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When he was 17, one of the younger kids that Magnar had become friends with had disappeared. There was a half hearted search for him, but he wasnt the kind of kid the police wasted their resources on. It was announced that he had probably run away, and the investigation was closed. Magnar felt that something was wrong, so he did a little investigating of his own. He had heard the boy saying that he had met a man that was talking about adopting him, but it wasnt through any of the official channels. | When he was 17, one of the younger kids that Magnar had become friends with had disappeared. There was a half hearted search for him, but he wasnt the kind of kid the police wasted their resources on. It was announced that he had probably run away, and the investigation was closed. Magnar felt that something was wrong, so he did a little investigating of his own. He had heard the boy saying that he had met a man that was talking about adopting him, but it wasnt through any of the official channels. | ||
Magnar watched the man for a few days and was sure that something was amiss. After the man left his house one afternoon, Magnar picked the lock and snuck in. Inside he discovered 100s of pictures of his friend and other young boys. Additionally, there was evidence that suggested that the man did more than just watch the boys, including a bag full of bloody clothes. Magnar found his friends t-shirt and shoes in there and was certain that he had killed the boy. | |||
Magnar put everything back the way he found it, found a large knife in the kitchen, and hid in the man's room. The man came home a little after dark but did not go to bed until late. Magnar remained patient, however. He waited for almost an hour after the man had gone to bed before he slipped out of his hiding place in the bedroom. He moved quickly and silently to the man's side and slit his throat in one smooth stroke. The man tried to reach for something in his bedstand drawer, but Magnar held him down until he stopped breathing and twitching. | |||
Magnar threw the knife to the side and looked in the drawer were a silenced pistol was lying. Even so close, it had done him no good. Magnar tucked the pistol in his pants and slipped out of the house. He head back to his foster parents' house and snuck in through a window he and the other boys kept unlocked. A few days later the murder was in the news, as were the things found in the house. | |||
Magnar was not surprised when the police showed up at the house and asked for him. His fingerprints were on file, and he had touched plenty of things in the house. The officer that had come to arrest him has a large man with an eye patch. Magnar didnt resist when the man handcuffed him and put him in the back of the cruiser. It was only one man and Magnar was nearly as large, but something told him that this man was not someone to be trifled with. | |||
The man took him straight to an interrogation room. Normally you would stop at booking first. The man told him to take a seat and then sat down on the other side of the table. Normally they made you wait before they would talk to you. Magnar sat down and just stared at the man, the man just stared back. | |||
"Not a bad job. No sign of breaking and entering, little sign of a struggle. You didn't leave any DNA evidence or anything like. Of course you are probably twice his size, and he was asleep, so its not like he had a chance to defend himself. You left fingerprints everywhere though. That was a dumb move." The man seemed rather unconcerned with what had been done and more worried about how well Magnar had done it. "I suppose if you had worn gloves though, I would never have found you and made the connection. I have been looking for you for a long time, about 17 years now I figure. You see, son, I am your father." | |||
Magnar stared at him. This had to be the dumbest police tactic he had ever seen. | |||
The officer waited for him to react, but Magnar never moved. "Fair enough. I suppose I wouldnt believe me either if I was you. The story will only get more bizarre though. You see... I am Odin, The All-Father... of the Norse Gods that is. Your mother was stolen from me by titan spawn before your birth, and I have been looking for you ever since. They killed her, the poor girl, but it was clear that you had already been born when they did. I have been looking for you ever since." | |||
What was the plan here? Something so stupid that it would disarm him. Magnar just sat and stared at the police officer. | |||
"I suppose I can't expect you to believe me. I guess I will have to show you." The police officer got up and open the door out of the room. "Come on." The police officer lead Magnar back into a police car and started to drive away from the police station. | |||
Magnar's mind was racing. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Telling him a stupid story, not booking him, arresting him alone, taking him for a drive... None of it made sense. | |||
They pulled up in front of a house Magnar knew immediately. It was the house he killed the guy in. It was still surrounded by police tape, but there was no longer an officer standing outside. The police officer grabbed a bag and got out. Then he opened the door for Magnar and told him to hurry up. He pulled down the tape and unlocked the door. He went in with Magnar following behind him, still in handcuffs. He led Magnar to the bedroom and uncuffed him once inside. | |||
"I think this might convince you." The police officer pulled an axe out of the bag and Magnar jumped back. | |||
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" cursed Magnar. The axe had a long wooden handle of some black wood and looked like something a Viking would use. | |||
"Oh don't be a bitch." The police officer extended the handle to Magnar and waited for him to take it. Magnar reached out and took it. It was heavy, but he could easily handle it with his strength. | |||
More soon... | More soon... | ||
Revision as of 20:20, 4 October 2011
Basic Info
Name: Magnar Odinson
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 240 lbs
Age: 19
Eyes: Blue/Grey
Hair: Black
Likes: Night, The Quiet Before the Dawn, The Hunt, Freshly Dug Earth, Heavy Metal, and Red Meat
Dislikes: Weakness, Waste, Hippies, People afraid to get their hands dirty
Father: Odin
Pantheon: Aesir
Nature: Fanatic
Motivation: Magnar hunts the dark things in the night. He does not do so in order to protect the innocent or for fame and glory. Magnar hunts to protect his family the Aesir by preventing, or at least delaying, Ragnarok.
