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Noble OCs - Gradeus’ Clan

Making five OCs for every clan!

Asterion: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Lagus’ generation.

Asterion was the father of Pandora and the grandfather of Gradeus. He was a good father to his little Pandora and felt worried when her personality suddenly changed from energetic and upbeat to lethargic and unresponsive when she was about 80 years old. He tried asking what’s wrong to which she always smiled and answered “nothing”. Pandora didn’t want to make her Clan Leader worry about her, so she never told him about the permanent condition that tortured her on the inside. Asterion gradually stopped with his questions because he could sense that his daughter was reluctant to share. He could’ve ordered her to be truthful, but he didn’t want to force her to be uncomfortable. He was very lenient with her and let her skip mandatory events. Sometimes, he canceled his own meetings and duties to spend time with her. He also defended her when others called her an “old lady” to poke fun at her. Asterion was a pretty relaxed person, though he was a terrifying force whenever someone tried to bully Pandora. Father and daughter had a close, loving relationship despite the wall the latter put up between them. Perhaps Pandora’s tendencies to hide her struggles didn’t come from nowhere. Asterion also suffered from a strange one-of-a-kind condition where he craved the flesh of humans. Only his partner, the mother of their daughter, and his mysterious best friend were aware of it. Other than those two, no one had a clue. Asterion was perfectly fine in his childhood until he hit his teenage years when he suddenly gained an intense and insatiable appetite. Nobles don’t need to eat, yet he was always looking for food. Nothing seemed to be the right answer and his hunger drove him mad. Eventually, after putting everything he could possibly find on Earth into his mouth, he discovered that only human flesh could completely quell his symptoms. Asterion’s partner and best friend helped him source human corpses and even live human sacrifices from the outside world and brought them back to Lukedonia for him. The disappearance of dead bodies from graves and live sacrifices from ritual grounds contributed to the humans’ beliefs of the dead rising and sacrifice rituals working. Asterion was ashamed of himself and kept his condition a secret from everyone else, including his daughter. He felt like a monster, but he had no other choice. His partner and best friend made sure to “pay” the humans for their contributions, which just led to even more live sacrifices thus causing the ritual to become a common practice in many parts of the world. Asterion’s hobbies were meditation and trying to make Pandora happy.

Daedalus: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Daedalus is an inventor, architect, and sculptor. When he was a child, he kept complaining to his parents about their “boring, unoriginal, and lacking” home even though it was perfectly fine by your average noble standards. There is no best, only better, he repeated. He’d run around and point to the walls, ceilings, and corridors gesturing and explaining the changes he’d make if he were to be in charge of the layout. He was confident with his visions. Daedalus’ creativity would come and go in random surges and he had a tough time sitting still during his education. He’d barely get to the fifth page of his book and then he’s suddenly screaming and jumping up and down shouting “Eureka!!”, to his parents’ confusion. They’d sigh at their hyper son and wonder why he’s saying the name of his imaginary friend… or something, for the nth time. His parents eventually gave up on trying to get him to finish his education because it seemed impossible with his personality. Plus, they wanted to support Daedalus in his passion despite have no understanding of it themselves, so they let him run wild with his full potential. Time goes by, Daedalus turns 200, and his parents gift him with the opportunity to remodel their home. Go ahead and do your magic, they said. Daedalus is overjoyed. They end up sort of regretting making such an offer to their son, though. He turns their home into a giant, complex maze that is so hard to navigate it’s impossible to not get lost, even with loads of practice. Only Daedalus knows how to get around. Guests jokingly comment on how it’s almost like their home was designed to trap people inside forever. Who knows what the designer was thinking. Daedalus calls himself a genius and his work a masterpiece. He names their new home “Labyrinth” which just confuses his family again. His parents love him, so they simply deal with it and accept their new life of never learning how to get from the dining room to the living room. They’re happily suffering as they feel proud of their son. Daedalus, his love, and their son Icarus Pyradros live together in their maze-like multigenerational home.

