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Name: Emil

Nicknames:

Age: 26 (born in Sweden-Finland, 1651. Came to Sybal Heim in 1676 and timetraveled 208 years to 1892.)

Physical Age: 25

Height: 1m80 / 5ft 11

Hair: brown

Eyes: burgundy

Faction:  Insurgent
When Emil entered the forest he left the sea and his burning ship behind him, unknowing he would never be able to set sail again.
He truly lived on the open waters and rocky shores. Traveling as far the wind and sails would allow him to.
He believes Odin himself has punished him for not going down with his ship at war.
He doesn’t really cherish a grudge against the Organizer or other authority figures and he even understands why people could be happy in Sybal Heim.
But nothing can mute his calling to the sea.

Occupation: Smith (jewelry and decorations)
Can also carve wood, bones or anything you want carved.
Is also ship engineer, but avoids this in Sybal Heim because he misses the sea a lot.

Sybal Form: “Waterdog”
Emils Sybal form is a sturdy build creature made for water and land near water. His distant personality makes place for a more playful and bubbly one, like Emil is already your friend! He keeps full memory of the night and might be ashamed of his nightly adventures with this “new” personality and GREAT apatite.
The small, feather like tuft on his long tail is very sensitive and used to lure prey or play with others.
His coat is patterned with stripes, under water they confuse fish. The pattern isn't the same every night, they change randomly!

general parameters:
- heights
(on 4 legs; shoulder height) : 1.2m / 3ft11
(on 2 legs) : 2m / 6ft7
- length (nose to tail) : 4m / 13ft12
- weight: 150kg / 330pounds

Abilities:
- great lungs; can hold his breath for 1h
- swiftly swimmer; can swim a lot faster than he runs
- confuse the fish; his striped coat confuses fish
- snake jaws; for eating lots and lots of big things
- fish lure; can use his feathery tail tip to lure fish and/or a playful sybal
- thermal fur; his short, dense fur protects against cold and heat

Sybal Power:  “Vaporize”
Besides being a big, soaky doglike creature, Emil has the power to vaporize water AND himself to mist or steam.
In order to use this ability outside himself (ex, to create mist to hide in) he must have access to liquid water. The most he can vaporize in one go is 20L (this means he'll need at least 20L of water to do so).
When using this ability on himself, his body structure changes and takes the form and characteristics of water. With this, he can control his body temperature from 2°C-100°C (35F-212F) for about 5 minutes. He usually uses this power to hide and reach places through thin gaps, pipelines, etc. But it can also distract and the steam could hurt others.
In perfect conditions he can vaporize himself 5 times per night. 100L would be the maximum amount of water he can vaporize per night.

Docile or Feral: Circumstantial Feral
His trigger to become feral is when someone or something grabs his tail feather when he doesn’t expect it.
This would make him go into “get the hell out here” hiding mode. Which could lead to a vaporization and searching any gap, hole or mailbox he could dive into. He would stay there for a good 15 minutes or until someone told him it was ok.

Personality:

+ Loyal, honest, good listener, pratical, creative mind

+/- straightforward, loner, avoids conflict

- sarcastic (in a funny way... mostly) , lack of emotional consideration

Emil has an INTP-A personality, which makes it challenging for him to understand emotions and feelings of other people. He’s honest, straightforward and can forget any kind of emotional consideration, which can easily offend people without this being his intention. Emotions and feelings are things Emil can't really understand, but yet he's intruged by them and tries to write about them in his very personal and very private poembook. He likes to be on his own and minding his own bussiness, observing others and trying to understand what makes life worth living.

At first encounter, Emil can be described as distant and cold. Yet he will try to give any question an honest and thoughtful answer.
He doesn't reveil much of himself unless someone asks the right questions or he trusts them.
If someone finds the patience to get to know Emil and see past his quirks, they will find a loyal friend who will join them in any way possible to make their goals come true.

He is likely to bypass rules and guidelines to get to his goals, but won't harm anyone.
He dislikes fights and war. It is a waste of time and materials which could better be spend on improving the community.

