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First name: Kurst
Middle name(s): Arthgwr
Surname: mac Sláine
Titles: [Kurst] of Battles, Rus-born, Iceheart
Date of birth: December 31
Race: 1/2 giant, 1/2 Sidhe
Current residence: Memphis
Relationship status: Single
Traits of Voice
Accent (if any): Slavic
Language spoken: English
Other languages known: Russian, German, Swedish, Danish
Style of speaking: Stilted, rarely employs contractions
Volume of voice: Quiet
Weight: 346 lbs.
Eye colour: Blue. When angered, solid silver. If he were ever wakened to the fullness of his power, it would be ice blue, silver, then iron.
Skin colour: White
Shape of face: Square
Distinguishing features: When he is upset or angered the air around him chills and his breath will become visible as it is of lower temperature than the air around it. His eyes will change to silver under similar extremes.
Build of body: Heavily muscular
Hair colour: Black
Hair style: Caesar cut
Tattoos: Dragon tattoo on his upper left arm
Typical clothing: Size 25 steel toed workboots, blue jeans, white t-shirt or 'wife beater' style shirt. Has several coats, ill-suited to Memphis, that he also wears: a Soviet-era infantry greatcoat, and a black long coat lined with polar bear fur featuring a high collar. He has a fondness for large belt-buckles, and will often wear one. In regular rotation are a silver eagle, a copper bear, and a golden hart.
Likes: Veal, beef, chocolate milk, sweet beer, bitter beer, vodka, big guns, proud horses, cairn terriers, red caps, goblins, bears
Dislikes: Court intrigue, duplicity, cats, parrots, cinnamon,
Education: GED equivalent
Fears: World peace, nuclear war
Personal goals: Slay the alpha of the werewolves with his bare hands
General attitude: Stoic
Religious values: Generalized reverence for the god and goddess
General sociability: Middling
Illnesses (if any): N/A
Allergies (if any): N/A
Sleeping habits: Kurst sleeps at irregular intervals, frequently simply sleeping an hour or two at a time.
Energy level: Inexhaustible.
Eating habits: Great. Kurst eats like a beast at regular meals when given leave, and often snacks in between.
Any unhealthy habits: Indulges in fast food.
Birth country: Russia
Childhood: Kurst was raised amongst his mother's people, and he was mocked for being small.
Teen years: His teen years were filled with ritual challenges, until he discovered he possessed the Ríastrad and savaged a giant who insulted his mother to death with bare hands and teeth. None dared insult or challenge Kurst after that, such was his fury and savagery once the Warp Spasm was upon him. He also fought against dragons, as they still remained in Russian in those days. The Zmey fell to his sword. Once, he ate one's heart, and it allowed him to speak and understand the language of birds. He bathed in the blood of another, reinforcing his already great resistance to harm.
Adult years: Kurst earned the title 'of Battles' for fighting in the battles of mortals upon Russia soil. Sometimes he would fight posing as a Bogatyr, other times as a mercenary. Although his supernatural nature was obvious once battle was joined, Kurst did not stay long after battles and he became a figment of fairy tales. He also fought Vodyanoy - earning their ire - and rescued slaves taken by them. In the modern era, he fought for Russia in the World Wars, posing as a peasant conscript.
Past places of residence: Russia, Denmark, Sweden
History of family: Kurst's father was Sláine the Hound, a grand hunter and warrior. He earned an exile of one hundred and one years and a day for crimes committed against his own mound, and a geas was placed upon him that he could stay in one place for no longer than a single cycle of the moon before moving on. His journey's took him far and wide, and in Russia Sláine laid with a giant woman and begat a son. Sláine, of course, was able only to briefly and sporadically visit his son because of his geas as the boy grew, but he strove to do his fatherly duty to his flesh and blood. After Sláine's exile ended, he returned to his mound and was shortly thereafter murdered - poison was laced in his wine cup, and he was ten days and ten nights dying.
His mother is a Russian giantess known as Maržanna. She is a loving mother. Although she disapproves of his choice to go and be amongst his father's people, she knows that all sons must find their own place in the world. As a gift to him, she took part of his spirit, placed it in an acorn, and hid it in the chimney of her home, which walks upon three legs.