Helga: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Helga is a shipwright. Her parents love the sea and built their home on the coast. Little Helga was born in the glittering waves during a beautiful sunrise. She opened her eyes to the magnificent scenery and immediately fell in love with it. Helga has a very active lifestyle. She harvests planks of timber from the forest during the day and builds ships of all shapes and sizes at night. The twinkles of stars and sounds of crashing waves keep her company as she diligently develops her craft. She works until sunrise and goes home to relax with her parents before heading to the forest again. Her ships are light and strong. When further enhanced with her noble powers, they can easily withstand aggressive attacks from all directions. Helga likes to put her ships to the test. She’d gather her huge group of friends for spars and they’d all go to the beach for a fun, competitive game. She splits everyone into many teams, and some of them do the rowing while others jump between the moving ships as they fight each other in hand-to-hand combat. Last team standing wins. It’s a great way to develop some fitness without getting bored, though sparring in traditional training grounds is neat too. Helga’s ships are popular with nobles and humans alike. There are instances of sea-loving nobles asking to go into eternal sleep out in the water in one of her vessels. At some point, a group of humans witnessed a noble’s death on a ship and mistook the glowing red lights for fire, which is possibly what led to them mimicking the practice and writing sagas of their own with accounts of setting ships ablaze with the dead in luxurious “ship burial” funerals. Helga just shrugs. It’s cool, they can keep the misunderstanding if they want. Well, maybe it’s waste of wood. Her Tradio parent always told to her to thank the trees when she harvests them, so she’s very serious about it. Helga’s partner is an unnamed Kravei. They are childless for now and plan to have one soon.

Ragnar: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Ragnar is chill. He and his minotaur friends hold hands and dance around in a circle together. Then they braid each other’s hair and have a tea party in the fields and gossip about the love lives of his fellow clan members. Ragnar was raised by minotaurs then by his adoptive mother Freyja. His biological parents had him because they thought having a child would patch their less-than-stable relationship and gave him up when they decided he wasn’t a satisfactory bandaid. Ragnar went off to live with a group of minotaurs who took him in because they pitied him. One day, Freyja was riding her cat chariot and stopped by a lake to rest. Little Ragnar climbed into her chariot and fell asleep. Freyja waited for the boy to wake up and asked him if he would like a permanent home after finding out that his parents abandoned him. She had always wanted another child but didn’t quite have enough lifespan to spare after having her biological children. Ragnar said yes, the minotaurs congratulated him, and he went to his new home. Currently, Ragnar lives with Freyja, her Ceresthalassa partner, and their son Khumbo Ceresthalassa who is his much older adoptive brother. Khumbo’s full-sisters Hnoss and Gersemi also live close by and visit often. Ragnar is a blacksmith of axes. His interest in weapon-making comes from frequenting the workshop of Tabitha Pyradros, the sister of Freyja. When Ragnar comes of age, Auntie Tabitha helps him establish his own workshop which would become the hangout location for him and his minotaur friends. The axes he makes go to his fellow clan members. Ragnar has yet to perfect the art of smithing like Tabitha, but he’s working hard towards that. He’s positive that he can reach her level in a few centuries. How ambitious! Ragnar’s partner is Kirsi Vuokko Loyard.

