Approved Dreadie Bio Asrid Ostindel: FL CC'd

[Quibby]

Character Name:  Asrid Ostindel

 

Email address: dehimage@gmail.com

 

Group: CotS

 

Division: Darkfriend (Shadowspawn)/Dreadlord

 

Physical Description:

 

Age: 21

 

Height: 6'1" when standing straight always seems to be slouching.

 

Weight: 170 lbs

 

Eyes: Blue with black specks

 

Hair: Dark, just above shoulder length, and is tangled more often than not.

 

Skin: white, with much tan

 

 

Place of Birth/Raising: Borderlands, Manala

 

Disability: has fits (seizures), mild paranoia, and almost split personality.

 

Other characteristics: Has a large burn scar that covers most of his

left side, from just under his jawline down around to his lower back,

is very "sensitive" about this and always wears heavy hooded cloaks,

 

Weapons: seven knives that he keeps on his person at all times.

 

Character History: On his 12th name day Asrid found himself to be a

man, his father started to teach him to defend himself but thought

better it be knives first before moving onto the sword, "You must be

able to move as fast as your body will allow in order to be able to

beat any foe," Asrid put all his effort in his teachings to please his

father, for he never seemed to be good enough,

Two weeks after His name day His world was flipped around.

***********

 

Thunder rolled in the sky as Asrid walked in through the front door,

slamming it closed so it would catch on the uneven frame, he turned

and walked through the cold room, he pulled off his cloak and went

into the den where his father usually sat, smoking his pipe and

watching the fire in his favorite high backed chair. Rounding the

corner he realized that the mantle was cold, and it looked as if it

hadn't been lit all day.

 

"Maybe he's off seeing his lady friend again," as he would do every so

often. Walking through the den and into the back room he dropped his

cloak on his stool by his bed and sat back against the wall on the

floor, where, slowly he dozed off. What seemed minutes later he was

foot was kicked, his father was standing over him with a familiar look

in his eye, the smell of bad ale radiated off of him. Quickly standing

Asrid expected his father to hit him as he always did. But his father

just stood there, looking as if he couldn't see his son standing in

front of him. Not knowing what he should do Asrid stood mute waiting,

as his father's eyes seemed to look through him, off to other places.

 

Suddenly his eyes focused on his son, surprising him as if he jumped

from the shadows, and with a loud bellow his father swung his hand and

hit Asrid hard along his head. Asrids' vision turning white and

ringing in his ears, he fell to the floor smashing his head on his

stool. He crawled along the floor into the den, trying desperately to

get to his feet to run. His father stumbled out of the room yelling at

Asrid to stop, pleading that how sorry he was. Unable to move any

longer Asrid fell to the floor, his breath forming clouds in the cold

room before him. His father knelt down beside him and pulled his son

to his side, putting his hand over Asrids ear. Only then did he

realize that he was bleeding, the room started to spin, lights started

dancing in front of him. Colors swirled and flickered as if they were

alive. Pain started too swell in his chest, each breath felt as if it

weren't there, immense pain seared through his body like molten lead

and his vision went white once more only the ringing in his ears grew

to a loud roar that consumed every thought in his mind.

 

His father could only watch as his son, screaming and twisting into

impossible angles. Asrids knees pulled tight to his chest and his body

went rigid as stone. Screaming as if his soul was being ripped from

his body, his father backed away from his son in shock, as his son

seemed to be dieing a horrifying death. Fire sprang to life on the

floor underneath Asrids left side and around him, swirling around his

body as if caressing it, the smell of burnt flesh made his father gag.

Running to the door his father began screaming for some one to help,

the fire died around Asrid and his body began going limp. A woman

known around town to heal just happened to be walking by and heard the

screaming and ran by his father without asking a question. She

recoiled as the smell hit her, hiding her face in her hands. She ran

out and quickly returned with another woman. Asrid was taken to the

back room and everything else faded.

 

*****************Shortly after Asrid got back on his feet, rumor

started to fly throughout the town as fast as the wind, from every

thing from him going insane too the Dark one possessing his body.

Either way Asrid knew he couldn't stay, so he ran. Though he had a

little bit of encouragement from the town, as the people started

chasing him. Now, he traveled the streets never staying in the same

town for more than a couple of days at a time. The only way he could

stay alive was to become a pickpocket, snatching purses and stealing

food as well as he could. Once on the street late at night, he was

caught red handed, literally, his hands were red with his blood and

the large man brought him into a back ally and slammed him against a

wall. The hood of his cloak falling to his back in the scuffle, a

knife to his neck, the man studied his face as if something were

familiar to him.

