Lord Soth Grimsson the Edgy

Rays of light shimmered on scales of coal, as the draki roared in the skies above bloodred snow.
In the midsts of the beasts carnage, a single man approached from the steam and smoke from Raggnir's blazing wrath. Wielding only spear and axe in his hands, he walks through the inferno, unphased by it's heat.
"One would believe that you had wisened up, after the revelation of your fathers fate." The beast gently landed on his two feet and towerd above the defiant man, who had his spear pointed in challenge. "Tell me, Soth Grimmson, son of the Challenger. Why do you chase death so eagerly?" Raggnir's large nostrils puffed smoke as the serpent seemed to grin.
With a single footstep forth, Soth's gaze pierced the draki's lizardlike eyes. "A proposition, serve me in life or death, the choice is yours."
The creature let out a riggid laugher that sent sparks around the man, as his snakelike neck bent back in amusement and yellow eyes grew red. "Northmen, as dense as ever I see. How amusing, another worthless hero thinks he can take me, Raggnir the Infernal, to his final rest!?"
Soth clutched the grip of his spear harder, as he could feel the heavy breathing of a hundered teeth circulate around his neck. "Another arrogant snake, who fails to adress his dark overlord properly. "
"Snake!?" Raggnir's eyes bursted wide open as the beast let out a raging scream, with a charcoal cascade following in it's wake.
Like the thunder, Soth met the fire with a warcry of his own that pierced through the flames. like a jolt of lightning, the spell dispersed the flames and crashed into Raggnir's frame.
"Disgusting welp!" Raggnir raised his wing and claw like a shield, when Soth went for the kill. Still, the blades crashed through scale and skin, drawing blue blood as the draki roared and reeled back on his feet. Blindly his claws swept for the man, who guilefully dodged the strikes.
As the bladestorm flashed past mere inches from Soth's face, he went for another strike. His spear struck true and peirced the serpentine neck.
The creature let out another cry of pain, filled with dread as the weapon sank into his flesh. Luckily, the steel didn't pierce far enough, as the beast managed to land a silent strike with his claw.
By the force of impact alone, Soth felt how he crashed down into the snow. He felt how his face was torn through his lips and cheek, as his plate slowly turned crimson from the leaking wounds.
There was no time to bleed though, as Raggnir lunged towards him with a lions speed, and ten times it's size. He was vikingr, a man who's blood and soul always fought to the last breath.
Defying the draki one last time, Soth rose up with axe in hand. With a flick of his wrist, the weapon turned into a projectile of destruction that took the beasts eye. Soon followed a whistling fist, that met the claw and shattered it on impact.
"What?" Came the surprised gasp from Raggnir, moments before a hook smashed into his temple with the force of a warhammer.
The beast staggered, as his feet gave way. Raggnir fell down on all four with his weigh percing the spear deeper into his throat.
Soth wiped the blood from his face, as he tore the axe out of the creature. "Tonight, marks a dawn of a new age. An age of glory!" The warrior howled out another cry of war, louder and more fierce than any beast, as the axe fell to seal Raggnirs fate.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Regular training has granted Soth good health. Due to good hygiene he lacks any form of sicknesses and remains free from blotts and scruples that mud and dirt can cause.
Soth is also fairly muscular, not like a mountain with bulging veins, but enough that his broad shoulders and sixpack can take a full staff blow on the chest, and allow him to barely even flinch.
He's also surprisingly agile for his size, perhaps not able to scale a mountain with ease, but he certainly moves with the grace of the wind.

Facial Features

Defined and sharp jaw, and cheekbones that carry up broad mouth and powerful nose. A scar runs from his cheek and past his lip, down to a strong, manly chin. He also has a slightly wide eyespacing with thick eyebrows.

Identifying Characteristics

A full sleeve tattoo of a coalscaled Muspeldraki covers Soth's right arm. He never wears armour around the limb, so the artwork remains visible.

Physical quirks

Soth tends to walk with his feet pointing outwards, which caused jokes about how he always seem to be second away from bursting into a step dance.

Special abilities

As an unsuspecting scholar, Soth is a competent warrior-skald, which means that he can wield his voice as a weapon, through manipulating wavelengths and mystical words.
The man is also enhanced with Aasar augmentation, meaning his tattoo is spiritlinked to the soul of the creature it depicts.

Apparel & Accessories

Whether successful or not in his motivational goals, the future will certainly look at Soth as the father of punk, with his style of a halfshaved head, and short purple spikes of dragonbone covering his left arm and shoulders. He also loves wearing his plate, and almonst never goes anywhere without his armour in reach. The set of steel plate is coloured both in it's natural shade, black and with bronze layer parts that emphasize his abs and legwork.
Either over his armour, or outside of the battlefield, he wears a sleeveless, ashgray doublet. The piece of clothing is made from charcoal dyed hides and purple wool from mammoths. It is kneedeep in length and has a fuzzy wool collar around the neck, which certainly could protect from the weather, if not for the fact that Soth never buttons.

