Kylan

Introduction

Life for him used to be sailing and raiding in days long gone by. It started simple, taking other villages for supplies needed to survive the harsh climate in which they lived. But then it grew into more... raiding became fun and he started to loot and pillage to the true horror of Norse 'mercy'. Delving into the world of the unnatural to raid along with his captain, Vigdis. It was glory to sail the long ships and he quickly rose to attend the Captain as the lead of her Rangers. To scout upon landfall to raid and disorient those that they attacked. It is said that he had the ability to appear and disappear at will appearing from them trees themselves.

How much was hype or even what has been lost to legend will never by known perhaps but he was known for brutality to those they came across. To destroy that which the Captain set their eyes upon. But like all, pride comes before the fall. They over extended it was a Wendigo trap that sent her to that realm of pain and punishment Kylan ending up tumbling into it with her. But then one day... she was gone and he was left there in that pain. That is... until The Beast showed up.

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Stereotypes

	"Fight them in the day and be far away by night."
	"Most of them are a joke. Though some understand true power and command respect."
	"Ghost stories? There must be a line somewhere."
	"Once held such a proud history... I wonder what has happened to them."
	"Hertics playing at the work of the Gods. Steel is the only claim one needs."
	"The lack of faith is embarassing. Such weak mewling creatures they are now. Perhaps some will grow spines it is more fun when they struggle."
	"Creatures of Hel's design... I wonder how hard they are to kill. Shall we find out?"

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Contacts

Nerezza: A brazen a little dragon priestess. This will be fun.

Legs: I'm glad you know where you belong. All the better that you enjoy it.

Ronni: An archer and maker of moonshine. I'm guessing this explains the joy all the time?

Darrel: Seems to be a good ally. Time shall tell.

Van: You make no sense.

Carver: Little Van needs to stop losing limbs.

Braddock: Strange man... not sure who, or what, you are just yet. But not one to cross lightly.

Rishka: One witch I don't wish to burn. Far too much fun having her around.

Marion: You know, for a vampire you've got a really nice house...

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RP Hooks

From the past: He doesn't act like someone from this time period... he HAS been out of it for the last few centuries after all.
Kinain: There are hints of troll in him mixed with some redcap, his blood line is muddled and corrupted to those that can spot it.
Clothes: Is that chainmail peeking out from under his shirt?

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Advantages and Flaws

Anachronism: It does what? Why? No I'm not going in that levitating box, where are the rutting stairs!?
Illiterate: Well if it's so damn interesting why don't you read it!

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Kylan
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Overview

Real Name:	Kylan Garik
Date of Birth:	Early 11th Century
Nationality:	Nordic
Apparent Age:	Mid Thirties
Race:	Possessed
Type:	Fomor
Demeanor:	Tradionalist
Nature:	Predator
Height:	6'3"
Weight:	240 lbs