warriors don’t show their hearts until the axe reveals is

*hope you don’t mind i used a form that you made; roughly based off of it from theine that i saw lol*

full name kustaa “sindri” lamont Sigurdsdottir; while kustaa is his born given name, he isn’t to keen on using it.

nicknames Sindri or Lamont, doesn’t allow other people to call him Kustaa.

title(s)

age thirty two years old

gender cisgender male

sexuality its undiscovered territory for him, but he is on the bi spectrum. since when he was married to his first wife he & her invited other men to enjoy physically.. he was never turned off by the sight of another man.

homeland Kaldaklofsa

religion pagan

face claim jord liddell

hair color his hair is thick and soft, a dark shade as if it were an oak tree. kustaa manages to make sure his hair isn’t a matted up mess, he might be a blood & vengeance seeking maniac but he never mistreats his appears.

eye color kustaa owns a set of deadly blue & green orbs, the shades that he personally hates but in turn has to live with for the rest of his life. the unquie shades of sky blue & everest green highly stands out against his tanned, inked skin. When the sun goes down for its rest and the moon comes up to steal the show, those eyes of his glow against the moon light, glowing as if they were radioactive. xxx.

height six foot four inches

scars besides being covered in tattoos, kustaa has well defined scares entrapped across his muscular body. they came from his years of being on the battle field, the many raids he’s partaken in have always repaid him with some sort of new scar. although most of the scars he has on his body he is rather proud about, but the ones he isn’t so fond of are the ones on his back. long and dark, rough and jagged; these were inflicted upon him by his father. he was beaten so hard that chunks of his own flesh were ripped from his body, in which is why his scars look the way they do.

accessories kustaa still wears his wedding band that his wife gave him, but not on his finger. he wears it around his neck on a chain. he also has his wife wedding band on the chain, something he is not yet ready to let go of yet.

personality

☼ kustaa is vengeful and down right terrifying. this mid aged man isn’t scared of death and will gladly face his enemies with bare fists. he can easily ripped your tongue out his his bare hand and make you eat it, the horrors of war have imprinted on his mind that nothing truly scares him.

☼ a bit of an asshole really, he enjoys picking at people’s weaknesses and using it to his advantage. rude and vain, he isn’t the most loveable of characters. doesn’t really hold much feelings for people he doesn’t know, could care less about anyone.

☼ blood thirsty monster

☼ a very courage man, he is brave in battle, and respectful to worthy adversaries. kustaa also keeps to his word without fail, even when it would disadvantage him.

☼ doesn’t have a great temper, blows his lid very often.

☼ very loyal to those that deserve it, those that have proven worthy of it. loyal as a dog to his master in all honestly, but he takes it to heart if you screw him over and stab him in the back.

☼ holds those dear to him closest to his heart, while it takes some time to get to that part of him; you will have a fierce protector for life.

☼ once you’ve gained kustaas loyalty & trust, you’ve basically have a friend for life.. unless you fuck with him then he will hunt you down & base your skull in. anyway, kustaa will protect you till your last breath; anyone that tries to harm those closest to him will end up slaughtered.

☼ a little sliver of love is left in his heart, but most of the love he had was ripped out of his heart when his unborn children died & his late wife left him. not much of a romantic as you can tell, but he always treated his wife as a queen.. so when she left she took a big chunk of his heart with her.

☼ is actually a total love bug once you get past his harden shell; kustaa definitely has his moments of when he’s sweet but that’s only ever seen to those that he truly loves and cares for.

history

Kustaa’s life wasn’t the best, he was brought into a world of hate and abuse. his mother, Aloy, was never fond of her oldest son since she always told him how much he resembled his father; a man lower then dirty apparently.. but he can’t seem to bring himself to completely hate his mother since her children were brought into this world through rape & incest, so kustaa can see why his mother never truly was fond of her five children, but of course kids brought through incest tend not to live for very long; only Kustaa, Callisto and Deimos somehow survived and lucky for Kustaa he came out of the womb with the least amount of issues. while he never completely hated his mother, he sure as hell never loved her. Aloy wasn’t much of a loving mother figure, she was pretty abusive to her children until he managed to leave his childhood home. While Aloy was more so emotionally abusive, his father was physical with his children. All through his childhood years, he never once felt love from his parents. It’s not as though he seeks pity from others, by the gods he hates it, Kustaa thinks that if he hadn’t went through those hardships he never would have had the life he has now.

