It probably wasn't a good idea for him to already be seeing things in the wall given Ivar's mental state isn't the greatest to begin with. A Norseman who trusts too much soon ends up in the grave, so Ivar has always had a healthy dose of paranoia. But this is getting downright ridiculous.
He feels there is someone watching him all the time. At first, he's able to dismiss at nonsense. But the longer this goes on and on, he cannot help but wonder....is it true? Is there someone really there in the walls?
At the end of it all, he goes completely and utterly manic. He starts hacking the walls apart with his axe, his hands, anything that he thinks will work. But no, that's not enough, the furniture needs go too. This won't just stop at his own home, but those of others, and even some of the shops in town.
Whether you encounter him in your home or the grocery store, it's best to approach with caution as he mutters to himself. "They're still in there....oh yes they are....got to keep looking..." Just be careful if you approach him while he's tearing whatever he's fixated on apart. That is a pretty sharp axe after all.
II. Break My Chains
[Ivar is the first one to wake up of the two stuck in the same room together and it's right about now that he's starting to wonder if he's just going to keep bouncing from one strange situation to another in this town for however long he's going to be residing there. Well, nothing to be done right now except try to escape this terrifying situation. When the horrible figure comes in, looking rather like what Ivar has always pictured a fire giant as looking like in his head, he hisses at whoever is across from him.]
Wake up! Come on, don't just sit there like a lump! We've got to get out of here!
[He really doesn't want to be left alone to deal with this monstrous creature all on his own and it looks like the only way to get out of here is going to be working together. Well, Ivar's never been shy about asking for help before, and he's not about to start now.]
III. Arrival
Well, this definitely counted as the strangest experience of Ivar's life, and he's been through some pretty weird ones, like the time he'd met the god (and his grandfather) Odin in person. He's not entirely sure this isn't some prolonged hallucination. Perhaps he'd fallen on the field of battle and this was his dying dream? The letter he finds doesn't really clear up too much and he eyes the food in the jar with suspicion.
He finds a strange contraption in the house he wakes up in, what looks like a chair with wheels on it. Well, that'll be far better to use than just crawling around on his arms like he's warranted to. It only takes a few minutes for him to figure out how to work it exactly. Really, it's such smooth going that he wonders why he never thought to create one of these at home.
Granted, a wheelchair is far easier to use on paved roads and sidewalks then in the grooves of mud and dirt that would be in his home world. As he goes down the street, he'll be looking for anyone who can tell him what the hell is going on as he observes and takes in the town.
"You there!" What can you tell me about this strange place?" He calls out in an accent of indeterminate origin but which definitely sounds Northern European. A few things to note when he speaks to someone: his eyes are extraordinarily ice-blue and the whites of his eyes are bluish-tinted as well, he's got an axe strapped to his back that looks awful sharp, and he's wearing clothes that look positively medieval, which should give a clue as to what time period he's from.
IV. Wildcard
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Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings
It probably wasn't a good idea for him to already be seeing things in the wall given Ivar's mental state isn't the greatest to begin with. A Norseman who trusts too much soon ends up in the grave, so Ivar has always had a healthy dose of paranoia. But this is getting downright ridiculous.
He feels there is someone watching him all the time. At first, he's able to dismiss at nonsense. But the longer this goes on and on, he cannot help but wonder....is it true? Is there someone really there in the walls?
At the end of it all, he goes completely and utterly manic. He starts hacking the walls apart with his axe, his hands, anything that he thinks will work. But no, that's not enough, the furniture needs go too. This won't just stop at his own home, but those of others, and even some of the shops in town.
Whether you encounter him in your home or the grocery store, it's best to approach with caution as he mutters to himself. "They're still in there....oh yes they are....got to keep looking..." Just be careful if you approach him while he's tearing whatever he's fixated on apart. That is a pretty sharp axe after all.
II. Break My Chains
[Ivar is the first one to wake up of the two stuck in the same room together and it's right about now that he's starting to wonder if he's just going to keep bouncing from one strange situation to another in this town for however long he's going to be residing there. Well, nothing to be done right now except try to escape this terrifying situation. When the horrible figure comes in, looking rather like what Ivar has always pictured a fire giant as looking like in his head, he hisses at whoever is across from him.]
Wake up! Come on, don't just sit there like a lump! We've got to get out of here!
[He really doesn't want to be left alone to deal with this monstrous creature all on his own and it looks like the only way to get out of here is going to be working together. Well, Ivar's never been shy about asking for help before, and he's not about to start now.]
III. Arrival
Well, this definitely counted as the strangest experience of Ivar's life, and he's been through some pretty weird ones, like the time he'd met the god (and his grandfather) Odin in person. He's not entirely sure this isn't some prolonged hallucination. Perhaps he'd fallen on the field of battle and this was his dying dream? The letter he finds doesn't really clear up too much and he eyes the food in the jar with suspicion.
He finds a strange contraption in the house he wakes up in, what looks like a chair with wheels on it. Well, that'll be far better to use than just crawling around on his arms like he's warranted to. It only takes a few minutes for him to figure out how to work it exactly. Really, it's such smooth going that he wonders why he never thought to create one of these at home.
Granted, a wheelchair is far easier to use on paved roads and sidewalks then in the grooves of mud and dirt that would be in his home world. As he goes down the street, he'll be looking for anyone who can tell him what the hell is going on as he observes and takes in the town.
"You there!" What can you tell me about this strange place?" He calls out in an accent of indeterminate origin but which definitely sounds Northern European. A few things to note when he speaks to someone: his eyes are extraordinarily ice-blue and the whites of his eyes are bluish-tinted as well, he's got an axe strapped to his back that looks awful sharp, and he's wearing clothes that look positively medieval, which should give a clue as to what time period he's from.
IV. Wildcard
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