Specialized Equipment

Around his belt of dragonscale, a couple of horns always hang, adorned in gold and black steel bindings. The drinking horn however, is carved from the finest oak, while the battlehorn comes straight from the scalp of a draki.
A leather scabbard also holds his blade, the Ashserpent in place.

Mental characteristics

Accomplishments & Achievements

Slaying Raggnir, a firebursting draki who tormented many villagers through the generations, marked Soth's first victory and the reason why so many ogroids and dragonkin threw their lot with him.
His dark reign however, started with the reclaimation of his father's sword, the Ashserpent, that he took back in a successful raid against the Wyrdling.

Failures & Embarrassments

Soth has done several attempts at recruiting the Askmunding to join him, in his conquest to claim Norvik, but due to a severe lack in respecting their elder, it failed pretty bad.
He also managed to claim half of the Wyrdenvird, yet his dark hordes were pushed back hard, and the opposition almost managed to reach through into his dominion.

Mental Trauma

Secretly, Soth suffers from anxiety to honour his father, a man who died honorably in combat yet before he managed to achieve a prophecy of slaying Nidrhaug. It's with a heavy heart he bears the burder of his legacy's failure to succeed in this godgiven gift, which also causes him to struggle from time to time, as his inevidible showdown with the beast seems to grow closer as each day passes.

Intellectual Characteristics

Musical, logical and philosophical.

Morality & Philosophy

Ironically, for being a dark lord and evil incarnate, Soth rules his domain in a rather just manner. Most of his minions serve him rather out of his competense, visions and fair treatment, rather than fear. He is also known to have beaten the living shit out of people who treat children well, and his Shadow Sabbath is pretty much open for anyone to attend, as long as they don't outright murder anyone on his ground.

Taboos

Soth personally thinks his title, the edgy, is super cool. Sharp like the razor's edge. In truth everyone secretly ridicules him for it.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Dreams to one day become the dark lord of all Scarnza and beyond.

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Surprisingly good at leading his clan, and warfare. Incompetent at evil monologues and pointless cruelty.

Likes & Dislikes

Loves fast and brutal songs, cool looking and efficent weapons, knowledge and mysticism, power and dark colours. Hates cute things, flirty people, pure wickedness, most other clans.

Virtues & Personality perks

Quick to act, swift thinker, martial master, skilled in the arts of pyromancy and intelligent. He's also a professional death metal singer.

Vices & Personality flaws

Obsessed with conquest, slow wited, too damn good looking, middle name Edgar. Oh, he's also as arrogant as a dragon.

Personality Quirks

Right eye twitches when laughing and he always smirk seductively with a raised chin while talking, happy or pleased.

Hygiene

Bacteria and dirt underneath his fingers, are Soth's most purged enemies. Some say he even has the cleanest teeth in all of Scarnza.

Social

Contacts & Relations

Allies: Frathnir the Greed draki, House Dyrkari, the Clobberwrench family, Hjallberg Icetrolls and Frostfangs.
Friends: Askmunding and Kingdom of Bleikrgoth.
Foes: Kingdom of Norvik, Kingdom of Middenholm and Kingdom of Gautrland.
Nemesis: Nidrhaug the Neverending night and King Gunnar Ragnvaldson.

Religious Views

Like most northern people, Soth places his faith in the Aasar and heroes of old. He does not champion any god however, but aims to become one himself. He also follows the path of the Draki to achieve his goal, to earn his place to rule supreme even in death.

Social Aptitude

Confident and cocky like a successfull raider, while having manners of a proper gentleman mixed with a self proclaimed rockstar.

Mannerisms

Soth tends to increase his tone and the brutality in his words for the longer he speak. His hand gestures also tend to follow the pattern, of going from gentleman at a start, and ending up in a similar style to a mad scientist, clutching his hands at the moon and laughing out like crazy.

Hobbies & Pets

Playing wardrums, chess and being evil.

Speech

Soth has a deep and dark voice, with northern accent. It tends to sound like he growls from time to time when he speaks, and he loves to speak in villanous metaphore, but ironically believes swearing is for less articulate men.

Wealth & Financial state

Due to his fathers inheritance and forefathers legacy, Soth is one of the richest nothernborn in the world. He owns the entirity of the upper Goblingroundz and with it, runs their black markets and weapon factories. Soth also makes gold from hosting the yearly Shadow Sabbath.