family

mother- aloy judith lamont alive, has nothing to do with her though. kustaa hasn’t seen her ever since he ran away from home at the age of 14.

father-bjorne lamont Deceased. kustaa killed him.
sister- callisto everett lamont alive.

brother- demios 

step-mother- Aslaug Sigurdsdottir alive, has her two young children with her in kustaa’s home back in Kaldaklofsa.

step-father- Fritjof SigurdsdottirDeceased, died from a sickness that rampaged threw his village.

ex wife- Jorunn lamont unknown, she left after the death of their two children.

headcanons

☼ kustaa had been married to a woman named jorunn, but she left him after the death of their two unborn children. the loss was heavy on her heart which ultimately caused her to leave. it pained him for having to loss the loves of his life, but after a few years he’s managed to finally move on. (more info about these two will thicken as the role play progresses)

☼ please hold this man? he desperately needs to be held

☼ owns a beautiful dapple named, empress

☼ a heavy drinker he is, but that’s not saying much since almost every viking can be considered as a heavy drinker.

☼ besides being a blood thirty monster, once you’ve gone past that barrier; kustaa is really a big old sweetheart

☼ a strong believer in his pagan gods; hold a lot of respect for them

☼ kustaa seems to have some sort of mental illness, while it’s undiagnosed, he shows signs of bipolar disorder but otherwise healthy and in very good shape.

☼ vices; rage, rudeness, secrecy, twisted, vengeful, wrath, crabbiness,

☼ virtues; confidence, determination, loyalty, skill fullness, wisdom

☼ his diet is manly alcohol & anything sweet (strangely candied strawberries if he can get his hands on them)

☼ very skilled with an axe & sword, not so well with a bow

☼ he can’t write & has a hard time reading

☼ never afraid to die, enjoys the thrill of war & winning. a very experienced warrior & has the highest body count out of all of his fellow brotheren.

☼ he’s a man of his word, kustaa might not have many morals but he has a code; “if a viking took an oath and went back on his word, it was said that his sword would turn against him in battle and incur the wrath of the gods”

☼ actually is a family man (he absolutely adores his little brother, sister& his mother)

☼ heavily scared back & chest from years of child abuse delivered upon by his father, deep scars that never really healed correctly.

☼ killed his own father

☼ fierce sense of adventure, ambition & a desire to rule

☼ has a hard time showing his feelings to others,

☼ crude sense of humor, kind of an alcoholic and tends to do mushrooms

☼ never goes anywhere with his majestic crow, thorin & his dog, torvi

crystal clear sky’s, the sound of the waves hitting against the ships and the smell of the sea. this was, in kustaa’s honest opinion, the best part about sailing the open waters. a point of clarity and peace before the unexpecting thrills of war. his dark blue, almost violet, eyes were cracked only a little as he starred into the clear blue sky. the faint breeze that swept by made a peaceful sigh escape from his lungs, the breeze helped counteract with the blaring sun over head. while kustaa could only hear the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, rocking him back and forth as if he was a babe in his mother’s cradle, the reality was that the ship was filled with chattering men, thundering barks from powerful hounds & the beating of drums that helped the vikings for a constant rhythm while rowing.

