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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Blackroot" data-source="post: 3618441" data-attributes="member: 50753">My colleague -Blind Azathoth- brought this thread to my attention, and like him I also share interest in Beowulf and Eaters of the Dead. I'm posting a character, executioner/assassin, who is riddled with flaws brought on by excessive egocentrism and nihilism. the most important thing to note is that he is indifferent to a lot of things, and because of this he will do pretty much anything with the right motivation, usually food or money, and not even that much. So anyway, here goes. [sblock=Útlagi] He doesn't plan to pay for his room or his board either. He stoically passes through the opened second floor window and drops onto the muddy road below, his buckled stiletto jabs into his thigh as he hits the ground. The town doesn't hold the same allure as it did in his childhood, the old fishing village rots away into the old customs its holds. About fifty leagues from where he stands lays his homeland, to which he'd never return. The contempt for his family, namely his father, and the Town Elders that despised his existence and that of any other bastard keep him far from the slum that was his birthplace. He traverses the main stretch of town, barely noticing the fishmongers and prostitutes that pepper the streets, his mind only on two people. He approaches a rotting hovel that stands between the coast and the edge of the forest. The building is occupied by only one man; a self-proclaimed businessman and Elder, a blackmailer of the poor, and a man whose bounty belongs to Útlagi. Gígr is as vile as he is fat and stupid. A local merchant paid 26 silvers to have him disposed of. The bounty in no way reflects Útlagi's seemingly inborn skill, but rather his un-interest in wealth. He slowly slips into an unlocked doorway and finds the body of the vile swine laying asleep on a bundle of linen and animal skins. While the job will be easy, Útlagi finds more satisfaction in the chase as opposed to the kill, but this will suffice. He unsheathes his stiletto and holds it above the bloated jugular of his soon-to-be victim.  He wipes the blood from dagger with a small leaf in the underbrush he passes through. He leaves the town of his latest victim and heads into the unknown lands of the North, keeping a keen ear an peeled eye for any possible ventures that may come his way-- especially if said ventures may include the use of his stiletto.{Emotionally dying/dead assassin. Uses mostly a stiletto/dagger-type weapon. The most important thing about Utlagi is the fact that he is indifferent to a lot of things, and because of this he will do pretty much anything with the right motivation, usually food or money, and not even that much.}[/sblock]</blockquote>

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