 

The grin that slowly crept across his face gave Asrid the chills;

slowly the man dropped him and took a step back, as if seeing him for

the first time. "You're a scrawny lad aren't ya," Asrid held his

tongue, deciding now was not the time to be flippant. "How would you

like a job? Nothing you couldn't handle I think." Waiting the man just

starred at Asrid waiting for his reply. Something just didn't sound

right… first the man wanted to kill him, then he was offered a job.

His mind raced trying to think of something that would allow him to

escape; he didn't think that job was going to be taking bread to his

grandmother. This man seemed to know what Asrid was thinking, "Theirs

only one right answer to this question boy. Think quick for my

patients is already thin."

 

Desperately he thought of ways he could get away, 'maybe if I just say

I will take the job and run as soon as I'm out of his sight.' Some how

that didn't seem to make him feel better, this man was going to either

kill him or use him. Asrid looked up and nodded, his only chance to

live was to do as he said and he had no choice. "Good, you thought

right lad, for if you said no, you'd be dead," the grin still made his

insides freeze.

 

The man asked, "How are you at gambling, no that's not important.

Here," he handed Asrid a hand full of gold. "I want you to go to the

inn across the street, there, a man sits at a table. He's a large man,

but those knives you have will do the job." Asrid recoiled at the way

the man grinned. How did he know he had knives at all, well, it

probably was common sense, or a lucky guess. Then another thought hit

him, do the job?

 

"You want me to kill him, why, what has he done to you?"

"Nothing, but you will do as I say or I will use all your knives and

not only do the job myself, ill kill you. No, I've a better idea. Ill

slice you open, and leave you to rot, right in this very alley." Again

the grin was on this mans face, chilling Asrid to the marrow of his

bones.

 

He found himself inside the inn faster than he would have liked, it

was full of smoke and reeked of sweat. The man was across the room

just as he was told. Big was an understatement. Asrid thought himself

tall, usually taller than most people, but this man was huge, his arms

were like tree trunks. And his legs were wider than Asrids body.

Walking across the common area, he kept his distance from the people

in the crowd. The man in question bellowed a great laugh that over

powered that of every noise in the room. A waitress quickly walked

away with a limp that said everything. He sat across a group of rough

looking men, all cheering for the one in the middle. He put his arm on

the table and grasped Mr. Big by the hand. It was an arm wrestling

match, and both men were large, and very drunk.

 

Another man off to the side slammed his hand on the table to start the

match. Very quickly Mr. Big took control, holding the others down

almost touching the table, just toying with him to prove how weak he

actually was. Finally his opponents' arm gave out with a loud pop. The

cheering grew to a defining roar, money was swapping hands and a fight

broke out. He took his chance and sliced the mans tendons in his legs

causing him to let go of someone else's head, unnoticed by the crowd

Asrid sliced the mans throat, and left him to drown in his own blood.

Quickly he moved for the door, and just as quickly became swept up in

a group all bashing each other's faces. Someone hit Asrid in the

shoulder spinning him around. Using the momentum Asrid shoved the

knife in his attackers gut and wrenched around to make it a killing

cut. Another man grabbed Asrid by his left arm causing his scars to

sear with pain. Stabbing the man in his arm, causing him to let go

with a scream, Asrid went after him in a furry of his own. The

attacker went down with a heavy thud, dead before he hit the ground.

Asrid turned and went after the next, without thought he sliced

another neck, and kicked him out of the way making his way to the door

he killed any one that got in his way.

 

Before he knew it he was out in the streets covered in blood, how much

of it was his, he didn't know, stumbling across the dark street he

entered the alley where he was told to go afterwards. Near exhaustion

he dropped to the ground and laid his head on the wall behind him. The

air stirred and the man seemed to appear right out of the darkness.

 

"Very good, you did well, though I only needed you to kill one, you

made a little mess in there. But impressive anyways." Asrid soon found

himself traveling away with the madman to the blight.

[Kura]

Hmm, I don't see anything wrong with him. SO consider him FL CC'd.

[asrid]

Yeah!!! *dances about* now all i need is a rp buddie to take me to teh blight!