Ragnar Bjornson

Ragnar Bjornson

Pronouns	He/Him/His
Tribe	Get of Fenris
Auspice	Ahroun
Breed	Homid
Rank	Fostern
Position(s)	Wyrmfoe

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Bio

Ragnar Bjornson History

“Beware the Old Man in a Profession Where Men Die Young”

I was born in the Berkshires of Massachusetts. My Mother and Father welcomed me and I was raised in great anticipation. I was homeschooled and raised differently than even those in my own family. While I had a younger sister her school was traditionally going to the local public school. There had been…signals…visions that led my parents to their choices. While I learned to read and write, and the basics of math and science, my main school was for lack of a better term combat.

I rose each morning to physical training. Then an array of study. Judo, Boxing, Wrestling, Karate, Tae Kwon Do, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Japanese Jiu Jitsu, Fencing, Jeet Kun Do, Kenpo, Syoc Kali. When I was not learning to fight I was traversing the woods. Sleeping outside for days, weeks at a time. Hunting and living off the lands. When I played I emulated the heroes of legend I was given to read about. Ragnar Lothbrook. Bjorn Ironsides, Erik the Red. I learned of Odin, Thor, Tyr and Loki, Fenrir and Jorgumander. I pretended to be the heroes and Gods of old as I lept about my woods and mountains. Fighting the horrors that beset mankind.

As I grew to adulthood there was a change. Once looked upon like the prodigal son there was first concern, then what I read as disappointment in my parents eyes. I wondered what I had done wrong. My room was filled with trophies from tournaments won and achievements on athletics fields. When I talked to the Marine recruiter at 17 they agreed to allow me to join as soon as I turned a18.

I was named Honorman at Bootcamp and again at School of Infantry. Even these achievements seemed pale under the gaze of my parents. I became a Marine Raider, the best of the best. I became an NCO then went to OCS and became a newly minted Officer. During this time the Towers fell and I went to fight in Afghanistan and Iraq.

It was during the second War in Iraqi where I underwent my First Change. They had tasked us with getting to an oil refinery before Sadam ordered it to be set aflame. My team and I entered and started to drop the guards with suppressed shots moving quickly and quietly. Then the bodies started to rise. They grew deformed and inhuman. They started walking down the M-4 rounds. I saw them grab Gutierez and literally rip him in half.

I charged one and it backhanded me. I flew into the side of the refinery, the wind leaving my body. The next thing I knew I was racked with pain. I changed and raged. When it ended my Team and the Fomori were dead. The field was a light billowing smoke. and I was content to die there alongside my men. That is when Walks in Shadow stepped across and took me into the Umbra.

I was officially listed as KIA. It isn’t all that inaccurate. A piece of me died with my team. It was shortly after that I started being able to see and hear them as well. Most of them told me it wasn’t my fault and then it was like they disappeared. One was confused, sad. Then I started being able to see others as well. Sometimes they share a drink and move on. Other times... let’s just say other times it is not that way.

Thus began my life among the Get and among the Tribes. I fought. I earned renown. I started to make a name for myself. When King Albrecht called for us to march and to war. My Pack was assigned to a mission. There was this being tainted and strong of both the Wyrm and the Weaver. We were to stop him from reinforcing the Dark Brigade.

We entered their lair and it was a horror show from the start. They had Banes, Gargoyles or at least that was what they appeared to be, Formori. When we finally confronted the being a Mage he called himself it was another realm entirely. There were sigils that appeared incomplete, incomprehensible. Half in this world half without. We charged. The world stopped.

At least it felt that way. Each second straining. I could see the flaps of butterfly wings. Each second lasting what felt like hours. Each minute took months. I remember each tensing of muscle. Each decision slowly unfolds. It lives with me today. The being wielding liquid silver against my Pack. When we finally killed him only three of us remained. When his breath left him I thought things would get better but they got worse.

A creature rose from him. A thing that was not of this…not just the world, but this dimension. The time slowed even further. Excruciating. Imagine your lungs and muscles screaming for oxygen and the breath taking long enough to feel the lactic acid crawling into your muscles. Decisions made by synapses in seconds feeling like they are the product of a research paper. What was worse was seeing a wrong decision and its outcome unfold in beyond slow motion.

When the battle ended only I remained and the world snapped back into frame. That was one month ago.

I have mourned, I have drank to their honor, I have been visited by a few. I realize how much time I have lost. Although it feels as if it was moments. I realize it is years and this is now a much different world.

I hope an old Marine like me still has a place.

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OOC Information

Player	Nathan Prusi
Pronouns	He/Him/His
MES #	US2002034071
Domain	MA-005-D
Storyteller	Andrew C