Bjorn Heartholm

[Bjorn Heartholm]

NAME: Bjorn Heartholm
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Masterless
SPECIES: Valkyri
HOME WORLD: Belsavis
AGE: 20
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’6
WEIGHT: 84Kg
EYES: Pure Crystal Blue
HAIR: Sandy-brown
SKIN: Pale (Caucasian)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
PARTNER/INTERESTS: None
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Strengths:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]+ Passionate:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Bjorn has the dedication and passion to continue fighting for his ideologies and beliefs no matter what. He actively indulges in whatever cause he upholds and shows no restraint in accomplishing these goals.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]+ Physically Strong:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Years of tilling soil and hunting in the jungles of Belsavis’ volcanic craters had improved Bjorn’s overall physical strength. He is quite capable of handling his own in a hand to hand battle and his practice with a blade has only honed these capabilities.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Weaknesses:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]- Unrefined Power:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Having no experience in training and enhancing his force powers, Bjorn cannot control himself when exerting the force. While this can ultimately unleash large amounts of raw power, doing so leaves Bjorn exhausted afterwards and unable to perform most tasks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]- Volatile:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]With very little contact with anybody but his community, Bjorn can act irrationally at times, sometimes lashing out in anger or disdain at inappropriate situations. This can cause unnecessary conflict to arise in which case Bjorn usually responds with violence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]- Isolation:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Growing up in a community so isolated from the outside world, Bjorn has no information on the current events and 'goings on' in the galaxy. His isolation means that he has had very little contact with technology as his tribe preferred to rely on the more 'traditional' techniques of survival. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Note: Since his exposure to the rest of the galaxy, Bjorn has been able to adapt to moderate amounts of technology, able to pilot ships at a very basic level of understanding.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]APPEARANCE:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Bjorn’s tall frame and broad shoulders place him much higher than an average human, his bulk on par with his height. The constant physical activity required to support his community on Belsavis meant that he was always working in some form or another and the very few ventures out into the bitter frost of the planet meant that his skin retained a permanent pale complexion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Always stern, Bjorn rarely ever displays emotions of cockiness or content when accomplishing a goal, silently recognising the work he has achieved and pushing onward unto the next task at hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Clad in a multitude of furs and other basic garments that assisted in fighting off the icy bite of the cold, Bjorn does not feel the need to purchase new cloths suitable to other cultures, instead feeling comfortable in his own attire. Bjorn also carries his father's large broadsword with him wherever he goes, having it sheathed upon his back underneath his fur-cloak.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]SHIP:
One Marauder-class corvette, the Pale Hunter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]KILLS:
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A

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ROLE-PLAYS:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Please PM me if you’re are searching for anything in particular.[/SIZE]

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

BIOGRAPHY​

[SIZE=12pt]I was born to a native tribe located in one of the many jungles situated in the volcanic craters of Belsavis, the elders told stories of how we were descended from a small tribe of Valkyri who were taken from the Valkyri home world of Midvinter and imprisoned in a large complex on Belsavis, worked to death by their captors. They told tales of a great escape, spearheaded by our ancestors who found one of the many craters of Belsavis, lush with jungle, and settled there. I quickly learned and adapted to the way of my people: ‘It is better to be the wolf than it is the lamb,’ this motto the very backbone of the survival of our tribe. Passion was one of the things I first developed, as a child I needed to ensure the safety and survival of my family, and after the passing of my father to a sudden sickness that swept the community, Bjorn was the only capable one left. Every day I would work, harvesting crops, hunting fauna and collecting herbs in the jungle to see my family through another day. It was in those very jungles where I first heard the voices… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It started as soft whispering, something that could just as easily be mistaken for a rustle in the leaves or the winds sweeping through the trees. Until it… no, they, grew louder with each passing day, calling my name. The voices were not there to torment me, not there to cause my insanity, no, they drove me onward, only adding to my will to achieve, imbuing me with a new founded strength. It was then I discovered my force-sensitivity, I was stalking a Mookla in the thick of the jungle one day, the canopy obscuring the sun with only miniscule amounts of light seeping through. I nocked an arrow tight into the drawstring of my bow and pulled back, aiming right for the creature's heart, it was then when I felt something, myself, reaching out towards it, only I wasn’t moving. I lowered the bow as confusion began to etch its way into my mind, I had no control over what I was doing but I felt the ebb and flow, the pulsating of some unknown force reach out to the very life essence of the Mookla, and drawing that essence away, depriving it of its life in but a movement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]I returned to the village, not knowing at the time what power was within me. Of course, my parents had told me nothing of the force, barely acknowledging its existence in our community as no one had ever shown any aptitude for the power. My mother explained what little she knew of it to me upon my return, telling me that I was destined for greatness. It was only a few days later when the sickness returned. Both my mother and sister were too weak to fight it and despite my best efforts, both eventually passed, leaving me, the only surviving member of our family. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Being so isolated from everything, it was difficult to escape the planet. [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]With no means of communication with the outside galaxy, I left with only the clothes upon my back and my father's broadsword. As a child he used to weave tales of how its bone hilt had been carved from the thigh of the last Mythasaur, a legendary creature that went extinct many years ago, in my nativity, I believed the tales, every last word. I Spent countless days and nights hiking through the frozen wasteland of Belsavis, my Valkyri blood keeping me from freezing to death. Hunting the native species and using their corpses for warmth when night struck, my passion drove me onward. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]One fateful day, I came across a large complex, guarded by men in strange armour, the likes of which I had never witnessed before. Before explaining my plight, they immediately detained me, suspecting I had other intentions here than leaving that planet. After convincing them of my true goals, they escorted me to a transport ship bound elsewhere and sent me on my way, speaking of a galaxy unlike the stories I was told of as a child. I let the ship take me to wherever it pleased, knowing that I would now take control of my own fate, and harness my newfound powers...[/SIZE]

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

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[Bjorn Heartholm]

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[Thurion Heavenshield]

[member="Bjorn Heartholm"]

I'll just let this sit here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/17632-the-valkyri/

 

[Kana Truden]

Välkommen, välkommen, Björn Hjärtholm!

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Took [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] 's advice and made Bjorn a descendant of the Valkri, who were taken from Midvinter and eventually settled where his backstory takes place.

Thank's buddy!

[member="Kana Truden"]

Thank you for the welcome sister!