though in all honestly, this was going to be the first time kustaa has ever traveled in this direction before; he’s only raided far west into territory he knows like the back of his hand. this new land will be undiscovered territory for his clan, what plunders they might find. it would be a new adventure for kustaa, he’s been looking forward to it ever since he came up with the idea to travel this far north; though many felt that this would be a lost cause. many laughed at the thought of his idea, that there would be land for the taking this far north to them. it seemed impossible to most of those that lived within his kingdom, but no matter how many people discouraged him; he was more determined then ever to convince the earl t let them raid these foreign lands. while kustaa thought the earl was rather.. idiotic at times, he was greatful that she gave him the opportunity to go on this venture.. but definitely at a price. whatever riches they would, she would take 80% of it (which pissed him off more then anything.. but there wasn’t much for him to do.) With the deal he struck with the earl, he managed to get a party of vikings that were willing to follow him across the seas in order to find new land, those willing to fight with him. there were many that thought he was crazy, but there were those that felt the same way. kustaa managed to get a party of over 45 cut throat vikings ready to sails across the sea with him.. and hats just what they were gonna do.

kustaa propped himself up from where he was laying, shifting his weight onto his elbows as they dug into the reindeer coat he had been wearing. his piercing blue eyes scanned the broad horizon as they continued to sail north, beating his chest only got faster and faster as the longer they sailed. he looked back to his fellow vikings, fifteen to be exact, that happened to be in the same boat as him. alongside them were six different boats, all filled with his companions. all he could do was just watch them, seeing them move around the ship, taking care of the ship as they went along.

kustaa, his name rolled off the mans tongue like a piece of ice rolled down a hot surface, the stocky built man with a face full of curly red hair made his way over to him. kustaa turned his head to see who had called, and it was none other then saga. he’s had issues with him before and kustaa has made it clear that if he so happened to challenge him he would throw him over board and leave him as fish food. a low snarl was building within his chest as he starred at him, wondering what he wanted. are you sure we are heading in the right direction? he said, his brown eyes fixed on kustaa. the look in his eyes showed worry and frustration, he seemed to have been questioning kustaa’s judgement.

you seemed worried.. as if you don’t trust me in getting you to our destination safely kustaa said, his tone short and rash. chopping down his bottom lip made a metallic taste form, the bitter sensation made him wrinkle his mouth a tad as he just looked at the younger man. have faith.. and sit your ass down would you? he snapped, glaring at the man. saga grunted and backed off, going back to where he was originally sitting. in all honestly, kustaa wasn’t exactly sure if they were going the right direction; he just had his gut telling him it was right. kustaa sighed and pushed himself upward, standing on his feet and stretching out his back. he scanned the boat before heading over to a small cage that was strapped to the mast. reaching his hand out he opened the cage and gently pulled out a pitch black crow, caressing it’s head with the side of his finger, a small smile growing on his face.

the raven is an iconic and magical creature in their viking world. It is a powerful symbol of war and is believed to be the eyes and ears of the chief viking god, Odin. while this majestic black bird was highly respected and treated as royalty, in return they were used to help aid them while on long voyages; if they didn’t return it meant that land was near. this older raven was kustaa’s personal bird, a companion if you will. his stunning blue eyes gazed at the older bird with such compassion, he held her in his large hands as if he was holding a new born babe. kustaa turned on his heels and walked towards the front of the boat, looking up in the sky as he realased the bird, watching her fly off. the sound of her flapping wings filled his ears, a few black feathers falling and landing in the crystal blue water.

now they must wait. will there be land or will they be screwed? only time would tell.

*time skip to when they get to land.*

as kustaa pulled out his sword and held up his shield, he held a grimacing smile on his face as he got out of the ship, his feet landing in the ice cold sea. as he made why towards the land, his eyes scanned the unknown terrains. the sight of such beauty made his heart race, the fact that he was right all this time just made the palms of his hands sweat. he couldn’t wait till they ventured back home and rub it in everyone who doubted him; but that was hear nor there. kustaa just wanted to see what this new found land had to offer his people.

kustaa.. you were right.. this land.. it’s.. amazing said rollo, an older viking among them. his long brown hair flew within the wind, his hazel eyes wide from such a sight. he wasn’t sure what else to say since he half doubted kustaa the whole time, but now he was sure rollo would never doubt him again. what can i say.. i knew i was right all this time. now will you all stop second guessing him? kustaa said with slight humor in his tone. kustaa! i think we have a friend! someone called out, making him turn his head to see what they were pointing at. the sight of silver iron seemed to covering the figure of a man, watching him mount his dark brown horse and gallop off into the distance. ah.. it seemed that their presence had been noticed.. the more the better he supposed. what shall we do kustaa? rollo asked, his tone monotone. kustaa shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his shield again, turning back to look at rollo what do you think? why do you suppose we are here? to just sight see and go home? no you fool! we shall push forward and see what this land has to offer us! kustaa said loudly, his voice laced with ambition, his eyes large.

and whoever gets in our way will taste the iron of our swords! he bellowed, his fellow men all agreed and yelled along side him.

and so they were off.