Torunn: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Torunn was the playmate and study buddy of Gradeus. She stayed with him until he turned 200 and resigned to pursue a different job which she’s currently doing. She wasn’t assigned to Gradeus by Pandora; rather, she came to him of her own accord. Pandora was more than welcoming of Torunn’s arrival and proposal to become Gradeus’ companion because he kept scaring potential candidates away with his not-so-nice qualities and as his mother, she was worried about him being lonely. In reality, he probably didn’t need a companion like his mother had thought, but he wouldn’t have minded either way. One more person for him to terrorize. In Gradeus’ distant memory, his initial encounter with Torunn was when his mother officially introduced them to each other. Their actual first meeting was when Gradeus “rescued” a very distraught Torunn who had been left behind to suffer by her bullies. They cut off all her limbs and dunked her into a barrel of ale and deliberately trapped her there. As a non-pureblood on the weaker end, she couldn’t have escaped on her own as she had lost too much blood and exhausted all her energy. She was prepared to die. Then in came Gradeus. He aggressively kicked tipped over the barrel out of curiosity and released Torunn as a bonus. He skipped behind her, looked at her in the eye, and grinned as he told her that guess she’s lucky and won’t die today. He went about his day and forgot about it an hour later. Torunn remembered, and she vowed to repay the favor. As Gradeus’ companion, she tolerated all of his eccentric and sometimes violent behaviors whether they were directed at others or herself. It didn’t matter to her, because back then he saved her. She also volunteered to take the blame for the problems he caused without complaint. After Gradeus comes of age, Torunn resigns and opens her own brewery. Currently, she makes ale, mead, and wine. Maybe her inspiration comes from trauma. No one knows for sure. She stays in Lukedonia most of the time and sometimes travels to interact with humans to obtain knowledge of their alcohol. Torunn’s mead may or may not have received the name of “Poetic Mead” from the humans for its divine taste. It’s like a mythical drink to them. She’s rather flattered. Professor Titus is a fan too. Torunn currently lives with her Mergas partner and their daughter.

Thank you for reading! Siriana is next!

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Ragnar had been away from Kattegat for several months now. He had no desire to go back, no desire to rule anymore. The thought of being King, of constantly being told he was a failure sickened him. He’d rather wander about in the wands and in lands that he did not recall, than deal with that, ever again.  They didn’t need him and he didn’t need them. He came to a village, one that he was not quite certain about.  

Walking down by the water, he spotted a woman.  “Do you mind if I wash my face and such? I’ve been traveling a while.” 

[thevikingtales]

A Viking Wedding

King Ragnar lifted an eyebrow, surprised by his oldest son's question. "Well, you know your brother, and how quickly his mood tends to change... I'm just giving them time, that's all. To see if this is what they truly want, and if the girl is up to the... challenge... your brother can be." The old viking explained, then took another sip of his beverage and smirked. "And I still stand by my word. Two parties are much better than one!" Staring at his son, Ragnar's amused face gave place to a more serious expression. "Now that I think about it... these girls weren't here when I left, now two of my sons want to marry them... where did they come from? All my wife has told me is that they're related to Helga and Floki..." Even though Ragnar had never been a doting father, he still worried about his sons' wellbeing.

Entering the great hall, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd discussed Bjorn's wedding with excitement. "We should go hunt, for the feast!" Hvitserk suggested, always up to practice the use of his weapons. "Yes!" Ubbe agreed, then turned to Bjorn. "Have you decided whom you want to compete against, for the bridal race? You can choose me, but you'll end up losing and serving the feast!" The bright blue eyed viking joked, chuckling in amusement. "And I can play some songs, during the wedding rites and the feast! Are there some Kori likes in particular?" Sigurd asked, always willing to share his music with whoever wanted to listen.

Meanwhile at the boatbuilder's house, everyone felt excited for Kori and Bjorn. "I'll make you a beautiful dress, leave it to me!" Helga offered, smiling wide. "What about the flowers? We could go flower picking together, Sis! Then I'll make you a beautiful flower crown! Oh, and I'll ask Gyda to braid your hair, she's the best!" Nana suggested, beaming with excitement. "Tell Bjorn not to forget about the rings, Little Fish..." Floki advised, letting out one of his giggles.

