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Character Name: Ossian Storm
Character Age: 23
Birthday (including year): October 30, 218
Current Location: Kelailles
House: Storm (birth)
Player Base: Christopher Bear
Ossian is not exactly what one might expect from the eldest son of the famed Ragnar Storm if one was judging purely by appearance. Ossian is tall, much like the rest of the Storm men, standing at 6'2", but that is about where the resemblance to his father ends. Ossian is a of a fairly lithe build, possessing a musculature much smaller in appearance than his father or his uncle or his children. As opposed to the aforementioned, Ossian is built for more fluid combat and exercises requiring speed and finesse, not strength and endurance. He is largely considered an attractive man by most judges, his usually drowsy, almost indifferent expression often catching the ladies' of Kelailles attention. He has brown hair that falls in a lazy mess about his head, complementing his scruff on his face. His eyes are blueish in hue, occasionally they appear green in certain lighting, however.
Ossian, not unlike his twenty-day-older cousin, Eldric, possesses a penchant for wit and conversational showmanship. He is often easy smiles and more than competent company, but there are occasions in which Ossian seeks nothing but to be left to his thoughts. He will often times seclude himself in his chambers for a day or two, making his presence known only when it is required of him. Many find this strange, but most have come to accept the spells as a part of Ossian's rather eccentric personality.
Juxtaposed with his more often than not love of communicating with others, Ossian actually quite hates crowds and people that he does not know. He will often find an excuse to avoid public occasions or Storm showings among the populace. However, he is more than capable of handling himself with grace should he be forced into such a situation. One should note that said "grace" is actually more of a somehow endearing lackadaisical demeanor, quite different from Eldric's energetic and sincere grace, which Ossian is rather known for.
Keeping with his carefree demeanor, Ossian is not at all competitive in most situations. He often found himself the least emotionally vested member of the boys when competing physically. He usually won races and climbing contests and such, but he never gloated aside from a lighthearted jape or two at his much more competitive cousins. Ossian is much more competitive socially, however. He is not one to enjoy being shown up by others in conversation, often finding a way to steal the show from others in a group conversation (often successfully). The only competition that he actually has in this area is Eldric, whom even Ossian has to admit is an impressive conversationalist. Because of this, Ossian always excelled in school lesson discussions and was always the favorite among the Storm boys and other highborn children of their tutors.
There was no great storm on the day of Ossian's birth a mere twenty days after his cousin and now liege, Eldric. Instead, it was a cool, beautiful autumn evening. There was much less fanfare involved for Ossian's coming into the world. There was no storm to find signs in; however, the first born child (a son no less) of the famed Ragnar Storm was still certainly an occasion to speak of, and so it was.
Eldric and Ossian were often referred to as "womb brothers", their mothers with child for nearly the exact same amount of time. This led to many jokes about coordination between Mathos and Ragnar as well as a great deal of excitement for both the Storm family and also the populace of Kelailles. It was an exciting thing, to have the two most important men on the island having children at the same time.
But the time came and went for excitement, at some point the people spoke only occasionally of Ossian, but the talk of Eldric remained a constant. And who could blame them? Mathos himself believed the boy to be Sigmund, the great Stormlord, reborn. That hardly affected the young Ossian. His life was a great one, and he grew up with his cousins as if he were their brother. He sparred with them, studied with them, wrestled, raced, fought, loved and lived with them.
As children, Ossian was the troublemaker of the group. He didn't act out or any such unbecoming thing, no. Even in his youth he understood how to work others. He would often taunt and confuse the others and have them act out in anger and he would then outrun them, laughing all the while. This was especially effective on emotionally driven Lorgar, and it was often he that would get scolded at the end of the ordeal. This cleverness stayed with Ossian as he matured, but his mischievous nature was stunted by the appearance of the plague, Turpis Morbi. Not only did a young Ossian change with its appearance -- everything changed.
Mathos did everything in his power to prevent the plague from reaching the serene shores of Kelailles. Ships were refused at the harbors, trade was halted, but none of it did any good. The plague swept over the island and many and more died as a result. Ossian's peaceful, easy life was suddenly something of a nightmare. Lorgar, someone he thought of as a brother fled the island without a second thought, leaving behind his family without a second thought.
And then the deaths started to occur in the family.
Ossian's already ailing grandmother, Adhri, was taken first. Ossian found it to be a heavy blow, losing the family's matriarch, but most of the others tried to rationalize it as a mercy, an end to her suffering. He found that he could not begrudge them for that. Unfortunately, the pain Ossian felt for his grandmother's passing was nothing compared to what was in store for the Storm family next.
The passing of the Lady of Kelailles was a terrible thing. Datha Storm had been a loving aunt, essentially a second mother to Ossian, and she had been a dear friend to Ossian's own mother. But perhaps what was hardest about it was that Ossian had to live with the guilt of still having his mother while those he grew up with, that he loved as his own brothers, had lost theirs. It was no fault of Ossian's, but it was something that affected him greatly.