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a small village. that’s what kustaa saw, his eyes scanning everything in sight. it seemed to be a quiet little village, not more then forty people must have occupied the place. wonder what sort of riches they had kustaa thought. we should rush them now kustaa.. while we have the chance said rollo, making kustaa shake his head. maybe.. but i feel like we should wait just a tad bit longer. kustaa said, looking back at rollo who had disappointment in his eyes. why did he want to wait? he wasn’t sure, he just had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. they didn’t know what type of weapons they had or what kind of warriors they were, he didn’t want to risk his men. hell, they could have been fierce warriors he didn’t know. that’s why he wanted to wait, he wanted to strike when they were most vulnerable. as he watched the small village go along with their day, unknown to them that their world would go crashing down.

heart wrenching screams, the bellowing sound of cows, the ground looked like a racing river of thick metallic blood. what happened to waiting you might ask? well, kustaa honestly couldn’t wait any longer and it seemed like it was the perfect time to strike (more so kustaa couldn’t wait any longer) as kustaa stood in the middle of the village, he watched as his fellow vikings slaughter their enemies. the sound of flesh being sliced and the crushing of bone was like music to his ears. there wasn’t anything better then being in battle, destroying his enemies and having their blood running down his sword was more then peaceful to him. blood ran down his face as if the sky was pouring down with the stuff, his clothes were soaking with the rich metallic liquid. kustaa has a crazed look in his eyes, a psychotic smirk was growing on his face as he took his sword and thrusted it into the back of a nearby man. the sight of blood exploding from such an impact made him laugh slightly, twisting his sword in a full 180 degree turn. the sound of the mans breast bone shattering and the ear piercing scream that came from him only made him laugh louder. he watched as his heart exploded from his chest, his heart sliding down the shaft of his sword. the slow beating of the muscle started to beat slower and slower before it completely stopped. the mans face was drained of any life, his skin was as white as the snow glaciers in his home land. kustaa pulled the sword from out of the the dead man and let him fall to the ground, his blood forming a large pool around the dead man. all kustaa did was walk over him, stepping into the warm liquid.

it didn’t take long for the last person to come to their unexpected end. the last man fought like a true champion, but he was nothing compare to the sheer strength of the viking that struck him down. one clean cut made his head go flying, landing into a heaping pile of hay. at this point, kustaa just wanted to find their beloved treasure.. that’s what they came to find in this foreign land anyway. key kustaa.. i think we might have found their treasure called out one of the men. kustaa made his way over to where four of his men were at. they were stopped in front of a rather large building, though the front door seemed to have been locked. what are you waiting for? break it down hissed kustaa as he watched them kick down the doors. it only took them three times to get it down, but once they made it inside they could tell that this was a place worth protecting. whoever or whatever these people are.. they sure as hell have some good taste in expensive stuff said loki, a younger member in the ranks. kustaa was more then impressed with what they found, he was actually a bit surprised with how much gold was within these walls. the sight of white gem stones and glittering blue diamonds were a sight to see, kustaa had never seen such dark and beautiful rubies before in all his life.

as they filled their bags with unbelievable treasures, they headed off back into the direction of their boats. this trip was just one of many, kustaa wanted to come back to such prosperous land, he could tell that this could maybe be a good home for his fellow vikings back home. though as kustaa day dreamed, his many thoughts came to and end as the bellowing sound of a horn ripped through the air. the sound could make milk into buttermilk, it was that horrid. they all stopped in their tracks, their feet buried in the golden sand. shit was all kustaa could say, he looked up at the horizon as he saw a bunch of unknown foes on top of the near by hill. he gritted his teeth as he watched them get closer and closer, gripping his sword in his hand as his men got closer together, getting into defensive positions. eh, a few more wouldn’t hurt them. kustaa wasn’t afraid, he was ready to face whatever the gods were to throw at him. his fate was already destined for him.. so whatever was to happen to kustaa, he was willing to live with.

