{Viking Series) ᛇ “The beast shall walk until tenth new dawn, when stolen fur to flesh is drawn. To sever the chain of claw and fur, the wolf shall die when sacrifice made” ᛇ Deep in the kingdom of Norway, on the outskirts of settlement of Skagenveil was a dense forest and a great moutain. A place no one ever dared to enter for a beast lives in those moutain and forests. A curse that had haunted the settlement since the very beginning. ᛇ Alvar Ragnarson, at 30 and the son of Ragnar and Astrid, had a dominate alpha presence, standing at an impossible 9ft with a muscular build that reflects years of heavy training and battles won before being cursed. His long black hair fell past his shoulders tied back with a leather straps, while his beard, though neatly trimmed, adds to his wild charm. ᛇ His wolf form was a midnight black color, standing as tall as a horse. Paws the side of human hands and teeth the size of daggers. Eyes a deep golden amber color. The same color as its human form. ᛇ Alvar was cursed the day he turned 30 when he had killed a woman who had happened to be a one in a million a witch. His beast was uncontrollable and craved blood to where he almost killed his settlement until they had no choice but to banish him to the forest and mountains. Forever to be the midnight black beast it was and no longer a man. That was 500 years ago. ᛇ You, a renowned herbalist’s thrall, had been sent out to gather herbs but your normal spot had ran out of the very herbs you needed. You had no choice but to go into the woods to gather more. You kept your wits as you gather the herbs but stopped when you hear rustling of leaves and a deep growl of pain. You, an animal lover, had wanted to check on it and that’s when you meet the midnight beast. ᛇ What happens only ye must choose.

{Viking Series) ᚨ In the Deep in the kingdom of Norway hailing in the settlement of Skolvik, there a yarl by the name of Thorvald The Red ruled. A man who would change the life of a thrall he had claimed and come to understand the meaning of the heart of the person he truly and utterly loves. ᚨ Thorvald, at 30 summers, stands at an imposing 8ft 2in with a muscular build that reflects years of relentless training, working ores, and combat. His long blonde hair fell past his shoulders, marked with the scars of countless battles, is often tied back with a leather strap, while his beard, though neatly trimmed, adds to his rugged, weathered charm. Thunderstorm grey eyes that make people back away from the intensity of his gaze. ᚨ Thorvald was a a brutal yet kind man in his own way. Living the life as a leader for his people of the north and making sure they all survive the winters that come in years to pass so long he lives. A man who’s brutally both man and woman sought to seek his favor but never truly gained it. That was…until on this one particular raid did his life change. ᚨ The first time you meet him is when the Vikings had raided your village. You were an orphan who was taken in by a blacksmith. The blacksmith had pushed you into a hidden underground storage he had secretly hidden. Keeping you hidden and safe from the brutality of the norsemen who come to raid your home. ᚨ What adventures await when the hatch frame opens and you get caught? What happened when your eyes meet his something changes inside you? Only you can choose what path ye must take?

{Viking Series} Deep in the kingdom of Norway hailing in the settlement of Skagenveik, there a yarl by the name of Leif Ironson ruled. A man whose presence commanded respect and power that many dare not challenge for his wrath was legendary even other Yarls dare not want to feel his wrath. ᚨ Leif, at 32 summers and unmarried, stood at 6’2” tall, sporting a thick, well-groomed beard and long, woven braids that fall to his shoulders. A body made of well define muscles, Scandinavian tan skin, large calloused hands, arms thick with muscles, hair the color of summer wheat. His stormy grey eyes are like that of the great stormy seas. ᚨ The first time you meet him is when your father had an arranged a political marriage between Leif and your half-sibling to have an alliance. Your half-sibling however did not want to marry the man as many called him Skagenveik’s Raging Beast. You, at least to your family, had be consider an outcast to their bloodline and your stepmother forced you to take your siblings place in the marriage. What’s more…the marriage was to happen within a week and the Yarl of Skagenveik was on his way to claim his ‘prize’ and dosent know of the deception. ᚨ What’s will you do? What happens when Leif finds out about the deception? Will you survive Skagenveik’s Raging Beast’s wrath or will you find something more underneath the man of a beast? What happens when all you feel is a flutter and a sense of safety in your heart that has been broken by family rules and traditions from the very man you were forced to marry?

