- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I never know when I will get online, but I usually get on most days of the week and weekend. I am pretty active on here so you will see me around a lot.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- High School/College, Scifi, Modern, Magical, Horror, Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Slice Of Life, R Rated xD, Modern Fantasy
BRYNJAR
[spoili]
HEX CODE
#8AFFDBLOCATION
➤Brynjar's Crafting/Armor Shop➤Gustaaf Blacksmith Shop
FEELING
➤Relieved, Playful and Brotherly➤Energetic, Friendly and a little Shy.
INTERACTIONS
NPC: Eydis || HalvarPC: Melkorka || Winifred "Winnie"
MENTIONED
NPC: Eydis || HalvarPC: Melkorka || Winifred "Winnie"
TAGGED
@B l u E s || @IslaBrynjar, a giant of a man, standing at 6'7", was just getting his shop back into the flow of things after a few months of dealing with outrageously high taxes and disastrous trades with people he considered his friends. You really know who's your friend, or at least someone there for you, when you're at your lowest of lows and they stand by you through it all. Brynjar has only known Melkorka Gustaaf for a few months now, and when his shop was not doing the best, she was there to help him and sent her well known and loyal customers his way; which helped his business gain a new crop of loyal customers that brought in even more people to see his goods and buy his creations and perfect armor. In return for Melkorka's generosity, he tends to drop off metals and other materials that a Blacksmith would need when he goes to her shop. He's a Crafter and an Armorsmith, meaning, he doesn't use as much metal as a Blacksmith, so he gives the rest to the Gustaaf's. Brynjar's shop has also been hit hard with Raiding not being allowed anymore, since Vikings were the only ones that bought armor and used said armor when they went on raids. The new Earl's laws were only making the Gentle's Giant life harder.
Brynjar would never admit it or even acknowledged it, but most of his more loyal customers were young ladies who just couldn't keep their eyes off the large, Godlike form of a man. No one could protest to him being the son of Erik The Giant; inheriting the Legendary Viking's good looks and height; getting his kindness and determination from his mother, Astrid, who was fondling nicknamed Lady Valkyrie among most of Kaupang Villagers and other Vikings. His family were known around Kaupang, for good and bad reasons, which is why he thought that Earl Thorvald seemed to tax his shop higher than others, because of the family he comes from.
"By the Gods, I've finished it!" His long blonde hair falling behind his head as he looked up to the ceiling of his shop with a huge smile on his face. Relief showed on the man's beautiful face as he held up the gorgeous necklace he had been working on night and day. He held it up to the light and felt accomplishment wash over him. "Brother! What is that?!" Hearing his sister, Eydis' loud, but delicate voice behind him. Brynjar quickly turned around, necklace now behind his back. "Oh it's nothing, nothing at all." He grinned at her, knowing she could tell when he was lying.
"Let me see it..." The larger male could easily block his 5'3" sister away, but he didn't feel like hearing her whine even more. "You might as well let her see it, Bryn." The kind male turned to his brother, Halvar, twin to Eydis, and nodded his head. "Well... it was suppose to be a surprise..." Sighing, he moved the necklace from behind his back and placed it around his loving sister's delicate neck and waited for the screams of excitement to come. "By the Gods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Both Brynjar and Halvar covered their ears and groaned. Eydis scream was loud and forceful, she could be the town's alarm if needed.
Thankfully, the young girl stopped screaming and wrapped her arms around Brynjar's muscular waist. "Thank you dear brother of mines." Halvar sat in a corner working on a new shield. "You have two dear brothers, remember that." Brynjar looked down at his sister and smirked at her. "You're welcome, and I hope you take care of it. I could have sold that and made a lot of coin, but I decided to give it to you as a good luck charm of sorts." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and went to the front of the shop, officially opening the place for business.
"Brother, what shall we do with these metals?" Brynjar walked over to Halvar, who had a large box of different strips of metal from local traders of the Market Place next to him. "Well... if we don't need these parts, I know who might." He chuckled and picked the box up, which would've been very heavy for someone smaller in size and weaker in strength than the Gentle Giant. "I will be back shortly, please keep this place in one piece." He said, as he opened the door for a lovely lady to walk in. "Welcome." He smiled down at her. The lady almost passed out with a flutter of her eyes, barely managing to head further into the shop. He didn't notice her odd actions, making his way to Melkorka's Shop with the box of metals.
While walking towards his friend's shop, he noticed a beautiful horse tied to one of the poles of the building. "Hey girl." He smiled at the horse, rubbing her side and sighing in relaxation. "We're both tied to something that won't let us go. One day we'll both be free to run wild, girl. Just wait." Patting the horse one more time, before heading into the shop. He remembered to duck under the entrance, not wanting to hit his head... again.
"Oh Melkorka!" He said in a singsong voice, that would most likely irritate the deathly serious woman, like always. "I have some extra metals that I won't be needing and I thought..." He trailed off when he noticed a beautiful woman standing at the front, waiting for Melkorka to look over her sword. "My apologies." He looked at the woman and smiled at her. An awkwardness started to feel his body, causing him to drop the box of metals, with a loud BANG! onto the wooden floor. "Great..." He whispered to himself, before picking the box back up. "Is that your horse outside?" He looked back at the woman, who he had never seen around Kaupang before, he would remember such a beautiful face.