ooc; sorry this post kinda sucks and is a little on the shorter side, my next post will be much better i just wasn’t sure how to end it or how to start tbh lol

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the sight of flags covered in weird serpent shapes & that of a larger cat [in their homelands, they don’t have lions and the concept of dragons were forever lost within their religion & culture, so the symbols were all new to kustaa], they fluttered around within the sky. sound of horse hooves stomping within the wet sand, iron on iron filled the ears as the knights made their way down to the beach. kustaa watched as they walked over fallen bodies, their metal covered feet stepping into puddles of blood and leaving bloody foot prints. kustaa brought his hand up to his face and wiped the trickles of blood that ran down the bridge of his nose, the spider tattoo that was planted across his right cheek; was splattered with dark streaks of blood. it honestly surprised kustaa with how quick these soldiers made it to the beach; not fast enough to stop the bloodshed but still, it never dawned on him about how quick it would take them to get down to this beach. as soon as the knights made their way closer, kustaa’s men began to form into a tight ringed circle, holding up their swords and battle axes up while in the other, brightly colored shields protected their chests. these blood thirty vikings could kill these men in an instant, but even if they were to slaughter more then half, all there effort would be for nothing if kustaa and his men were to be all slaughtered in the process. so what was the point in doing that?

foreign words seemed to trail out of the squamish little man, his face looked sweaty and pale as he held up what it seemed like a scroll in trembling hands. a raised eyebrow grew onto kustaas tattooed face, his plump pink lip curled into an uneasy grin. the look of confusion ran across his fellow brethren’s faces as the sweaty diplomat continued to speak. obviously the lot of them could not understand a single thing he had just said, maybe a word or two. all kustaa got from that speak was “redress,” “leader,” & “bloodshed.” did they expect them to understand their foreign tongue? multicolored orbs gazed around at all the knights that surrounded them, large spears in hands, gripping them until their knuckles turned bone white. sharp tipped spears could easily gut them like a fish, their swollen intensities sprawling all over the wet sand. kustaa let out a soft growl, his orbs looking back at his men before looking back at the soldiers there gonna kill us kustaa.. we should attack now before they get the chance! rollo whispered, his voice laced in venom. all kustaa did was hiss at rollo, his ocean blue and everest colored eyes were narrowed and filled with uncertainty. if they wanted use dead, they would have already done it already.. he said gently, but with authority. as kustaa stood tall, his stance mimicking that of a lion getting ready to pounce on his prey. but, as he let out a soft breath threw his pink shaded lips, he softened his stance and slowly placed his sword back onto his hip.

ill talk to them.. or at least try. words laced in rich coats of honey, smokey undertones of hesitation swirled within that said honey. eyes littered against every knight, each ready to slit threw throats at the motion of a command. gripping the bottom of his lip, the taste of copper began encase his mouth, thick warm liquid coated his straight, pearly whites. kustaa wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew that he wasn’t gonna let his men die a senseless battle. all kustaa did was raise his hand, full of authority and silence command that basically silence them, and they did. low grumbles and distasteful snarls vanished in thin air, the movement of feet against wet sand began to simmer down t a fast halt. as the noise quieted down, kustaa placed his hand back down on the handle of his sword as he let his shimmering shades look upon the scroll baring individual i don’t understand very much of what you just said.. but i could have a feeling you want to speak with me his voice commanded a certain respect, thick & rough but crystal clear.

