuffer, rose to its feet and strode slowly, forebodingly over to his collapsed form. Young Adalrik cowered slightly at the looming dragon, and his eyes had grown wide when the beast lowered its head level to his and barely an inch away. Her yellow cat-like eyes bored into his green ones, scrutinizing him, surveying him, watching him and every fleeting glance of hopeful escape.
  But the shuffling of heavy footfalls alerted Adalrik then, and he jumped forward and hooked his arms around the dragon’s small neck. The Flamehuffer hadn’t budged—merely raised her iridescent golden orbs to the odd little human. To the incoming Vikings, it seemed that the young teen actually captured a dragon; so soon after their arrival on the island. Though apparently after seeing the new humans, the Flamehuffer began to be mischievous. Its mouth opened slightly, letting seep out lava.
  Right on the unsuspecting Adalrik’s foot, whilst he was still trying to show off.
  Not without a startled yelp, he had released the dragon and, hopping on one foot, clutched his boot; and tried to tear the garment off as he felt the extreme heat soak through. Once relived of the boot, Adalrik could hear odd chuckling and soon found it was originating from the Flamehuffer beside him. Humiliated though even more driven to take down the dragon, he had launched at mirth-riddled beast and linked his limbs around it once more. This happening didn’t go as he had originally thought.
  Barely after the teen secured himself, the Flamehuffer darted for the cavern opening. With that running start, the orange and black dragon took to the sky. Stunned by the event, Adalrik glanced about as the dark setting of the volcano was dissolving into the foggy air of outside. Though the grey atmosphere had rushed by and then he was far above the island and amidst the rich blue of the clear sky. He felt he should have been frightened by the sudden change and loss of land, but his excitement and predominant longing for that particular happening to occur overridden any other emotion thereof. He hadn’t realized he was clinging to the dragon under him as if for his life’s sake and then immediately loosened and rose slightly to look down and to marvel at the height the Flamehuffer had acquired in such short time. This moment was undoubtedly when Adalrik chose that particular dragon for his own and said Flamehuffer likewise.

  It was an odd friendship, but the two easily played off each other’s personalities and quirks to make the pair one of the most humourous to observe but also equally efficient in Training.
  Adalrik learned the hard way of the Flamehuffer’s gender. Having assumingly addressed it as “he”—since apparently all good dragons are male—he, Adalrik, earned a good thwack! to the head from the dragon. Needless to say, he never underestimated a girl of any species after that. And from the femme Flamehuffer’s mischievous and somewhat snooty attitude he fully considered naming her “ketlingr”—Old Norse for, literally, “kitten”—just to dig at her but later decided using his mother’s favourite flower, a forget-me-not (Kattarauga, “cat’s eye,” in Norse).

  Their years of schooling went by without a hitch, though of course bickering and fights arose, which is only commonplace for male teens as their hormones went haywire. Intriguing enough, even with all biological happenings and maturing going on, Adalrik never found the time to take interest in anyone. Sure he may have thought a girl was “cute” or “pretty” but even with all his pride and flair, it didn’t cross his mind to partake in the ritual of dating and being chaperoned. Not at all during his teen years did this occur, since he figured there would be more than enough chances to do so in his adulthood…


  And now as he looks back on his adolescent- and childhood, Adalrik half-wishes he had tried to acquire a bride during such years, where it was much simpler. But he loves his single dwelling, since he moved out of his mom’s house and lives out on his own; across the small village where he has a view of the vast ocean. And the more thought he puts into the matter of living free and unhindered as opposed to spending a life with—who he hopes to be the flame of his life—he most certainly chooses the least hazardous route. Being a bachelor.
  Another reason he probably hadn’t proffered himself for matrimony may be because he simply can’t find the time from his jobs as not only a blacksmith, but as a student instructor as well. But don’t get him wrong he absolutely loves both of his lines of work, though sometimes he feels they get in the way of some matters.

PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
 STEIN KETILSSON(the fervent); father; hysterian; forty-four; alive
No one knows who Adalrik’s father is, as he is from the Hooligan’s rival tribe. In his home, he is known for his warm and welcoming attitude, hence his title. But he was also famous for his passion and ambitions—often extraordinary.
 MARDOLL GETTISDOTTIR(the harmonious); mother; hooligan; forty-two; alive
Mardoll is exceptionally kind and caring, and she treats everyone fairly as she bears no discriminating peeves. Often she has a side that is only seen within the family or close friends. This side comprises of repetitive nagging and urging and even can be somewhat conceited when it comes to matters about her son, Adalrik.
 RAGNARR STEINSSON(the eminent); twin(younger) brother; hysterian; twenty-three; alive
Ragnarr is also known to be an only child in his tribe, and he doesn’t know of his mother, alike Adalrik is unaware of whom his father is. He is generally a burly and rough guy, a bit of a spitfire attitude, and loves the sight of a slain beast—especially dragons. He lives with his father and he is mostly a warrior—and one of the best Hysteria can offer.
 SURTR; pet dog; norwegian elkhound; six; alive
Surtr is a faithful friend to Adalrik and would never leave his side in a time of need. He is an excellent hunting dog, though knows when to cut the predator guise. Adalrik took Surtr in when he was a puppy around when his mother became disabled, and mainly acquired the dog to defend for his mother when she is going about or at home. But within his first few years, Surtr bonded closely to both Vikings and loves the company of either. Adalrik has taught him to retrieve various things, such as tools for smithing.



