Kare Norling

Oh gods. This bugger. Just, this bugger.
To be clear, this is a joint character, by myself and . We were brainstorming, and this fluffball came out of nowhere. And we decided to keep him.

This is an application for . THe art's by Goat, an amazing artist. The writing's by me. A meh writer.

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Name: Kare Norling
Age: 17 (163 in human years)
Hair: Pale red-brown
Eyes: Dark blue, no pupils
Height: 4’10
Weight: 200 lbs

Personality: Kare’s mother describes her precious little boy as “fluffy, sensitive, a wonderful, thoughtful little child with the heart of gold and good and wonderful flitting butterflies.” His father, “Pop-pop” as he’s known within his pantheon, describes his son as “the single greatest failing of a divinity’s bloodline to create anything remotely worthy of song and legend.” Kare himself would elaborate on both of these views, were he not tending to some garden or another. Kare loves flowers. Kare loves people. Kare loves cats, animals, nature.
Kare is also utterly and completely incapable of living up to the divine and godly lineage that is his heritage as an offspring of the Wolverine God. Where savage tendencies, a bloodlust and thirst for glory, uncontrolled rage and bravery is desirable, Myanya’s little boy instead demonstrates a desire for comfort, an utter lack of ambition, a humility more on par with a monk rather than a demigod, a love of soft fluffy things (And not in the desire to eat them way), and above all else, an overwhelming timidity. Pop-pop is not pleased with this.

History: “Once, in a garden, the valhallas, the heavens, the Baylon’s Gardens and Edens, all of these ideals and realms were a singular, vast plane, a universe and power unto itself. The wylds, it was called, the primordial realm, the home of the dreams and the wonders. The inhabitants of it, sentients had many names for it-”
“Myanya, I know this storyyyyyyy, ;A;”
“Shushush, little child, it gets better-” “Myanya, can we skip aheaddddd? I wanna hear the happy times!”
“'Home' was the most prevalent. And it was a place of wonder, all the dreams of all the dreamers, both asleep and awake, walked freely amongst the dreamers. It was a place where anything could happen. It was-”
“Pop-pop’s from there, isn’t he? And you met Pop-pop there!”
“Yes, little child. Pop-pop is from the 'Home.' And I, yes I visited this 'Home,' and I saw your Pop-Pop. And I met the many other great spirits. I met the Great Thunderer, Kamui of Nippon, the Hunter of the Fens and Glades, and more. It was the custom for those of our world, when we begin to walk in the wylds, to offer our respect, and tribute to the spirits, a token of our devotion to all of them-”
“Myanyaaa, but why did you and Pop-pop-”
“Little child, I am getting there, I promise. Your Pop-pop was the last I saw, the coldest and the strongest of the spirits I met. He was surly, and he scorned all the others. He growled and he spat, and he threatened. And I approached him, and tenderly-”
“Tenderly hugged himmmmm? OuO”
“Женщина привязала проклятый ленту вокруг моей шеи, вытащили меня, черт возьми с ней домой, и мы вас. Иди спать.”
“. . .Thank you, Pop-pop. Yes, I gave him a special ribbon. The light blue one.”
“Черт голубой лентой разрушил мою жизнь. Я бы сжег его, то, если бы я знал. Теперь идем. Для. спать.”
“Aww, alright Pop-pop. I like your ribbons, though. And you got me, so it all was a happy ending, right?”
“Yes, lovely child. It was. Good night.”
“. . . Да. Теперь идем ада, чтобы спать. И мечта мужественные вещи. Не глупые цветы.”
“I dream of kitties then, right?”

Skills:
-Empathetic
-Ritualistic Magic: frost, winter domains
-Getting Myanya on his side

Bad Habits:
-Eating flowers, playing with flowers, growing flowers.

Weakness:
-Nowhere nearly as strong as daddy
-Not a fighter
-Still young, a child

Classes (?):
-DoP
-WaRT
-Art
- Pop-pop says Physical Education

Songs:
- Once in a Garden- Blackmore's Night- [link] (Ignore the video, please)