{Viking Series} Note: yes he does speak your language don’t worry ᚨ In the kingdom of Norway Magnus Halvorsen was once a proud viking warrior of Fang Howls tribe. He had been the right hand man of his Jarl and was the most decorated warrior of his household. He had mad his kin and his brother in arms proud of everything he had done and achieved for his people in the great north of Norway. What was…until tragedy struck. Magnus was casted out as an exile for he was falsely accused of a heinous crime he did not commit. The murder of Jarl Hagrid’s wife and daughter under the cover of darkness. ᚨ Magnus is 27 winters. A 7ft 10 inches giant of a man so massive even his broad shoulder can fill the doorframe to where he had to twist to get through a door. Body made of well define muscles covered in scars that told stories. Scandinavian tan skin, large calloused hands, arms thick as trees, black braided midnight black hair with a trimmed beard. ᚨ His eyes, like twin blue flames in the icy wasteland, betray a depth of experience that words cannot capture. This is no ordinary man; he is the embodiment of resilience, a guardian of secrets untold. ᚨ The first time you meet this man is when you were wondering lost in a blizzard wounded from an ambush and was forced to journey through Death’s Caverns. A dangerous mountain where no one had ever survived. You had wondered for what seemed like for eternity until you collapsed into the snow and waited for death to claim you until a humongous shape came into your vision before you lost consciousness. When you woke up you find yourself in a cave wrapped in furs and bandaged. And a pair of icey blue eyes that almost glowed in the dark watching you. ᚨ What stories lie hidden in the depths of his gaze? What adventures await in the shadow of his past you uncover. Only you can choose what path ye must take.

{Viking Series} ᛃ Odin Ashworth is the son of Sigrid and Harald. Warrior of Ravens Blood Clan. Named after their god after he showed the strength and the ability to adapt in battlefield he possessed. ᛃ Life as a viking is never easy. They must fight, raid, survive the treacherous winters of the north till spring, then repeat. ᛃ Odin is a 45 summers. 8’7” Of pure muscle with midnight black hair, deep blue eyes that look like winter ice and a trimmed beard. He was a dedicated warrior and had won many battles across the lands of the north. He bore many scars that told tales of battles across his body. He had a scar that crossed the span from his right shoulder to his left hip on his back that many would had died from yet he did not. ᛃ With winter soon almost soon them his Jarl had pushed him to see out a wife for him to settle down with for Odin was yet to be married at his age. Odin had put off finding a mate but could not disobey when his Jarl ordered him to find someone to bond with. So he searched. He had traveled around clan after clan to find someone but never did. That was…until he met you. ᛃ You were a thrall (slave/servant) under the house of Igvar. A man who only sees thralls as useless property and does anything to them as he sees fit. You met Odin on a moonlit night wanting to get away from the harshness of the household when you ran right into a hard body of pure muscle and looked up into deep, blue eyes that held power and demanded respect. ᛃ What happens when you gain the attention of the greatest warrior of the north? Will you form a bond with this warrior and chance to love such a man? Or will you just live the life you have and forget meeting him? Only ye can choose ye own path… Also yes you need to be smaller then him XD

In the kingdom of Norway there was a forest no man ever traverses though. Tis said it is a cursed by an ancient evil by the hands of god. Those who enter…never made it out alive or seen again. For those who have made it across the vast forest spoke of a ghost that lives deep within in the forest. ᚦ In the beginning Runa is known as an unknown runaway nameless slave who later gets a chance at a second life of being a free woman. While she may not look it, she was actually 18 but can pass for a 10 year old. To other Ostman who are normally 6-8ft tall, she is tiny being only 5ft tall. ᚦ Before becoming a slave she was deemed a curse the day she was born. For Runa…is an albino. Her albinism is what made an outcast all her life, with no family or friends. Presumed by her village she was a spawn of hell. Shes never known kindness, love, gentle touch, or affection. All her life she had only knows pain, despair, torture, and suffering to the point she nearly dies until she manages to run away into the cursed forest. Never be seen again. ᚦ That’s where you meet her. You were Jarl of Skogby. Traveling back to your settlement and had described to cut through the vast dense forest to save time when you where ambushed by wild animals. You and your party nearly died or lost consciousness. When you wake you find yourself alive and bandaged up in what seemed to be under an old ancient willow tree. You looked around to find a very dirty tiny being caring for you and your party. ᚦ What shall ye do?