Briefly explain life story: Kurst fights because he likes it, and because when he is in the thunder of battle he feels whole. He has never known the love of a woman or known the fraternity of a true boon companion. He killed his father's murderer, and defended a noble of the Memphis Mound, earning the right to be part of it by virtue of spilled blood as well as his claim due to his father's position.
Parents: Sláine the Hound and Maržanna
Any enemies (and why): Gwydion mac Llyrion. Kurst killed Gwydion's father as a reprisal for Llyrion poisoning Sláine.
Best friend(s): N/A
Important friends/relatives (explain): Abwyn Manaan mac Rab. Kurst acted as Abwyn's champion in a duel, defeating an opponent whose skill at arms far outstripped Abwyn's own. Kurst's motive was not altruistic - he was in a dark mood that day and spoiling for a fight, nothing more. The two, however, get along passingly well but they lack mutual interests. Abwyn is a gentle, peaceful soul - an incarnation of the solace and rest one can find in the darkness.
Love interest (if there is one): N/A
Peaceful or violent: Restrained violence. Kurst knows no greater love than the love of battle, but he knows to hold himself in check.
Weapon (if applicable): Kurst's greatest weapon is Sanglant. It is a broad, straight bladed sword with a bronze guard, handle, and pentagonal pommel. It was forged for Sláine, to aid him in hounding down his enemies: in Sláine's hand, any wound inflicted by Sanglant would not stop bleeding unless Sláine willed it or someone with a Hand of Blood interceded. For Kurst, however, the magic does not work, and wounds simply bleed excessively and are difficult, but not impossible, to staunch. Whether it is because the sword was made specifically for Sláine or because Kurst is a half-breed is unknown. He also owns a pair of Smith & Wesson Model 500 revolvers, and an AK-47.
Style of fighting: If he is in control of himself, Kurst fights with skill commensurate with his centuries of battle-experience. He is brutal and deadly, but emotionally in check for the most part. When the Warp Spasm is upon him, he fights savagely with no concern beyond killing his foe, employing mouth, hands, feet, and anything that might slay his opponent.
Because he ate the heart of a dragon, Kurst knows the language of birds. He may understand and speak to any bird. As he bathed in the blood of dragon, it has made him more resistant to harm, increasing an already truly superhuman durability manyfold.
Conventional Sidhe capabilities; strength, and stamina greatly bolstered by his giant heritage, making them greater than those of a pureblooded Sidhe; durability over that of a pureblooded Sidhe due his giant's blood and as a result of bathing in dragon's blood; immunity to cold; the Ríastrad. Iron is less perilous to him because it is not a weakness of giants.
Kurst's magic powers revolve around cold, snow, and elements of winter, but he is, as all Sidhe, diminished in this modern time in comparison to what he could do in the past (though he never knew the height of power that those who were worshiped as gods and goddess in time immemorial knew). He could bring a large room to below freezing temperatures, but it would be taxing and that is the grandest feat he can perform in his current state.
His Hand of Power is the Iron Hand. He can turn his hands into iron, and manipulate iron (as well as steel, albeit to a lesser degree) - twisting its shape, making it rust, blunting an edge, and things of that nature.
He has sufficient glamour to pose as a mortal, but little else.
Current home: Memphis Mound
Favourite types of food: Veal; beef; venison; bison
Favourite types of drink: Vodka; chocolate milk; sweet beer; bitter beer
Hobbies/past times: Of old, he would hunt great beasts, but due to the rarity of such things in modern days he turns his hand to amateur gunsmithing. He can, and does, handload most of his ammunition.
Guilty pleasures: French fries.
Pet peeves: People who do not pay attention to his choice of words; unwashed dishes left in the sink;
Talents: Excellent skill with almost all weapons of the old world; skilled marksman proficient with most common firearms; makes excellent veal orloff and beef stroganoff. He can drive, and well. He is also capable of operating as part of a tank crew for WW2-era Soviet tanks.
Favourite colours: Red, blue, white, black
Favourite type of music: Neue Deutsche Härte, but some glam rock has a special place in his heart.