User Name: Fatal Irony
Name: Surtr
Reasoning for name: Surtr is a the fire giant in Norse mythology. In Soquili canon I imagine it as a wish for the foal to be large, strong, and talented in his fire 'suti powers. Someone imposing enough to inspire others to follow so he might help bring the scattered Raven Lords together.
Temper: Explosive
Are you an active RPer?: I try to be! Sometimes life gets in the way, but I love plotting and rp
Are you willing to continue the Raven Lord tradition?: Absolutely! It's a really interesting concept
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Personality: Surtr at first seems a quiet stallion, with his stoic expression and rare words. To the unwary he is a cool and collected individual, in constant control of his features and who speaks with great care. Under the surface however he is a constant simmer of rage that every now and again builds to a fever-pitch and is released in a display of fiery power. Woe unto those who illicit his ire when it's time for an eruption! He will take out this pent-up energy on whoever is near - save his raven. Though she has the sense to leave Surtr be when his emotions are running high. Practicing his fire abilities seems to sooth his simmering rage somewhat, and as a result he practices often and is quite proficient at controlling fire.
Plot Ideas:
First, Need to get him a female raven, named Pele. She will form a very close bond to him, such that she will be able to predict his moods better than anyone.
Second, I will ponder these out should I win XD
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Choose your own entry:
They were all around him. Others. Soquili of some sort, though at this point he neither knew or cared what. Everything had turned red for him, his vision blurred and wavering so that there was nothing to tell him if it was enemies or friends around him. He felt the rage bubbling inside; he could no longer contain it. It would take him, and the others would pay the price. He was beyond the point of caring. Their words had long turned to static in his head, reminiscent of steam escaping a narrow crevice.
There was a fire burning. He could smell it. He could feel it. He dug his feet into the dirt in anticipation, finally releasing his hold and allowing the fire to consume him, unleashing his power in an arc that spread out from him in all directions. The hissing static of voices grew shrill and panicked as he closed his eyes and unleashed his fury.
When he opened them again he was alone. His vision had returned to normal and the fire within him was back down to a smolder. He looked around at the charred plants and scorched earth, breathing in the smoke quietly. Whoever the others had been, they had fled. He took a deep breath and spread his wings to take to the air and continue his task. As he ascended, something caught his eye and he turned to find Pele approaching. Her timing was impeccable.