Shortly after, Mathos Storm became stricken with the plague, but he soldiered on for three long years before he took his own life. The manner of his passing was a blow to Kelailles that had never before been experienced. To have a great man such as Mathos end his own life, simply put -- it was horrid. Ossian was older then, and he managed much better in the aftermath of the death, despite how much more upsetting Mathos' suicide was as opposed to Datha's succumbing to the plague. He did his best to remain strong, for his father whom had lost his most beloved brother, for his cousins whom had lost their noble father. It was not easy; it was never easy. But the Storm's shouldered on, as they always did, as they always would.
Ossian's father did not let grief cloud him, Ragnar immediately began making the preparations to have Garland crowned. And so it was, Ragnar Storm crowned Garland Storm on an overcast eve, and the next day the plague took him swiftly. Ossian had not cried when Mathos died, he had told himself he was too old, a man grown, to cry. It was a sensible argument to make to oneself, and one that had staved off the tears that wished to fall on his uncle's behalf. However, when Garland died, Ossian wept openly for he had lost a brother, biological or no.
So as fate would have it, the blessed and reborn Sigmund Stormlord of old and ironically the youngest of three brothers, Eldric Storm became Stormlord of Kelailles. Ossian was among the first to show his support for his "womb brother" alongside his father, Ragnar, but not without mixed feelings. He was certain that Garland would have been a great leader. He had been groomed from birth for the task and he had the strength and tenacity of his father before him. On the other hand, Eldric was carefree, clever, and conscious of little else other than what he might want to do at any given time. Ossian found Eldric too like himself in many regards, and Ossian knew well enough that he was not at all one to be like if leadership was required.
Doubts and reservations aside, Ossian maintained his support for his cousin, and did what little he could to ease the rule of Eldric into the space where the older, more conservative rule of his father had been. It was not a particularly task, but in the end, the support of Ossian and his father coupled with, more importantly, Eldric's sincere charm and love for his people led to what seemed like a great reign, fitting of a great man. It would seem that Ossian's doubts and cynicism had been unfounded.
The plague has ended, and now the King has called for a celebration in Forsilvra. The hardships of the past are gone, but now many new ones begin to bubble to the surface. Whatever may come, Ossian has decided that he will do everything he can in order to help his Eldric, his cousin, his brother from a different womb, and his home of Kelailles survive it all.
Ossian made his way into the keep from the yard. he was followed closely by his younger brother, Doran. They were both sweating and breathing heavily, but both of them had satisfied looks upon their faces; Doran grinning proudly, Ossian smiling lazily. "You did well today, Doran. I was surprised at how much you have increased your coordination; you almost landed a few hits." Doran's cheeks flushed a light red and he looked up at Ossian with bright eyes. "Next time I'll be sure to land at least one!" Ossian chuckled and kept on walking, he found Doran was a great deal like Lorgar, easily riled; though he tried his best not to antagonize his younger brother too much.
Ossian pitied Doran. He was eleven years younger than Ossian and Eldric; he did not get to grow up among them and Garland and Lorgar. He did not get to have the loving companionship of brothers that grew up together. It was something that Ossian hated for Doran, for he found his younger brother to be good kid. Because of this, Ossian spent as much time as he could with Doran; whether it was going over his lessons from his studies or helping him train at arms, or even simply giving him advice about girls or going riding on a clear day. He felt he owed his younger brother at least that much.
"Teaching him more of that silly fencing nonsense again, Ossian?" A gruff yet warm voice called out from behind them. The brothers turned to see the source of the familiar and welcomed voice and smiled a smile they always managed to have whenever they saw their father. "As it just so happens, I was, father." Doran interjected then, sounding slightly incensed. "It's not silly father, it takes a lot of hard work! And it will kill a man just as much as swinging a broadsword will!" A hearty chuckle was their father's response, and Ossian simply smirked in amusement at his brother's fiery nature. Ragnar approached and placed his large hand on his youngest son's still sweaty head.
"That it will lad, that it will. And there is likely no better teacher in the north for such a style of fighting than your brother here. Keep it up and he soon may have to worry about you taking that place from him. Now go and get cleaned up, we will sup afterward and you can tell me of your day." Doran beamed as brightly as any sun, shaking his head in acknowledgement of his father's words and taking off excitedly to wash the sweat and grime of a hard day's practice off. Ragnar chuckled once again and turned to look upon his eldest. "You are a good brother, Ossian, and I thank you for that." Ossian smiled his signature lazy smile. "And you are a good father." Ossian smiled and bowed his head to his father and turned to go and wash as well. If ever there was a satisfied man, it was Ossian Storm on that day.
[Time Line Events]
Year 218: Eldric Storm is born.
Year 218: Ossian Storm is born
Year 229: Doran Storm is born
Year 231: Plague outbreak in Ernsaw.
Year 235: The plague breaches Keraillus.
Year 235: Adhri Storm dies from plague.
Year 236: Datha Storm dies from plague.
Year 239: Mathus Storm dies from plague.
Year 239: Garland Storm dies from plague.
Year 240: Plague dies out.
Year 240: Eldric succeeds his brother as Lord of Keraillus.
Year 241: Game start.
Italics indicates death via the plague
Last edited by Kyle; 06-17-2012 at 03:04 PM.
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