Magnar: Character Sheet
Stories
The Myth of the Eternal Return
Background
For as long as Magnar can remember, he has been a warden of the state. He bounced between foster homes, boarding schools, orphanages, and juvie until he aged out of the system at 18. Magnar was labeled as a trouble maker at a young age, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. Once you were surrounded by bad kids and guardians looking for you to cause trouble, it was impossible to get away clean. All considering, however, he got away pretty clean.
Magnar was always one of the biggest strongest kids around. Kids would occasionlly pick a fight with him to prove how tough they were, but for the most part, he was left alone. Magnar was also a quiet child with a sharp mind and was always watching everything around him. He got along with the other kids well enough but rarely went out of his way to make friends. The friends he did make were often like him, quiet and looking to avoid trouble.
Magnar was an average student. He could have done better but was usually preoccupied with were his next meal was going to come from, if his new foster parents abused their foster kids, or which way home would avoid the gangs. He did neither good or bad enough to garner any attention for his academics. Magnar was too large to avoid the notice of coaches at the school, however. He ended up playing as a linebacker on the football team and a wrestler. Magnar could have probably landed a scholorship to play one of the sports at a small or medium sized school, but fate had other plans for him.
When he was 17, one of the younger kids that Magnar had become friends with had disappeared. There was a half hearted search for him, but he wasnt the kind of kid the police wasted their resources on. It was announced that he had probably run away, and the investigation was closed. Magnar felt that something was wrong, so he did a little investigating of his own. He had heard the boy saying that he had met a man that was talking about adopting him, but it wasnt through any of the official channels.
Magnar watched the man for a few days and was sure that something was amiss. After the man left his house one afternoon, Magnar picked the lock and snuck in. Inside he discovered 100s of pictures of his friend and other young boys. Additionally, there was evidence that suggested that the man did more than just watch the boys, including a bag full of bloody clothes. Magnar found his friends t-shirt and shoes in there and was certain that he had killed the boy.
Magnar put everything back the way he found it, found a large knife in the kitchen, and hid in the man's room. The man came home a little after dark but did not go to bed until late. Magnar remained patient, however. He waited for almost an hour after the man had gone to bed before he slipped out of his hiding place in the bedroom. He moved quickly and silently to the man's side and slit his throat in one smooth stroke. The man tried to reach for something in his bedstand drawer, but Magnar held him down until he stopped breathing and twitching.
Magnar threw the knife to the side and looked in the drawer were a silenced pistol was lying. Even so close, it had done him no good. Magnar tucked the pistol in his pants and slipped out of the house. He head back to his foster parents' house and snuck in through a window he and the other boys kept unlocked. A few days later the murder was in the news, as were the things found in the house.
Magnar was not surprised when the police showed up at the house and asked for him. His fingerprints were on file, and he had touched plenty of things in the house. The officer that had come to arrest him has a large man with an eye patch. Magnar didnt resist when the man handcuffed him and put him in the back of the cruiser. It was only one man and Magnar was nearly as large, but something told him that this man was not someone to be trifled with.
The man took him straight to an interrogation room. Normally you would stop at booking first. The man told him to take a seat and then sat down on the other side of the table. Normally they made you wait before they would talk to you. Magnar sat down and just stared at the man, the man just stared back.
"Not a bad job. No sign of breaking and entering, little sign of a struggle. You didn't leave any DNA evidence or anything like. Of course you are probably twice his size, and he was asleep, so its not like he had a chance to defend himself. You left fingerprints everywhere though. That was a dumb move." The man seemed rather unconcerned with what had been done and more worried about how well Magnar had done it. "I suppose if you had worn gloves though, I would never have found you and made the connection. I have been looking for you for a long time, about 17 years now I figure. You see, son, I am your father."
Magnar stared at him. This had to be the dumbest police tactic he had ever seen.
The officer waited for him to react, but Magnar never moved. "Fair enough. I suppose I wouldnt believe me either if I was you. The story will only get more bizarre though. You see... I am Odin, The All-Father... of the Norse Gods that is. Your mother was stolen from me by titan spawn before your birth, and I have been looking for you ever since. They killed her, the poor girl, but it was clear that you had already been born when they did. I have been looking for you ever since."
What was the plan here? Something so stupid that it would disarm him. Magnar just sat and stared at the police officer.
"I suppose I can't expect you to believe me. I guess I will have to show you." The police officer got up and open the door out of the room. "Come on." The police officer lead Magnar back into a police car and started to drive away from the police station.
Magnar's mind was racing. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Telling him a stupid story, not booking him, arresting him alone, taking him for a drive... None of it made sense.
They pulled up in front of a house Magnar knew immediately. It was the house he killed the guy in. It was still surrounded by police tape, but there was no longer an officer standing outside. The police officer grabbed a bag and got out. Then he opened the door for Magnar and told him to hurry up. He pulled down the tape and unlocked the door. He went in with Magnar following behind him, still in handcuffs. He led Magnar to the bedroom and uncuffed him once inside.
"I think this might convince you." The police officer pulled an axe out of the bag and Magnar jumped back.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" cursed Magnar. The axe had a long wooden handle of some black wood and looked like something a Viking would use.
"Oh don't be a bitch." The police officer extended the handle to Magnar and waited for him to take it. Magnar reached out and took it. It was heavy, but he could easily handle it with his strength.
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Personality
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