I'll put mine here then, just for easy reference in the future:
Name: Svari Gynnsam
Age: 21
Personality: Usually quiet and standoffish, he doesn't waste any unnecessary words or movements. He almost always has a serious grimace on his face, and is constantly on the alert for danger. The only thing that works to loosen him up is hearing stories of the before times and the great Sherpas, or of battles fought long ago. He has a hard time remembering the details of stories and legends himself, so he loves getting the chance to hear someone else tell one.
Bio: Svari has always been large and athletic, even when he was a young boy. He was always first pick when it came time to choose teams for a game or contest. It was no surprise to him or anyone else when he was chosen to become a protector. He bore this responsibility with pride, and was happy with the role he was destined to fulfill. When his match with the girl he had loved since early childhood, Laika, was approved by the Elders, he thought life couldn't get any more perfect. The two of them had plans to start a family together after Svari's proving ceremony. Those plans were interrupted when Laika was taken from him by the wolves. Svari still bears a scar on his face from that horrible day. It not only robbed him of the one he felt he was meant to spend his life with, it completely undermined the solid confidence he'd had in himself as a protector.
Now, the time for his group to begin their trial has finally come. He wants to prove his abilities not only to his tribe, but to himself. And hopefully, in his mind, he will either fill the void left behind by Laika through acheiving something great, or die in the frozen wastes. Either way would be better than continuing to nurse his sadness.
Role: The Protector
Weapons: His trusty axe, and a long hunting knife he keeps at his belt.
Equipment: Snowshoes, two extra smaller knives for carving up kills, a length of rope about 20 feet long, and a protective charm given to him by one of the elders.
Appearance: Stands at an imposing 6'5" and is heavily muscled and broad-shouldered. Standard blonde hair and blue eyes for an Ikean. Has a long scar stretching from his lower jaw across his right cheek.
Extras: Svari is a rather superstitious man, and often sees ill omens in things like the shape of a malformed rock, or a raven flying directly overhead. His aversion to these 'bad signs' grew stronger after the incident where Laika was killed.
So a bit unrelated but not. I thought (in a drunken state) I wanted to get an idea what we would be going through, you know winds, cold, and what not. Immersion learning for story telling. So long story short I stayed in a walk in freezer for about 10min drinking cheap vodka. I thought it would be funny to share
Personality: While not the most upbeat person, Kavalkad usually tries to be minimally charismatic. Even in the worst situation, he still tries to find a way to make a joke or keep everyone's spirits lifted. Even though he is not one to smile fully, a smirk can usually be found on his face unless the situation demands by all means that he should be serious. As his mother used to tell him, "The snow may freeze your skin and bones, but never let the cold into your heart."
Bio: Born to Raklev and Malm Tjena, Kavalkad spent his early days in relative comfort, playing with every child in sight, and just having the grandest ball of a time. With his father, Raklev, working as a scout, and his mother, Malm, working as a cook, his life was full of both excitement and peace. Every time his father would return from the surface, he would be right at the front of the welcoming party, ready to hug him and welcome he and all of his team home. On nights when his family would gather for bed, his father give him gifts and fill him with stories of his journeys, telling him of places like the great Burlington Cavern, and a large open temple devoted to a man called Sam Walton. While some concepts flew right over little Kavalkad's head, he was always mesmerized, and dream to one day to follow in Raklev's footsteps and explore the mysteries of what was before the snow. This peace remained unbroken until one day, on Kavalkad's 13th birthday, when Raklev's team returned, but his father was missing. The dead silence of the room was deafening as all eyes locked on little Kavalkad when that fateful question left his lips, "Where is my father," and the only response he was met with was, "With the Great Sherpas, little one."
It took weeks, if not months, for little Kavalkad to begin speaking again. Malm slipped into a trance at the loss of her beloved husband. As Kavalkad began his years of study, his mother's eyes glazed over with the past, seeming to never escape back to the present. Even the Elders began to worry of her, asking themselves whether or not she was fit to care for the still growing child. The pain in her heart was everlasting, and she grew more distant with everyone until one day, when Kavalkad, went to check on his mother, who did not appear at the cooking lines, and found her in eternal sleep. Through pats of reassuring, and looks of pity, Kavalkad, now a young man, pressed forward. He was given to another family for the last few years before the Selection Ceremony. He completely focused on studies and fitness, making sure he was at least somewhat able in both body and mind, before that fateful day arrived. Whether through boldness or stupidity, Kavalkad bowed before the Elders, begging them through sour tears for the opportunity to follow in his father's footsteps. After half an hour of scolding, one Elder spoke up, "Perhaps... the Sherpas have planted this young man on this path. Surely, you all remember that day... when young Raklev came before us and did what his son now does. The pain that has weighed on his heart was simply a test of his resolve." Yes, that was the day when Kavalkad not only became a scout, but showed that he was truly his father's son. As he walked away, though, he promised himself something- that he would not leave anyone behind; that sons would not become without fathers, and daughters without mothers. He has not yet chosen a wife. Rather, he asked to finish his proving first- to cement his place among his people before having children. Now he seeks to do just that.