History:
born in Sweden-Finland, 1651.
Growing up in a wealthy family with a focus on education and achievements, Emil was more comfortable surrounded by books than people. Reading stories about great discoveries, foreign cultures and massive inventions from all over the world.

His mother was a beautiful and intelligent lady, but a dreamer. She enjoyed fairytales and nature. Whenever she got the chance, she'd take Emil outside for walks along the shores while telling him stories about mysterious creatures and even cities in the ocean depths. His father found it nonsense and would even have heavy arguments why his mom shouldn't fill Emil’s head with rubbish.
But she kept telling him new ones, over and over again while Emil listened to them as if she was whispering the answers of life.

His father was an engineer. He had built ships for governors, counts and even the king. Emil adored ships even more than he adored his father.
Whenever the 5 year old Emil was allowed to leave home to his father's working place, he felt like he was inside one of his great stories. His father would tell him everything about the ships he build and answer any question Emil threw at him.
Emil was amazed by the skills of the handcrafters and the smiths, but he knew his father talked low about them. According to his father, these men were nothing but unlettered and poor people.
This made Emil unsure about himself. His hands itched to craft and draw, but this was frowned upon by his father. Trying to find a way to express himself without displeasing his father, Emil found his way into poetry en writing stories. Writing means education, education means intelligence and intelligence means power.

The year Emil turned 10, his father died of a lung infection. His mother couldn't face her loss and lost herself in her fairytale mind. Constantly mumbling to herself. Only Emil could make her come back to reality now and then. He never left her side until the delusions got worse and worse.
Emil saw her slipping away and losing all grip on reality. He could see it in her eyes.
She stopped eating; no matter what Emil tried. She never slept. She never spoke. The only thing that remained the same was her daily walk to his father’s grave; every day as the bells rang noon. And that's where he found her that night. She wasn't sitting in her chair as usual when Emil had woken up to some rat nibbling at his window. She had walked to the grave, knowing it was her time to see her husband again. Leaving her 11 year old son behind in the mortal world. The only thing left of her were memories and some words which she had scribbled in his little notebook.
There weren't many people on her funeral. Being the "village lunatic" her friends had turned her back to her and her son. Emil knew from that day; you can only really trust yourself. At the end of the ceremony, a good friend of his father walked up to him, Emil had recognized him as Ludvik. Ludvik was traveling overseas as he received the news of Emil’s parents and just arrived back in the land. He offered Emil to come with him, as he had promised his best friend years ago.
Emil agreed on this offer and set sail the other day, taking his grief overseas. Ludvik was a great man and had seen much of the world. He thought Emil anything he knew in the many years he would travel around with him. Emil turned out to be a great handcrafter and made a decent amount of money as smith wherever they sailed.

By the age of 20, Emil had seen and traveled on many ships, but the first time he laid eyes on the "Svardet" he knew he had fallen in love.
The colossal warship was both beauty and muscles. She looked like she could restrain all the oceans. Emil believed this ship could end wars.
He finally had a purpose in life. He knew he had to be part of this mighty ship.
The year before the Scanian War erupted, he finally could board the Svardet as the new on-board engineer.
Misjudging the dangers he could be facing, Emil felt like the hero’s from his stories. Sailing on the raging sea, at war.
As he saw enemy vessels approach the fleet, he acted bold and naïve without Ludvik’s wise advice at his side.
The Kronan, the largest war- and flagship of the Swedish fleet, misjudged a maneuver. She made a sharp turn in the harsh weather with too much sail, causing it to make water through the canon holes. The Kronan capsized in front of the Svardet even before the real fight began.
The Svardet was surrounded early in the battle. Emil was stunned. His dream, his destiny, his life. Would it end here?
Emil lacked the skills of fighting, but he knew how to use the board canons and were he had to aim them on the enemy to get maximum damage.
The men fought for two hours until the ship's main mast was destroyed and the ship surrendered. Before the surrounding enemies could board Svardet, a Dutch fire ship accidentally set the Svardet ablaze. The fire eventually reached the gunpowder store, which set off an explosion that sank the ship.