Avatar of the Muspeldraki:

With the death of Raggni, and the draki soul rightfully claimed by it's slayer, Soth empowered his tattoo by linking the soul to it, thus forging a form of rune.
This rune allows Soth to channel black flames into each and every of his punches, while also enhancing the very toughness in his knuckles and his strength. Examples are parrying bladestrikes with skin and bone of the tattooed arm alone, or grabbing a blade and melting it down in his very palm, without consequence.
Once every day, as the rune does indeed require to be recharged, Soth can unleash a dark firestorm to rage through the lines of his enemies.

Ashserpent:

A symbolic shortsword, adorned with the symbol of two serpents swimming past one another. The blade itself isn't any more special in it's steel than any other highquality blade, but the legends do favour the weapon as a dragonslayer's greatest boon. It is said that the blade's true nature is only revealed if it tasted the blood of great serpents.
In it's current shape, most axes and clubs give a harder dent than the Ashserpent, which isn't to much of a problem for Soth whom uses it more as an extended arm for martial arts, yet he still does intent on letting the weapon drink the blood of Nidrhaug, to test the legend. No matter the outcome, should he succeeed, the weapon and the man to slay the beast would truely have a place among the gods, and the right to rule all of Scarnza.

Current Location

Scarnza

Species

Scarn

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Dark Overlord of the world, in... due time, hopefully.

Date of Birth

Twentythird of the Reapers month

Year of Birth

1420 UP 449 Years old

Birthplace

Myrkheim

Current Residence

Soth's spire of ultimate darkness

Gender

Male

Eyes

Gray, almondshaped

Hair

Long blonde hair with coal-dyed strands. Combed left in punk style.

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Snow

Height

1.9m

Weight

95kg

Quotes & Catchphrases

Time to let loose the dragon from it's cage.

Ruled Locations

• Skadiyjiar

Story:

Already as a child, Soth had a vested interest in his clan's history and their faith. In the lore of old that proclaim that the Myrkling would one day claim their rightfull throne, and slay Nidrhaug the Neverending night.
The thought of ruling Norvik, to be favoured by the gods. It was a dream that always inspired him. To be the hero all of Scarnza would sing about. Yet he never believed he would be the one to conquer it. No, it was his father whom the wisewomen spoke of, that would claim this legend. Thus, Soth swore to do all in his power to help his father become King of Norvik.
The clan was nowhere strong enough for such a campaign though, so father and son set out on a great raid overseas, to secure loot and plunder, so that they might enlist the help from Bleikrgoth.
The dream of conquest was soon shattered, as after only a few raids in, they met the Bjornfing clan, and the King of Norvik himself. Savoring the opportunity to defeat the only threat to his crown, and finally end a bitter feud that had lasted for generations, Ragnvaldson swiftly ordered a joint strike on the raiders.
In only a swift strike, they were defeated by the Bjornfing, but ultimately spared death in exchange for a peace treaty.
The deal was signed without hesitation, and the campaign quickly ended in ruin.
In the stead of a promise in gold and riches, the Myrkling had to pay a heavy price, with the Ashserpent being returned to it's origins within the Wyrdling, Their clan also had to pay back to the Kingdom in heavy taxes of warcost.
This treaty enraged the clan, that thought the peace promise was simply weakness. Unrest grew, and the King did nothing to stop the slowly crumbling Myrkling.
Soth saw all that was promised, all the glory he'd chase and the life of a hero infront of him fall to the raging flames that fell all around him, like a dark shadow of doom. Though he didn't want to accept loss, he was destined to one day be king.
The dream was shattered when his father made a desperate choice, to fulfill the prophecy of slaying Nidrhaug there and then, to appease the clan.
He stood no chanse against the beast, yet at least died an honorable death.
That night, something broke within Soth. A draki's fury brewed up in his soul, as the King sent for one of his own men to rule Soth's clan like it was a puppet.
Everything changed when Soth struck down the godfavoured champion in nothing more than a couple blows, thus securing his fathers legacy as the Myrkling once more waged war on the Bjornfing.
Thise time though, they were not led by a man who had valor and heroism in his heart. Soth had cast away all belief in being the hero, and crashed onto Norvik's shores with the power of raging tides. He stormed the goblin town in the mountains, the dragons in their lair, and the ogres on the icy peaks. One after one, all their leaders fell until the Draki Raggnir was forced out to protect his dark domain.
From the ashes of combat rose a new Myrkling clan. Stronger and more powerful than ever before.
Underneath Soth's lead, they conquered most of the Wyrdenvird and wrecked the Wyrdling clan before being ultimately repelled back to the goblin mountains. It was his first battle that could be considered lost, but with his hand on the hilt of Ashserpent, and the soul of Raggnir awakening his power, it was only the start of a war he's intent to win.