Olaf Bjonsson (Shinigami)

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Name: Olaf Bjornsson

Life Age: 35
Time as wandering Spirit: over 1000 years (see history)
Time in Rukongai: 5 years.

Gender: Male

Race: Scandinavian (white)

Birthplace: Northern Ancient Norway.

Occupation: Viking in life, wanderer now.

Height: 15'

Weight: around 2000 lbs

Appearance: Even among the other vikings, Olaf was considered a giant of a man, Standing nearly 8 feet tall. He always keeps his head shaved save for the single bright red (ginger) braid at the top, which he has never cut. His eyes are a brown with a slight orange hue to them.When he awoke in this afterlife, he found his body to be nearly doubled in size. His hardened and muscled body carried over its muscle memory from his life, though he is not quite used to the new size of it, making him a bit clumsy in other tasks. The same is true for his newfound strength, as the many broken doors and  Most of his tattoos and scars from life have faded, Replaced by a new set of tattoos with runes in them that he doesn't know the meaning of.  

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Personality: Olaf is your typical viking in most respects. He loves a good fight, good food, good mead, and good company. Those he declares as friends know he will always come to their aid. He is always good to the warriors he serves with, ensuring they get food and drink before he does. In life his loyalty to his Jarl was never once called into question. In his new life he has yet to find one worthy of such loyalty. Unlike most vikings he did not participate in the darker aspects of raiding, such as wanton slaughter or enslavement (or worse) of the weak. He found such actions dishonorable, seeking an honorable life above all else. He was known to to be honorable on the battlefield, to the point of injuring or killing anyone if they interfered in an duel.This included his own men, but they were told this from the older warriors that severed with Olaf previously. Outside of the battlefield he is jovial and has a mostly good nature, always seeking to honor the gods and living a life worthy of entry to Valhalla.

Special Characteristics:  He knows how to use his size to his advantage, often grabbing his opponents and slamming them to the ground or throwing them to the side with ease.  

Stats:

Attack: 50
Speed: 20
Defense: 30

Sealed Zanpakto: He doesn't like the "strange" swords the shinigami wield, finding them to light and difficult to put his weight behind when attacking .Due to his shear size, a normal sized Asauchi is impossible for him to wield. Once he is recruited and arrives for training something befitting his size will have to be commissioned. Due to these two factors a massive Odachi was made for him. Measuring 10 ft long, and weighing a staggering 60lbs, this weapons handle and blade are wider to fit his grip better.

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History: Born during the early days of the vikings rise to power, Olaf was barely out of boyhood before he was looking eye to eye with most of the adults. He went on his first raid at the healthy age 15. His first battle was against Saxons just moments after he set foot on the shores of England. It was this battle that his story and reputation started, and 20 years would pass before he would taste defeat. He died in a massive battle near Wessex England, but when the Valkyries came for his fellow warriors, He was left behind, a long chain attached from his chests to the chest of his own corpse, trapping him on that battle field. One of the Valkyries did approach him however, and told him in time his destiny lay on another battlefield, and he must wait. He watched as others faded, or were taken, and he waited. Days turned to seasons, then to years, and still he sat, waiting, focusing his mind on the battle to come, watching as the links in his chain slowly deteriorated. Eventually a wandering rouge shinigami happened upon him, and freed him. Olaf awoke in Rukongai moments later, retaining most of his memories. He has since been wandering around the Zaraki district clearing out bandits to earn his keep.

Role Playing Sample: How long has it been. Olaf wondered, fidgeting with the last 3 links in his chain, staring off into the distance. When he was first was trapped on this battlefield, the chain in his chest would allow him to roam the entirety of this place. But as time went on, he soon became restricted to just a few feet from where his body lay in the ground. His body has grown heavy and weak, with a hunger gnawing at him constantly. The days had long blurred together, years passing with his only maker being the deteriorating chain. He feared the chains total disappearance, or giving into the gnawing hunger would deny him entry to Valhalla. So he preserved, waiting, meditating on the gods will, past battles, and his life. While deep in such meditation he hadn't noticed the man standing next to him, Olaf hadn't even sensed his approach. Olaf tried to ignore the man, until he noticed the man wasn't looking through him like the other people that came here, the man was looking at him. His face must of had a look of utter bewilderment on it, for the man chuckled, saying something Olaf couldn't understand. As the confusion began to wear off and the fog lifted on his mind, "Can you really see me?" Olaf asked speaking in old norse. The man shook his head, saying something else, a few of the words Olaf recognized as saxon. These words provoking him, causing a well of power to surge up in him. His vision blurred and the rage from his last battle surged in him, renewing his strength. For some reason he wanted to fight this saxon, he felt this would allow him to enter Valhalla. The man jumped back, his hand on his sword, his eyes locked on Olaf's chest, watching as the third link in the chain crumbled away. Olaf Lunged at the man, his vision red with rage, his fists balled crashing down to the man. The instant before his strike would hit though, he felt something hit his chest, and his mind cleared. Olaf looked down seeing the sword not completely drawn, the end of the hilt touching where the chain met his chest. He felt a warm wave of energy swept across his body. He looked at the man, who grinned up at him. "You're going to make a fine Reaper." the man said. Olaf looking at him confused, for he understood the man now. "What? Am I not going to Valhalla?" he said with anger in his voice. "No, not yet big guy. When you wake up, seek out the warriors in black robes. They can help you, I think, just be careful who you trust."  the man said, calmly. Olaf watched in wonder as his body began to shine and fade away. "By the way, kid, the names Sal, when your strong enough, lets have a proper duel." Sal said with confidence. Olaf was oddly not offended by being called a kid again, but the prospect of dueling this man brought a grin to his face. His body nearly gone, Olaf mustered the strength for one last thing. "By my Honor, and the Honor of my ancestors, I, Olaf son of Bjorn, will hold you to it." he said as he faded to nothingness.

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