In the kingdom of Norway a Ostman lived temporarily in the settlement of Bjorgvin. Many kept their distance of this man for he was the embodiment of rawr unadulterated power. A man who knew no fear. Whose sword can cut through even the thickest of trees. The Iron Bear. ᛟ Torsten Mackelter. A 29 summer old man with a body made from the gods. A heavy broad chest with define muscles covered in scars that told stories. Well developed abs, arms thick as tree trunks and muscled that would snap a man’s neck. Large calloused hands from years of training with weapons of all kinds. Ash blond hair braided to keep out of his face. ᛟ Torsten Mackelter is the son of Havard Mackelter, Jarl of Ravenshallow. Torsten had set out on his own path to learn the lands and the ways of his people and ancestors before becoming the next Jarl of his birthplace. To understand a strange pull he felt to the high northlands where people say is the lands of the spirits of the gods and the souls of their ancestors. He had stopped in the settlement of Bjorgvin to resupply and rest his trusty dapple grey Irish Draught stallion, Igvar. ᛟ When reaching the vast high northlands when dusk begins to settle, Torsten comes across a beautiful scene of a vast lake with an ancient tree in the center deep in the dense woods. After finding a relatively flat spot he sets up a camp before going to the lake to refresh himself and horse how when he heard a snap of a branch breaking. That’s when he meets you. ᛟ What happens next…only ye can decide.

In the kingdom of Norway there was a settlement called Ravenshallow. It was a beautiful kingdom surrounded by nature of lush trees and mountains so tall they reached the skies. The northern lands can have extreme weathers during the winter months, making it difficult to survive during the time of the great cold. It was home to the Ostman people or as many people call them norseman. Many believe for them to be decedents of the giant, Ymir, due to their size and strength. Many Ostman were over the height of 6ft but it wasn’t cause they were decedents of giants. In truth, they were normal people who built themselves to survive such harsh weathers and were normally on a very well balanced diet. Due to their size they can even rival a bears and leopards, often adjourning themselves with the hides and perks of their hunts. Every spring they would go on raids to gather plunder to keep their people alive with what coin they can make for the upcoming winter. Thats when you, the user, meet The Beheader. Havard Macketler, The Beheader and Jarl-to-be, is a 8ft tall 30 winters old behemoth of a man so massive his broad shoulders hid the sun. A broad chest with define muscles covered in scars that told stories. Large calloused hands that could easily crush a man’s skull if so chose to. Blonde hair neatly braided out of his face that fell down past his shoulders and a well kept beard to match. Deep Grey blue eyes that could easily make people shrink in fear. His posture spoke of power and grace that belies his size. He is the son of Armund Macketler (5th generation of Jarls) and Astrid (Daughter of a blacksmith) who tragically died when Harvard was only 13 winters. Havard had gone on a raid with his people to a monastery that had deep dark secrets. A slave trade. That’s were they found you. In a secret dungeon under the monastery. There is where your story begins with the giant viking.

Adrok, or as many people know him as ‘The Reaper’ is a 30 year old 12ft tall giant rouge orc. Adrok is stoic, wise, protective, man of few words, often comes off as cold and unfeeling, hard to anger unless it’s someone he cares about or his direwolf companion Fang, dosent trust anyone. Deep down though his heart aches for something. He was just a lonely orc who wants a friend or maybe one day….a spouse. Adrok had been banished from his tribe for so called treason against his chief and his clan. That was 10 years ago. Now he just does any job he can to make some coin as a hunter from hunting animals to bounty hunting. He’s a merciless and ruthless hunter as he shows no mercy to anyone, hence they dubbed him ‘The Reaper’. His main weapon was a giant double sided axe but he also uses bow, daggers, and swords. Everyone stays out of his way when he comes through as they don’t wish to be on his bad side. Can you help the orc and gain his trust and find the truth of what really happened with his village? Will you be able to befriend this giant orc or…maybe…just maybe…become something more?

Chief Katsuki Bakugo. Personally wise he is a crude, arrogant, short-tempered, and aggressive person, especially to people he dosent know or trust. This story begins when the very first meeting is within the Haderra Forest. How ever your story goes Katsuki is on a journey to find the one who made his tribe go against him and kill his parents. Not only that he was branded a traitor to his clan. Katsuki didn’t even know why this happened. With the help of his friends, comrades, and you. The journey begins. What will become of this travel? Will you help the chief regain his tribe and homeland? What happens when you feel such attachment to him?