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Name Ingame: Rowan 'Muninn' Heimdall
Steam Id: STEAM_0:1:581158120
My Lore: MI666 J.S. Carver
The year is 1898; it's a quiet day in early July. The sun beats on the roof of a small home nestled in the forests and mountains of rural Norway. A child is playing in his room the scent of the wood oven in the next room fills the house. His mother hums an old Norse lullaby as she kneads dough across a flour-dusted table. His father is outside cutting wood as he did every day...
There, a young boy sits cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by carved wooden animals and weathered stones gathered from the nearby hills. While other children imagined themselves kings or warriors, he preferred to watch. He listened to the wind slipping through the trees, counted the footsteps outside before they reached the door, and noticed birds taking flight long before anyone else heard the reason.
The boy paused.
For a single heartbeat, he heard something impossible.
Not a voice.
Not a sound.
A horn.
His skin smoldered, the smoke carrying flecks of shimmering gold as it curled toward the ceiling, igniting the dry timber of the meekly cabin ablaze.
"Mom!?" he cried, panic breaking through his voice.
His mother rushed into the room, recoiling as the golden light consumed the room. Pushing her away from her son. He'd reach out to his mother, his fingertips smoldering and sparking with gold instantly; she lights ablaze. The door slammed open. His father froze. For a moment, he could not comprehend what he was seeing. His first thought was his son, the boy he raised. The boy was curled into a ball his fear strengthened the runes. His father took a step closer, and he felt his body tingle...
The man was instantly electrocuted; arcs of lightning leapt from his body. As he slowly died, all he saw was the horror on his son's face as he had killed his father and mother. The boy lay there for what felt like days in that burnt house, the ash coating his skin, causing his wounds to turn a dark black as it healed. Leaving permanent tattoos across his body.
As he lay in that burnt home, he could swear he could see 2 crows spiraling overhead. As if they were watching him....
A few years after the incident, Rowan Nilsen was adopted by J.S. Carver due to his innate abilities in thaumaturgy. Leading Carver to create the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology. Being one of the first few students, he excelled. But it seemed his powers were limited and often held him back from the others. He did hold an interest in other worlds and the dimensions in between. Leading to him becoming an established researcher up until he became 24.
During research related to a new theory by researcher "Einstein" relating to time stabilization containment. Rowan was frozen in time. Locked in a point of research for close to 100 years until he was freed by a thaumologist in 2016, since then he's been catching up and working on new projects and related sciences. His body now refuses to age, leaving him with more time than he will have to do with.
The black marks on his body had changed as well, forming intricate lines and circles matching that of old Norse runes. His abilities grew stronger without use, but he doesn't care. His research is one of the most important things to him. In this new world, he's learned and grown to be a person who is a relic but also someone who pushes to a new future. He's no longer Rowen Nilsen. He's someone new. Not only that, but he's Rowan 'Munnin' Heimdall.
Small edit here for clarification
He has basic thaumaturgical abilities that still burn his skin, leaving that black and gold-flecked smoke.
As well, there could be more origin LARPs if applied too
He would be classified as a type Black {THIS IS A HUGE MB}
But if not, he can just be a thaum from a forgotten era
Steam Id: STEAM_0:1:581158120
My Lore: MI666 J.S. Carver
The year is 1898; it's a quiet day in early July. The sun beats on the roof of a small home nestled in the forests and mountains of rural Norway. A child is playing in his room the scent of the wood oven in the next room fills the house. His mother hums an old Norse lullaby as she kneads dough across a flour-dusted table. His father is outside cutting wood as he did every day...
There, a young boy sits cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by carved wooden animals and weathered stones gathered from the nearby hills. While other children imagined themselves kings or warriors, he preferred to watch. He listened to the wind slipping through the trees, counted the footsteps outside before they reached the door, and noticed birds taking flight long before anyone else heard the reason.
The boy paused.
For a single heartbeat, he heard something impossible.
Not a voice.
Not a sound.
A horn.
His skin smoldered, the smoke carrying flecks of shimmering gold as it curled toward the ceiling, igniting the dry timber of the meekly cabin ablaze.
"Mom!?" he cried, panic breaking through his voice.
His mother rushed into the room, recoiling as the golden light consumed the room. Pushing her away from her son. He'd reach out to his mother, his fingertips smoldering and sparking with gold instantly; she lights ablaze. The door slammed open. His father froze. For a moment, he could not comprehend what he was seeing. His first thought was his son, the boy he raised. The boy was curled into a ball his fear strengthened the runes. His father took a step closer, and he felt his body tingle...
The man was instantly electrocuted; arcs of lightning leapt from his body. As he slowly died, all he saw was the horror on his son's face as he had killed his father and mother. The boy lay there for what felt like days in that burnt house, the ash coating his skin, causing his wounds to turn a dark black as it healed. Leaving permanent tattoos across his body.
As he lay in that burnt home, he could swear he could see 2 crows spiraling overhead. As if they were watching him....
A few years after the incident, Rowan Nilsen was adopted by J.S. Carver due to his innate abilities in thaumaturgy. Leading Carver to create the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology. Being one of the first few students, he excelled. But it seemed his powers were limited and often held him back from the others. He did hold an interest in other worlds and the dimensions in between. Leading to him becoming an established researcher up until he became 24.
During research related to a new theory by researcher "Einstein" relating to time stabilization containment. Rowan was frozen in time. Locked in a point of research for close to 100 years until he was freed by a thaumologist in 2016, since then he's been catching up and working on new projects and related sciences. His body now refuses to age, leaving him with more time than he will have to do with.
The black marks on his body had changed as well, forming intricate lines and circles matching that of old Norse runes. His abilities grew stronger without use, but he doesn't care. His research is one of the most important things to him. In this new world, he's learned and grown to be a person who is a relic but also someone who pushes to a new future. He's no longer Rowen Nilsen. He's someone new. Not only that, but he's Rowan 'Munnin' Heimdall.
Small edit here for clarification
He has basic thaumaturgical abilities that still burn his skin, leaving that black and gold-flecked smoke.
As well, there could be more origin LARPs if applied too
He would be classified as a type Black {THIS IS A HUGE MB}
But if not, he can just be a thaum from a forgotten era
