Arnbjørn Ølsen

Male. Lives in Frost Haven, Beyond Equestria. Born on December 18, 1993

Misc. RP Information

Well, I'm not too picky honestly. Really just want people with decent grammar, at least a paragraph long back and forth to keep it interesting, and last of all discussing the roleplay a bit at least.

Roleplay Medium (Preferred RP Location)

Wall Posts, Private Messages

Common locations your character will be

At home, hunting, wandering around town.

Title(s) / Rank

Hunter

Skin / Coat Color

Tanned

Eye Color

Pale Blue

Cutiemark (If Applicable)

(No idea yet)

Design Description

Arnbjorn has long red hair coming into a braided end, his beard is thick with many different styles to it depending on his mood. Arnbjorn has pale blue eyes and a thick black marking going around them showing illustrating he's got a rough outside, but soft inside. He has scars and bruises for the constant rough lifestyle he lives, but in the end, he survives it all.

Arnbjorn as a human.

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 290LBS

Skin tone: Tanned

Eye color: Pale Blue

Hair Color: Red with bits of white

Likes

Hunting, drinking, meeting people, giving hugs.

Dislikes

Liars, people who pick on the weak, mainly negative things.

Detailed Personality

Arnbjorn can seem kinda like a rough guy at first. But once you get to know him he can be one of the most supportive people around you. He won't leave you for dumb reasons, won't turn his back on you, and most of all will never give up on you. He often turns into a big softy when he drinks too much. He has only a few things that really rattle him. Being people forgetting him in the dust, hurting his friends, and house fires.

Hometown

His hometown was Frost Haven.

Education

Basic education, and hunting.

Detailed History

Arnbjorn, the youngest, Brynjar the eldest son, and their mother Elva. It all started when Arnbjorn was a young child. He was normal, had a small family, friends, he learned things, fought with his brother and did everything that you would imagine someone to do as a kid. The only thing different from Arnbjorn is that he was undergoing a change. Something he couldn't control. It was something he knew he would grow to regret as a man.

The family grew up without a leading male figure, Arnbjorn had ... View MoreArnbjorn, the youngest, Brynjar the eldest son, and their mother Elva. It all started when Arnbjorn was a young child. He was normal, had a small family, friends, he learned things, fought with his brother and did everything that you would imagine someone to do as a kid. The only thing different from Arnbjorn is that he was undergoing a change. Something he couldn't control. It was something he knew he would grow to regret as a man.

The family grew up without a leading male figure, Arnbjorn had to look up to Brynjar as a kid, someone who looked up to their mother as a leading figure. They were self-taught in combat, not only by fighting each other but getting in fights with other children for making fun of them for not having a strong male voice in their home. Their family was different, in all ways. Over the years Arnbjorn and his brother grew stronger. Arnbjorn ended up taller, and bigger than his brother, but Brynjar was clearly the smarter one of the two.

When Arnbjorn and his brother were only teenagers their month Elva had passed away, died from a common sickness in the lands they lived. Torn up and sad by this Arnbjorn decided to use that to move forward. He knew his mother wouldn't want him to stop his growing of a person because of her death. Arnbjorn and Brynjar lived together for the next few years, drinking, hunting, and living like real brothers would. Soon enough Arnbjorn had found a girl, a young girl about his age, Anita. It was a girl that had caught his attention the first time he saw her when traveling into town. Arnbjorn was the confident type, and with that, he knew he wouldn't hesitate when approaching her.. or so he thought. The man took weeks to properly talk to her, he couldn't speak when he was around her, and not only that, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Finally, after about a year of learning about her, talking to her, becoming great friends with her Arnbjorn had moved forward, wanting to take everything to the next level, and so did Anita.

Arnbjorn said his farewells to his brother Brynjar, hugged him and wished him to love in his life. Parting with his brother merely at the age of 19 Arnbjorn had left Anita. He grew with her, loved her, and showed her that she was the most important thing in his life. Arnbjorn was 23 when he married her, and started building a house with a few others. They had their own home, their love lives, and even a child on the way by the time he was 25. Arnbjorn had lived on after that, took care of his daughter, Elva, named after his mother and his wife Anita for years to come.

Move forward about 8 years... Arnbjorn was 33 years of age, his wife 32, and his daughter only 8 years old. Arnbjorn the last few years had gotten sick, not anything as they've seen before. Puking blood, pale as the snow, and barely breathing for the time being. Lucky Arnbjorn had made some friends, men who would take care of keeping his family safe, and fed as Anita would take care of Arnbjorn. Barely ever sleeping Arnbjorn had lied awake on his bed, his wife with his daughter and friends sleeping downstairs in case anything were to happen.

Later that night, Arnbjorn had suddenly woke in a chill. The feeling of wind on his bare skin, and snow drifting past him in the mountains. Struggling to realize what had happened when he drifted his thought immediately went to his family. Arnbjorn would look around, blood having covered the snow and himself everywhere. In the near distance, Arnbjorn had got the smell of smoke. He got up, looking to where it was and made his way. Running as fast as he could towards the designated area.

Finally, he stopped, seeing nothing but smoke, and a rundown house... his house. The sudden fear of what happened kept through his head as he made his way over. Burnt bodies, torn into pieces and blood in all areas. Arnbjorn couldn't help but cover his face. He made his way, looking frantically for any sign his wife and daughter had made it out alive. After looking everywhere he finally started moving what looked like a table to a small hidden room under the stairs... He didn't want to look, but he had to.

Pulling at the door it fell off towards him, hitting the ground he gathered himself before looking inside. The first thing he saw were two burned corpses. One of a child being held by a grown woman. He fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes and falling down his cheeks as he broke down onto the ground. Whatever had happened he took the blame, he felt the guilt building in his body before he made his way out to the snow. He caught tracks, tracks of blood leading into the forest, tracks of an animal. The sadness had slowly faded and filled him with anger, and rage. Grabbing the nearest sword in the area, blade black from ash, and still hot. Following the tracks for nearly a half hour before it circled back around the forest to where he had originally lied. Going from a beasts prints to a man's foot.

With a sudden hit, he had shaken his head before his entire body curled up in the snow. Sudden flashes of what he felt, and heard. The ripping of bodies and screams of terror in his own home, breaking of furniture, throwing of people. It was him. He was the reason, he was the cause. Arnbjorn was a monster, not only to the people but to himself as well...

It had been nearly around 27 years after that happened. Arnbjorn had made himself a small cabin in the woods. Taught himself to hunt as well as a man could hunt, limited from human contact and trying to drink himself to death every so often. Arnbjorn had destroyed his family, had destroyed his world. He didn't want anything anymore, he wanted to be alone so he could no longer hurt anybody else.

45 years after he had been alone in his cabin, he had lost track of time. The man knew what he was, and tried to accept it. Tried to use what benefits it gave him to make things better. He was able to push himself in speed, and strength. He was physically better than any normal man. But he did nothing but live in the mountains, hunt for food and sell pelts every few months to gather up some money for proper travel. This was the end of Arnbjorns tale, the man, the beast, the monster.

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Assets / Bits / Property

Various animal furs, small hut, small sum of money saved.

Skills / Notable Talent(s)

He's good at hunting, building things, and cooking.

Spells

(Only available in RP.)

Basic Info

Gender:

Male

Birth Date:

December 18, 1993

Location:

Frost Haven » Beyond Equestria

Last Login:

April 21, 2019

Member Since:

December 21, 2018

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