WEAPON OF CHOICE
  He has no special heirloom or inheritance of any kind, as he makes new weapons whenever he needs one. Medium axes and average to long length swords are what he is best at.

KATTARAUGA  
^{“cat’s eye(forget-me-not(flower))”}  

DRAGON NAME: Kattarauga “Ketta” (ket-tah-raw-gah “ket-tah”)
DRAGON TYPE: Flamehuffer
DRAGON PERSONALITY:
  Kattarauga can be often described as, simply put, lazy. But this isn’t always so, she merely feels no need to exert herself or even get up if the need is irrelevant to her motives. She is frequently indifferent over matters, or appears so. She is nearly always composed, rarely has she slipped up and exposed herself. But Kattarauga is incredibly intelligent and witty. At this, she is able to understand and respond flawlessly in Norse. She is a rather admirable fighter and she isn’t one to be trifled with, nor does she take crap from anyone very kindly. Often times she is blunt with conversations and remarks, stating her opinion very openly and regardless of another’s insistence—if she believes someone needs to be slapped around or called out, she will very readily do so. If it isn’t apparent already, Kattarauga isn’t afraid to confront even a human to put them through their paces.
  Generally, she only lets Adalrik address her informally, “Ketta.” But from those her age—at least mentality wise—she is fine being called by so. Anyone younger than her, in any aspect, is a downright no. A good clobber to the head with her tail is what one can expect afterwords.
  In her younger years, Kattarauga was a scheming little thing, as she always picked on her rider in their years of Training. But she has matured now and though she still can be rather mischievous, it is only to those she is well acquainted with.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES:
  Kattarauga is very lithe in form, and only stands six-and-a-half feet tall(when properly on all fours and neck is proudly straight). From snout to tip of her tail she is roughly ten feet. Compared to other dragons, her neck is somewhat short, though she is still able to curve her neck to see most of what is behind her. As common to dragon proportions, her tail is half her total length. Overall, she is a medium-sized dragon, her loss of stature due to her gender. But her smaller mass allows her to be rather deft in footwork, stealth, and flying.
  Her slitted eyes are a vibrant, iridescent, yellow. Her scales are a vibrant orange and often reflect a yellow hue. But her tougher scales are black, and these are mainly seen on joints(elbow, knee, shoulder, ankle, etc.); regularly abused areas(paws, wings, mouth-lining); and her spikes, which aren’t technically “spikes” but are blunt points—these can be found running the length of her back and tail, in two parallel ridges. The black is reminiscent of the lava rock of her home, and seems to have the physical characteristics of them, like the porous though sturdy surface.
  As with other Flamehuffers, Kattarauga is able to breathe, not fire, but lava. Though another species-common characteristic is, of course, that water doused on her head can quickly end any attempt she has of spitting lava at someone, though undoubtedly she’ll be in a crankier mood.
  Amongst themselves, Adalrik and Kattarauga never actually adapted quick-names for their moves or techniques they perform. Attributing to this, the two know what the other is thinking, as they can communicate easily.

KEYWORD IN RULES: *********

I’ll get his twin up soon, it ought to be quicker since he doesn’t have a dragon… Okay, screw that. I don’t feel like making a human, as I know my next character will be a wild dragon, so he’s up for grabs if anyone wants him. If nothing starts for the twin then I’ll make him when moar Hysterians populate the place, but before then, very unlikely. PM me and let me know~

Since he’s a blacksmith he’ll probably need a striker, or at least an apprentice. So, anyone wanting to? xD

~finished~
Sorry he has, like, two occupations, but I had remembered Gobber from the movie had both responsibilities of training and blacksmith and I kinda took that approach… >.>

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Oh. By the way, this biography is done now~ In case it wasn't spotted--even though it may not have even got the chance yet by another staff member. But just to reassure me, in all reality. ^w^;; 'Cause I know I left this thing untouched for a few days so I had the urge actually notify anyone about it... heh.

I don't even care who I receive critique by, I love hearing what I should do a biography--or anything, really--to make it better~

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Upon reading this about three times, I honestly cant find anything to complain about. Unique character, unique dragon, great Biography, clearly a well-thought out character.

Props, props~ ^^