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The Garden by Iason Ragnar Bellerophon Via Flickr: Artists DOUG YOUNG and JASON ROBERT BELL will collaborate in a bizarre circus of the absurd featuring chainsaws, ice sculptures, snowcones, fountains, fire, topiary, cream pies and more. "Garden" is a performance/installation that re-engages the age-old battle between man and nature by featuring the basic elements of fire, water, earth and air as both foe and inspiration. Developing out of dialogue the two artists have shared over the last two years "Garden" explores the question how can one continue to make "Art" today that is both immediate and somehow mythic. The response is an unusual amalgam of installation and action using all available talents and abilities - balance, strength, endurance, speed, craft, construction and imagination JASON ROBERT BELL is a graduate of the Art Institute of Chicago (BFA 1995) and Yale School of Art (MFA 2000). He recently had a solo exhibition of paintings at Mario Diacono Gallery in Boston. DOUG YOUG is a graduate of the Art Institute of Chicago (BFA 1995) and the Pratt Institute (MFA 1997). He was recently instated into the Guinness Book of World Records for a 24-Hour Banjo marathon at the Good/Bad Art Collective in Brooklyn, NY in May 2001 Special Thanks to- Jenna J.Young, Paul Brainard, Kory Smith, Joe Infurnari, Peter Staley, Kari Gatzke, Steve Espinola, Brian Farrelly, Mark Shunney, and The New York City Parks Commission.

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Apologies Accepted

The next day Nana woke up to a faint ray of sunshine entering her room and a bird chirping on her window. Despite yesterday's storm, it was a lovely morning. The sea princess smiled, stretched out and sat on the bed. Just as she reached for the water on the small table next to her bed, a young servant girl entered her room. "Good morning, princess Nana." The blonde girl bowed and greeted shyly, to which Nana smiled and shook her head. "Just call me Nana, please! And good morning uh..." She realized she'd never seen this girl before. "Gyda. My parents gave me this name after Ragnar and Lagertha's late daughter." The servant explained, and she seemed proud. "I usually help Queen Aslaug with her dresses and hair, and was assigned to do the same for you..." Nana smiled, more to herself. This was Ivar's doing. Probably his way of letting her know she hadn't quite mastered the art of viking braiding yet. And he was right, Nana could use some help. In fact, whenever she tried doing her own hair it ended up clumsy and Helga always had to help her. "Thank you so much, Gyda! But... promise to teach me how to do beautiful Viking hairstyles too?" The princess asked with an enthusiastic smile. She wanted to learn and to surprise Ivar someday. "Yes, of course!" Gyda nodded and smiled back. Margrethe had told her bad things about this foreign princess, but she seemed nice and kind.

After a while, and thanks to Gyda's help, Nana left her room wearing one of the beautiful dresses she'd found inside the chest, a dark red this time, and exquisite viking braids fit for royals. She felt really pretty and above all, happy. But encountering Margrethe on the hallway put a stain on her good mood. "Oh look, Ivar's pet is awake!" The servant scorned, making the shieldmaiden next to her, whose name Nana was almost sure was Torvi, chuckle. "And she's looking like the Queen herself! It's a shame how everyone's commenting you seduced the poor cripple son to ascend..." Margrethe gave her a fake pout. Nana took a deep breath and smirked. This time, she wouldn't let it slide. She'd heard some comments about Margrethe too and was more than happy to give her a taste of her own poison. "Well, at least and I didn't lay with all of his brothers to still remain a slave girl..." The sea princess retorted, and Torvi laughed, which seemed to infuriate Margrethe even more. "What are you laughing at, Torvi? Bjorn has already replaced you with her sister!" The servant turned her anger towards the shieldmaiden, and Nana just shook her head and left. Hopefully she wouldn't have more trouble with them now.

"Is everything alright, princess?" Ivar asked, raising an eyebrow. He'd heard some commotion in the hallway and had come to see what it was about. "Yes!" Nana reassured with a smile as she approached Ivar and gave him a long, loving kiss. It was enough to lighten up her mood. "Good morning, my love! Slept well?" She asked, caressing his cheek. Just then, Bjorn and Kori approached them. Noticing Kori wanted to talked to Ivar, she let the oldest Ragnarsson accompany her to the great hall, leaving her sister and her prince behind, hoping there would be no more fights.

Kori's apology made Ivar raise an eyebrow in surprise, but the viking prince still smirked and nodded. "Apologies accepted. Join us for breakfast?" He motioned for her to walk ahead of him.