(A/N: I know this is pretty over-written, CZ. Let me know if there's anything you'd like for me to change so it fits with the story or lore better)
Role: Shaman
Weapons: Kavalkad likes to carry a 15 inch machete with a serrated back. He usually stows it under his pack, the hilt protruding by his right hip. He also a small assortment of knives of varying shapes and sizes attached to various parts of his body- one on the small of his back, one on his left forearm, and one on his right calf.
Equipment: Kavalkad carries a decently sized grey and white backpack with various medical supplies, including chest seals and splints, as well as a set of medical tools in case something needs to be treated with more than a slap of a bandage and a pat on the back. He also tries to always bring along a few glowsticks, a box of matches, and a small pouch of snacks for when he is hungry but no one else is.
Appearance: Kavalkad stands at 6', with a slightly below average build. He has decent facial hair everywhere but his cheeks, and his hair is usually shaved. He always wears a thick wool long-sleeved shirt and pants with thermal inlays. He has a pair of brown boots that a somewhat beat up but still work, as well as a jacket lined with animal furs. he has brown eyes, and a thin nose with a pointed jawline.
Extras: Kavalkad has never been one to remember names too well, so he likes to give nicknames to people so that they are easier to remember.
So as an addition I thought it would be a good idea to implement music to some of my posts, these will give a general feeling to the environment or theme of what's going on. There will also be some instances where the music will give hints to the task at hand. I have a pretty extensive music selection so expect so vastly different selections
Personality: "What kind of person am I? Well to my friends I think they would say I'm reliable, hard working, and determined. When the work with me I'm sure they would change that to something like annoying or pushing but that's because I know we can do it. I often take on extra work so that it's easier for others, I don't mind it. As long as the rest of the team is good I'm good. My parents told me I am a bit stubborn and too focused on the task at hand, that I'd rather go through the mound than around and I don't disagree. I'd say I'm resourceful and innovative, I'm brave but I know that's often confused with ignorance but that's fine with me. I think that's all there is about what kind of person I am."
Bio: "Well let's see where to begin. Well, unlike other children my parents were not young when they had me they were quite into their years when I was born, apparently after multiple attempts. I can't imagine what that was like. Growing up was rather normal, my parents would be often quite tired after their tasks so I played with other children and their parents more often than my own. Oh my parents? Yes my father worked in the farms while my mother worked in the shop building things with metal. Also unlike other children, my path in life was chosen rather early. I was to be sent to the feudalists when I was older, I did not know what that meant at the time but my parents were devastated. How ever it did not start that way."
"When I was getting older and played more physical games with the other kids the elders noticed some things about me roughly at the time of choosing. I was taking charge, not being bossy, but pulling our team together to win challenges. I got Svari and I to help Kavalkad when those Skogsta boys bullied Kavalkad, yeah we got in alot of trouble but it was too help a friend so I didn't mind. Then there was that time I pulled out Shüm and Ra out of their home because their vent was closed and they almost choked in their sleep. I am still thankful to this day that the elders unanimously decided to change my position to a scouting leader that to be sent to work. I know my parents worry for me being their miracle child but I believe im alright. I believe the great Sherpa's will guide my team and I to safty."
"I have always spent what spare time I do have studying the Sherpa's and learning as much as I can about the old world. I don't know why but recently I've been seeing things as of late, I am unsure if this is the Sherpa's trying to a speak to me or if I am just getting nervous about our near future. Elder Klocka has told me to listen and watch closely to what they say. It may be the great Sherpa's or… something worse, I must keep my head about me to decipher which it is."
Role: "I am the leader of our scouting group as well as a Follower to the great Sherpa's. It only makes since too seek their guidance on our travels."
Weapons: "Well I guess my main defense is a light bolt thrower that Tuk gave me, he said it would make good for hunting although a problem with a pack. Than I have my Machete that I made in the shop with my mother. And I guess last I have my grandfather's scout knife, I believe it say something like Ger Ber on it, I always thought that was a weird name to give someone. I guess other than that whatever I can get my hands on, a pan could make a good weapon you never know.
Equipment: "Well besides what the elders told us to bring like food, water packs, blankets. I was given some things by some old scouts, saying it was better that I had it than them. I was given a pair of climbing picks as well as spikes for my boots, it really should help climbing some of the ice walls, conveniently they fit well on my pack. Màjá gave me something called a compass that always points in a general direction, she told me it would help orient me Incase we get lost. And Rudolph have me an old torch flint that still works, says "wind won't knock this out". Oh I almost forgot my journal to keep track of where we've been."
Appearance: "well I'm not the biggest, nor the tallest, I am just as fit as the others, why I have no problems pushing back at Svari when we are goofing around. Unlike a couple of the others I stick out with my darker shorter hair and brown eyes. My clothes fit me better, yes there's less fur and yes I get cold but I can actually move my arms, legs, and even my fingers fully. My mother doesn't approve of these choices because I get colder easier, she's right, but it's the fact I can do what I can do I believe really benefits the group."