Valdir

File:Whitechapel New Banner 2.jpg "I have often wished myself a beast. I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Any thing, no matter what, to get rid of thinking! It was this everlasting thinking of my condition that tormented me. There was no getting rid of it. It was pressed upon me by every object within sight or hearing, animate or inanimate." ― Frederick Douglass You Hunt... Your Fellow Creatures?: I ask, still in disbelief. "Of course. A hunt is only as interesting as the prey is clever!" ― M.D. Elster, Four Kings File:Whitechapel gif.gif Òran Cogaidh: "Some day you will sing a song of me." I Know What I Am Capable Of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt. ― Pittacus Lore, The Rise of Nine File:Whitechapel 2.jpg [[Giantborn]]: Blue like glacial-fed lakes, his temperament runs as cool as his skin colour suggests. He is of the frozen fjords, descendant of ice giants, and proud to be so. [[Ranger]]: Don't let the greatsword fool you. [[Bràithre Fiadhaich]]: With a wild affinity for the Wolverine, it's perhaps no surprise that his companion in battles fierce is one. He insists that he knows what the snarling gnash means, and that Braithre is happy to see him, but from the scars that litter his arms one really has to question the validity of that claim. [[Trainer]]: His life has been spent amongst the wild and wondrous beasts of the alpine range, training his camp-mates for various tasks -- there may not have been a newspaper to fetch, but there were certainly threats to keep at bay or alarms to raise. Do you need help handling animals? Word around town is moving fast, and it's all good, baby. [[Survivalist]]: He is skilled in the art of survival; not only that of scavenging, but of the non-magical recovery of wounds and wear. Perhaps you are a fellow lover of the land, or may be that you are a city-dwelling greenling that has need of education or aid. He is available to both sides of the coin. [[Tracker]]: Need something, or someONE found? He knows how to keep his ear to the ground and eyes on the path, even when others can't see it. His people have a long history of finding their worth in the hunt of the greatest predators, and what greater is there than man? [[Glory Seeker]]: He perpetually seeks glory in the name of his family, his lodge, and his God. If there's a chance he might find some, it won't be difficult to convince him to run headlong into the most questionable of situations. [[Undead]]: His tribe has spent generations fighting off the draugr of the northern lands, and he has become quite adept at their destruction. However, his favouring of this particular foe may grow deeper. ... Perhaps you've knowledge in the area? Maybe you have the answers he's been seeking so long. There Is A Savage Beast in Every Man: And when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. ― George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords File:Whitechapel 3.jpg War - Poets of the Fall Do you remember standing on a broken field, White crippled wings beating the sky? The harbingers of war with their nature revealed, And our chances flowing by If I can let the memory heal I will remember you with me on that field When I thought that I fought this war alone You were there by my side on the front line When I thought that I fought without a cause You gave me a reason to try Turn the page I need to see something new For now my innocence is torn We cannot linger on this stunted view Like rabid dogs of war I will let the memory heal I will remember you with me on that field When I thought that I fought this war alone You were there by my side on the front line And we fought to believe the impossible When I thought that I fought this war alone We were one with our destinies entwined When I thought that I fought without a cause You gave me the reason why With no-one wearing their real face It's a whiteout of emotion And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall When the love in letters fade It's like moving in slow motion And we're already too late if we arrive at all And then we're caught up in the arms race An involuntary addiction And we're shedding every value our mothers taught So will you please show me your real face Draw the line in the horizon Cos I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought When I thought that I fought this war alone File:Whitechapel 4.jpg Fehu - Wardruna Fe vældur frænda rogi Føðesk ulfr i skogi Fe er firða gaman Frænda rogu Gravseiðis gata Ormen ligg i kveile I løyndom vakar under Som ei helufallen åker Strif dom frender råker ------ Fe causes strife amongst friends The wolf feeds in the forest Fe is joy to man Strife amongst kin Path of the serpent The snake lies coiled Hidden, it waits beneath Like a frost-covered field Strife that kinsmen suffer. A Beast Beneath The Skin File:Whitechapel PB 2.jpg Name: Valdir Heldenhammer Relatives: Unknown Apparent Age: Adult Height: 7'4" Eyes: Seafoam Hair: Glacial Blue Lineage: Jarl Magnus Heldenhammer Culture: Unknown Birthplace: Ivrshaad / Nomadic Cause: Daddy Issues Position: Forward Reconnaissance Role: Unanswered Questionnaire File:Whitechapel Gif 2.gif ... Slumbering, Not Dead ... }}