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yes, kustaa is speaking in his own foreign tongue. i should have clarified that! but yes, kustaa knows very little of the ronia language; enough to pass him by (which is barely anything tbh) so you’ve got it spot on. i also apologize for taking so long, i was busy with my boyfriends family & then i hit the gym lmao

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arching a brow, the tattooed viking shifted his weight onto his hip as he let dull eyes look at the brown headed man; or should he say prince? kustaa let his bloody tongue roll against his bottom lip, a stinging sensation ran threw his body as his tongue touched the split that ran down the middle. he listened as the prince spoke his foreign tongue, something he had no quiet expected. not many knew their language since many of his own kind had never set sail to this side of the world for many centuries. the sound of the princes broken speak could only make kustaa chuckle softly, taking his hand and running it threw his sweat drenched hair. rather impressive little prince, its been a long time since someone’s spoken our foreign tongue he said, his words laced in milk & gold, elegant to the ears; something you would never expect coming from a brute like him. the words that left the princes mouth ran threw his ears, turning his head like a puppy when it’s master speaks to it. a grimace like grin grew across his face, but it soon vanished within a flash of a second. my people had heard of a far away place that had rich, prosperous land. kustaa said, looking up at the prince, a soft breath escaping past his lips. i was tasked on finding this said place, to see if it could be something worth wild. he said, looking over his shoulder towards his uncertain men. they could snap in an instant, attack the said knights in a matter of seconds, but they stayed obedient. shrugging his shoulders, he let his stance become a bit more relaxed in shorter terms; we came to find land; a better future for our kind.. in a sense

back home, kustaa lived in kaldaklofsa. it’s considered the second biggest kingdom, but it’s also considered a vast wasteland. covered in blankets of snow and ice, the only time you can see green is once every three years when the great thaw comes. many people starve, living off of fish and the sparse deer meat isn’t much to life off of. growing fruits and vegetables isn’t achievable, the only way one could posses such luxuries is if they buy or trade; and not many can afford to such things. those of higher status or ranks are more then likely to eat such pleasures, but the 80% that are considered “lower class” don’t get that. it might seem unfair, but that’s how life is back home. with that begin said, kustaa had been tasked to find somewhere new to prosper before the other three kingdoms get their sea legs and try and find this place or somewhere better. his earl; earl audhild told him to either find new land or don’t come back at all... which wasn’t much of a fair deal either but kustaa couldn’t just tell her off.. he would have been killed on the spot. she told him that they couldn’t just live off of fish for the rest of their lives, that her people were dying off like flies & their allies weren’t doing a damn thing to help. it was up to her and her alone to try and fix their broken kingdom, that they were going to be the first ones to set for open sea for the first time in over few centuries.

kustaa wasn’t a man that you could easily bend into submission, he sure as hell didn’t look like it. but, during the time that people were begin chosen to set sail; kustaa has no choice but go. it was either he left kaldaklofsa and find new land, or have his family slaughtered. it pained him to leave, but it would have pained him even more if he had refused. gritting his pearly whites together, kustaa held a small, delicate wedding band that laid against his inked chest. for a moment, it brought him peace. the sting of cool metal against his warm hand, the smooth surface of the handcrafted piece of jewelry. kustaa wore a matching one on his his left hand, something he has never brought himself to get rid of. either way, that was a subject best to speak upon later. the memories those pair of rings brought to kustaa were all too bittersweet; more so on the bitter side. everything he’s done in his life, everything that’s been brought into his world; either died or left him. it was one of those things that kustaa has accepted about himself, he has chosen to keep himself built up like a fortress. a cold, empty cavern that once held a heart is no longer beating. was it a healthy way for him to deal with those situations? no it wasn’t. did he care? no, he didn’t.

as kustaa held onto the necklace, his piercing eyes were kept shut. he must have had them closed for a few moments before he opened them up once again, eyes slit like a venomous snake. blue and green, the sea that meets endless forests, they looked back at the prince with complete focus. kustaa figured that the foreign man had authority; maybe from just because he was born a prince, but he still had authority to use at his whim. a gentle sigh blew from within kustaas chest, the arch in his brow had disappeared and the look on his face was calm and collected, yet it had that neutral tone to it. if your king wants peace, we are willing to do so. we came for land, it’s simple. the words rolled off his tongue like butter.