The explosions were awful.
Every vision, every noise, every touch and every smell had been grifted in his brain from then.
The death, the screams, the heat and the smell of burning flesh.
The last explosion had made something hit Emil’s head and he blacked out.
He awoke, floating a few meters underneath the surface.
He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he could only see a coaled rat floating inches away from him.
Then it went dark again.
His lungs felt heavy and painful. Each breath revealed the damage the salty water has caused at the fragile mucus of his lungs.
He felt ground beneath him... rocks. The seawater gently caressing his feet.
His eyes were bloodshot and felt like burning.
As he got up to his knees, his body hurt. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, he already felt the fever emerge from inside his body. He welcomed the small amount of warmth it gave, but knew it meant this could be the end of him.
It was night. The only thing Emil saw as he looked over the sea, were flames in the distance. Flames which were eating away the ship he devoted his life to. Another reason to live, gone.
The cold was getting to him harshly as his fever made him shiver. Almost accepting his faith, he slowly laid down again as he felt the contours of his small poem book sting in his side.

The book was wet and the ink blurred on most pages, but he could still vividly remember the things that mean most to him.
The last words of his father.
The last written nonsense of his mother.
Unless the nonsense actually made sense now!
He let his fingers run over where the words had been before the seawater blurred them out.
He again felt the desire to keep going on, keep fighting,  stay alive.

He needed to get shelter. He was not going to die. Not tonight.
He crawled up onto his feet, then gazed at the forest at the end of the rocky beach. He couldn’t even recall a forest being at this piece of land. He clings the small book in his hand as if his mother’s words had provided him the shelter he needed. A strange feeling ran over him. As if he were drawn to the trees.
With what seemed his last strength, he stumbled his way inside.

Additional Info:

° Emil always takes his worn out notebook with him. He still uses it. And you have to be pretty damn special if you get to read it.
° He misses ships and the sea. He misses them badly.
° As a man of the sea, he also knows a fair amount of astrologie.
° He's a smoker.
° He's a bad swimmer when the sun is up.

Find more art of him in his stash! sta.sh/21szhpbypkd?edit=1

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Description

Name: Emil

Nicknames:

Age: 26 (born in Sweden-Finland, 1651. Came to Sybal Heim in 1676 and timetraveled 208 years to 1892.)

Physical Age: 25

Height: 1m80 / 5ft 11

Hair: brown

Eyes: burgundy

Faction:  Insurgent
When Emil entered the forest he left the sea and his burning ship behind him, unknowing he would never be able to set sail again.
He truly lived on the open waters and rocky shores. Traveling as far the wind and sails would allow him to.
He believes Odin himself has punished him for not going down with his ship at war.
He doesn’t really cherish a grudge against the Organizer or other authority figures and he even understands why people could be happy in Sybal Heim.
But nothing can mute his calling to the sea.

Occupation: Smith (jewelry and decorations)
Can also carve wood, bones or anything you want carved.
Is also ship engineer, but avoids this in Sybal Heim because he misses the sea a lot.

Sybal Form: “Waterdog”
Emils Sybal form is a sturdy build creature made for water and land near water. His distant personality makes place for a more playful and bubbly one, like Emil is already your friend! He keeps full memory of the night and might be ashamed of his nightly adventures with this “new” personality and GREAT apatite.
The small, feather like tuft on his long tail is very sensitive and used to lure prey or play with others.
His coat is patterned with stripes, under water they confuse fish. The pattern isn't the same every night, they change randomly!

general parameters:
- heights
(on 4 legs; shoulder height) : 1.2m / 3ft11
(on 2 legs) : 2m / 6ft7
- length (nose to tail) : 4m / 13ft12
- weight: 150kg / 330pounds

Abilities:
- great lungs; can hold his breath for 1h
- swiftly swimmer; can swim a lot faster than he runs
- confuse the fish; his striped coat confuses fish
- snake jaws; for eating lots and lots of big things
- fish lure; can use his feathery tail tip to lure fish and/or a playful sybal
- thermal fur; his short, dense fur protects against cold and heat

Sybal Power:  “Vaporize”
Besides being a big, soaky doglike creature, Emil has the power to vaporize water AND himself to mist or steam.
In order to use this ability outside himself (ex, to create mist to hide in) he must have access to liquid water. The most he can vaporize in one go is 20L (this means he'll need at least 20L of water to do so).
When using this ability on himself, his body structure changes and takes the form and characteristics of water. With this, he can control his body temperature from 2°C-100°C (35F-212F) for about 5 minutes. He usually uses this power to hide and reach places through thin gaps, pipelines, etc. But it can also distract and the steam could hurt others.
In perfect conditions he can vaporize himself 5 times per night. 100L would be the maximum amount of water he can vaporize per night.

