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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Spring
▶ Temp || 43℉ (8℃) - 70℉ (21℃)
▶ Weather || The nip of Winter has begun to ebb away, replaced by the gentle embrace of Spring as it ushers in new life. Plant life peeks out from the melting snow and birdsong fills the air once more, calling drowsy residents from their hideaways. Slowly but surely, the continent’s hustle and bustle returns.


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"Like his companion, he steadies himself with the salt on his tongue, the sharp-sour smell of the sea like a fresh-split oyster. The beach, for him, is like an intersection between dreams and reality: endless, lulling, pungent and terribly dangerous. Realer than anything, and a mystery he will never solve. It is the only un-knowing he has learned to be comfortable with." From This Grand Show is eternal

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The Character

▶ Age: 501 [Year ]
▶ Gender: He/Him/His
▶ Orientation: Heterosexual
▶ Breed: Holsteiner Mix
▶ Height: 17.3
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▶ Joined: 09-19-2017
▶ Last Visit: 02-22-2018, 05:19 PM
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     A P P E A R A N C E     

Breed: -- Holsteiner Mutt
Gender: -- Stallion
Age: -- 9 years
Species: -- Unicorn
Eyes: -- Olive green
Mane: -- Black and white, tangled, adorned with golden beads
Tail: -- White, tangled, leonine
Body:-- Dark Brown, White, Black      
-- Thick, muscular, long legged, scarred
Hooves: -- Cloven, black with brown stripes
Horns: -- Curved, dark grey, positioned behind his ears, often called "demon horns"
Markings: -- Black/White brindling, Vegvisir tattooed on right shoulder

Ralik's coat is a mixture of brown, black, and white, that come together to form a rather strikingly handsome creature. The vast expanse of his body is mostly dark brown and black, decorated with black brindles, that crisscross his frame. A patch of white stretches from his left side to his right, from knee to knee, the edges of it breaking into white brindles. On his right shoulder is a tattoo of a Vegvisir, a mark intended to help the bearer navigate through rough weather. His brother, may he rest in peace, wore a matching mark on his left shoulder.

He is a tall and muscular beast of a stallion, bred from a long line of warriors that dates back many generations. His body is littered by scars that he gained from both battle, and Huldra's acts of revenge. The most savage of these is the one across his throat, courtesy of Huldra. At one time it was a gaping wound that poured an endless supply of blood, but now it scarred over, hairless, and little more than a reminder of the wench's attempted escape.

Ralik is not typically one to care for his appearance or his level of cleanliness. More often than not he is sweaty and sandy. His mane and the plume of his tail are coarse and stiff from the briny seawater, and knotted from the wind. He's done very little to correct this and as a result a few chunks have formed into dreadlocks. Still, he wears golden beads in several strands of his mane and tail, though even if he were to try and get rid of them the tangles and knots would prevent him from doing so. He also wears three golden studs in his left ear.

make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and a yo ho ho
     P E R S O N A L I T Y     

The Good -- Humorous, Observant, Witty, Flirtatious, Confident, Social, Protective (of Huldra)
The Bad -- Alcoholic, Cynical, Sarcastic, Shameless, Irresponsible, Sexy and he knows it, Cruel

Drunk Ralik and Sober Ralik are two entirely different creatures. Alcohol tends to bring out the better, more positive parts of Ralik's personality. In an inebriated state he is more playful and willing to engage in silly, pointless behavior. He will laugh loudly, and joke with anyone that he comes into contact with. He'll flirt shamelessly, though he rarely follows through with any advances he makes in favor of drinking until he passes out. He is totally careless about where he passes out, and more often than not, will start drinking again once he regains consciousness.

In a sober state, Ralik has a more cynical view of the world. He expects the worst out of everyone, regardless of what they say their intentions are. He's lived long enough (having been immortal) that he has come to believe that everyone is innately cruel and selfish, worried about only themselves and what they can gain. At one time he could have been considered a good guy, but his long life and his ever growing cynical view of the world around him has led to him developing more cruel tendencies when dealing with others. He is confident in his choices, decisions, and opinions and is rarely convinced to change his mind. When his mind is clear and not clouded by alcohol, he is far more observant and will often answer questions with witty comebacks or sarcastic remarks, and doesn't give a rats ass if he offends anyone.

He does not take well to responsibility and often shirks whatever duties he's been given. This was part of the reason he, Tarik, and Huldra all crashed and were stranded in Helovia, though he denies being the one solely responsible for it.

Regardless of his state of inebriation, Ralik is extremely protective of Huldra and will fight anyone who tries to do harm to her. She is his wench and his alone.
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and a yo ho ho
     H I S T O R Y     
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and a yo ho ho


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     H E A D C A N N O N     

x. Was immortal prior to his arrival in Helovia and Novus. Because of his advanced age he cannot remember how he is related to members of his family.

x. Provokes Huldra regardless of his level of inebriation.

x. Has a strong dislike of magic and will go out of his way to avoid it, though he feels that enchantments are somewhat different than magic.

x. Will drink until he passes out and will pass out wherever he pleases.

x. Used to carry a battle axe strapped to his side by a leather harness. It was lost when he, Tarik, and Huldra were shipwrecked in Helovia. He would like to have it back.

x. When drinking with anyone he'll often propose a toast "Here's to being happily drunk!"
make that bastard walk the plank
with a bottle of rum and a yo ho ho

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