Height:6'5 Build: large Skin Tone: pale Hair: long strawberry blonde Eyes:green and grey Identifying Marks: more scars than people ever notice Appearance:
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Personality: sweet gentle giant, insightful, big brother vibes, kind, warm Best Quality: his capacity to care for other Worst Quality: lack of self esteem Fears: losing control of himself, fear of being alone Hobbies: singing, drinking, dancing
Family: Travack- father Callum Colin and Connell- triplet little brothers Alana-stepmom Bunty-his governess Relationship Status: single
Backstory: Ragnavald, is the son of a dwarven lord named Travack and an elven lady named Iridessa. Born from a drunken night of passion that neither party remembers completely because of aforementioned alcohol. His father had returned to his home a bachelor; unaware that in due time a baby boy would be dropped on his doorstep. A simple note scrawled in broken dwarvish told Travack the boy was his and that the woman was sorry. Unbeknownst to him the woman he'd conceived A beautiful strawberry blonde haired son, was a cold and cruel woman. One who had ordered for the death of the infant. Her lifelong friend and companion a Male elf named Koray, however could not complete the task as it was too cruel in his eyes. Instead he lied his way into being allowed to go on a "personal quest". He was the one who delivered the baby to the dwarven city and paid a young dwarf enough coin to get the boy the rest of the way.
Ragnavald lived a relatively happy childhood. His father did the best he could to give him all the love and affection he could despite his busy schedule. He had a governess named Marion who loved him as she would her own son and cared for him even as he grew into adulthood and up until his leaving. Though Travack has never told Ragnavald of his elvish blood. The young man had it figured out pretty young. Travack got married when Ragnavald was 13. By the next year his stepmother Allana was pregnant with his triplet siblings, Colin, Calum and Connell.
However his Elvish features are what led to the true beginning of his troubles in life. Unable to braid his hair as dwarves do for fear of revealing his ears,unable to grow any facial hair because of his elvish blood, And towering the adult dwarves by age 12. Ragnavald never had any true friends as most called him a freak or monster.
It was because of his size that he had to learn to control his strength so as to keep from harming others. Every year around the spring harvest for the continent the dwarves have a festival of sorts. One in celebration of getting through another harsh winter. There are games, food, drinks and general merriment. When Ragnavald had come of age to participate at 17 he was ecstatic. A true powerhouse of strength and muscle he was confident. And that Confidence was well deserved as he destroyed several game records that day. For once in his young life his people cheered for him, they actually seemed to accept him. His father was absolutely filled with pride and joy. Until another young man began to claim Ragnavald's size made the games unfair. That he was at too much of an advantage. The young man's claims were quickly rallied behind and Ragnavald begged for a second chance. He'd take any handicap just as long as he could try again. But the judges, A group of elder dwarves, several of which had been the original record holders that day made the unfortunate decision. Ragnavald was disqualified and banned from participating ever again.
That moment had been one of true misery. One of the few dwarven traditions Ragnavald had held so dear and wanted nothing more than to be a part of had been snatched away from him. Then as he shakily stood Ragnavald heard it. The man who'd taken this all said something he could no longer ignore. "His father is a foolish simple man for even keeping him." Ragnavald flew into a blind rage as he beat the other boy within an inch with his bare hands. After coming to, he ran to escape to the forest and didn't come out for three days. During that time he was attacked and bitten by a werebear. Becoming one himself. He was fortunate enough that it was assumed the two got in a drunken brawl as the other's friends were too afraid to say otherwise.
Ragnavald did his best to learn to control his new found ability. He spent many nights alone learning control . On a night out in the mountains on the outskirts of the city Ragnavald had come outside to shift. He ran into a female polar bear clinging to the last vestiges of life. She had been brutalized by hunters and using her last breaths pleaded for him to save her cub. A baby only a few weeks old. Ragnavald named him Oberon and has raised him since.