Docile or Feral: Circumstantial Feral
His trigger to become feral is when someone or something grabs his tail feather when he doesn’t expect it.
This would make him go into “get the hell out here” hiding mode. Which could lead to a vaporization and searching any gap, hole or mailbox he could dive into. He would stay there for a good 15 minutes or until someone told him it was ok.

Personality:

+ Loyal, honest, good listener, pratical, creative mind

+/- straightforward, loner, avoids conflict

- sarcastic (in a funny way... mostly) , lack of emotional consideration

Emil has an INTP-A personality, which makes it challenging for him to understand emotions and feelings of other people. He’s honest, straightforward and can forget any kind of emotional consideration, which can easily offend people without this being his intention. Emotions and feelings are things Emil can't really understand, but yet he's intruged by them and tries to write about them in his very personal and very private poembook. He likes to be on his own and minding his own bussiness, observing others and trying to understand what makes life worth living.

At first encounter, Emil can be described as distant and cold. Yet he will try to give any question an honest and thoughtful answer.
He doesn't reveil much of himself unless someone asks the right questions or he trusts them.
If someone finds the patience to get to know Emil and see past his quirks, they will find a loyal friend who will join them in any way possible to make their goals come true.

He is likely to bypass rules and guidelines to get to his goals, but won't harm anyone.
He dislikes fights and war. It is a waste of time and materials which could better be spend on improving the community.

History:
born in Sweden-Finland, 1651.
Growing up in a wealthy family with a focus on education and achievements, Emil was more comfortable surrounded by books than people. Reading stories about great discoveries, foreign cultures and massive inventions from all over the world.

His mother was a beautiful and intelligent lady, but a dreamer. She enjoyed fairytales and nature. Whenever she got the chance, she'd take Emil outside for walks along the shores while telling him stories about mysterious creatures and even cities in the ocean depths. His father found it nonsense and would even have heavy arguments why his mom shouldn't fill Emil’s head with rubbish.
But she kept telling him new ones, over and over again while Emil listened to them as if she was whispering the answers of life.

His father was an engineer. He had built ships for governors, counts and even the king. Emil adored ships even more than he adored his father.
Whenever the 5 year old Emil was allowed to leave home to his father's working place, he felt like he was inside one of his great stories. His father would tell him everything about the ships he build and answer any question Emil threw at him.
Emil was amazed by the skills of the handcrafters and the smiths, but he knew his father talked low about them. According to his father, these men were nothing but unlettered and poor people.
This made Emil unsure about himself. His hands itched to craft and draw, but this was frowned upon by his father. Trying to find a way to express himself without displeasing his father, Emil found his way into poetry en writing stories. Writing means education, education means intelligence and intelligence means power.

The year Emil turned 10, his father died of a lung infection. His mother couldn't face her loss and lost herself in her fairytale mind. Constantly mumbling to herself. Only Emil could make her come back to reality now and then. He never left her side until the delusions got worse and worse.
Emil saw her slipping away and losing all grip on reality. He could see it in her eyes.
She stopped eating; no matter what Emil tried. She never slept. She never spoke. The only thing that remained the same was her daily walk to his father’s grave; every day as the bells rang noon. And that's where he found her that night. She wasn't sitting in her chair as usual when Emil had woken up to some rat nibbling at his window. She had walked to the grave, knowing it was her time to see her husband again. Leaving her 11 year old son behind in the mortal world. The only thing left of her were memories and some words which she had scribbled in his little notebook.
There weren't many people on her funeral. Being the "village lunatic" her friends had turned her back to her and her son. Emil knew from that day; you can only really trust yourself. At the end of the ceremony, a good friend of his father walked up to him, Emil had recognized him as Ludvik. Ludvik was traveling overseas as he received the news of Emil’s parents and just arrived back in the land. He offered Emil to come with him, as he had promised his best friend years ago.
Emil agreed on this offer and set sail the other day, taking his grief overseas. Ludvik was a great man and had seen much of the world. He thought Emil anything he knew in the many years he would travel around with him. Emil turned out to be a great handcrafter and made a decent amount of money as smith wherever they sailed.

By the age of 20, Emil had seen and traveled on many ships, but the first time he laid eyes on the "Svardet" he knew he had fallen in love.
The colossal warship was both beauty and muscles. She looked like she could restrain all the oceans. Emil believed this ship could end wars.
He finally had a purpose in life. He knew he had to be part of this mighty ship.
The year before the Scanian War erupted, he finally could board the Svardet as the new on-board engineer.
Misjudging the dangers he could be facing, Emil felt like the hero’s from his stories. Sailing on the raging sea, at war.
As he saw enemy vessels approach the fleet, he acted bold and naïve without Ludvik’s wise advice at his side.
The Kronan, the largest war- and flagship of the Swedish fleet, misjudged a maneuver. She made a sharp turn in the harsh weather with too much sail, causing it to make water through the canon holes. The Kronan capsized in front of the Svardet even before the real fight began.
The Svardet was surrounded early in the battle. Emil was stunned. His dream, his destiny, his life. Would it end here?
Emil lacked the skills of fighting, but he knew how to use the board canons and were he had to aim them on the enemy to get maximum damage.
The men fought for two hours until the ship's main mast was destroyed and the ship surrendered. Before the surrounding enemies could board Svardet, a Dutch fire ship accidentally set the Svardet ablaze. The fire eventually reached the gunpowder store, which set off an explosion that sank the ship.

The explosions were awful.
Every vision, every noise, every touch and every smell had been grifted in his brain from then.
The death, the screams, the heat and the smell of burning flesh.
The last explosion had made something hit Emil’s head and he blacked out.
He awoke, floating a few meters underneath the surface.
He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he could only see a coaled rat floating inches away from him.
Then it went dark again.
His lungs felt heavy and painful. Each breath revealed the damage the salty water has caused at the fragile mucus of his lungs.
He felt ground beneath him... rocks. The seawater gently caressing his feet.
His eyes were bloodshot and felt like burning.
As he got up to his knees, his body hurt. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, he already felt the fever emerge from inside his body. He welcomed the small amount of warmth it gave, but knew it meant this could be the end of him.
It was night. The only thing Emil saw as he looked over the sea, were flames in the distance. Flames which were eating away the ship he devoted his life to. Another reason to live, gone.
The cold was getting to him harshly as his fever made him shiver. Almost accepting his faith, he slowly laid down again as he felt the contours of his small poem book sting in his side.

The book was wet and the ink blurred on most pages, but he could still vividly remember the things that mean most to him.
The last words of his father.
The last written nonsense of his mother.
Unless the nonsense actually made sense now!
He let his fingers run over where the words had been before the seawater blurred them out.
He again felt the desire to keep going on, keep fighting,  stay alive.

He needed to get shelter. He was not going to die. Not tonight.
He crawled up onto his feet, then gazed at the forest at the end of the rocky beach. He couldn’t even recall a forest being at this piece of land. He clings the small book in his hand as if his mother’s words had provided him the shelter he needed. A strange feeling ran over him. As if he were drawn to the trees.
With what seemed his last strength, he stumbled his way inside.

Additional Info:

° Emil always takes his worn out notebook with him. He still uses it. And you have to be pretty damn special if you get to read it.
° He misses ships and the sea. He misses them badly.
° As a man of the sea, he also knows a fair amount of astrologie.
° He's a smoker.
° He's a bad swimmer when the sun is up.

Find more art of him in his stash! sta.sh/21szhpbypkd?edit=1

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