To the Max!

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Victor the Fierce
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Viking Warrior
Joined: 10/02/2018

 I didn't think it was possible but I've done it! I have max-leveled a Speed Stinger! And as a celebration I've taken my Titan Speed Stinger, Torque, to the cliffs of the Training grounds for some rock climbing and base jumping.

 

Surprisingly you can use the flight suit with Speed Stingers and they'll follow you in the air.

 

A little info about Torque:

He is the alpha of a pack of 12 Speed Stingers (yes, I have that many just because I wanted to train that much). Velocity is his mate. She is slightly larger than the pack members but slightly smaller than the alpha. Torque and Velocity coordinate hunts against larger animals such as elk or deer when they're not resting in their cave in the Wilderness.

 

A little backstory:

When he was young Torque was caught and buried in a avalanche. A Viking who was exploring nearby rescued the helpless creature. He brought the adolescent to its cave. The flightless dragons were grateful to the human. Even after leaving the cave in peace the Viking was followed by the young dragon which never left his side. After a while Torque was permitted by his pack to be taken in and trained by Victor. Through training and freedom to roam wild Torque grew into a powerful titan who set out to form a pack of his own.

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Main Viking: Victor

 

Viking Age: As old as our chief Hiccup (Which I believe is twenty-five or thirty judging by HtTyD 3. Even though the game doesn't age up avatars I like to think my Vikings grew up with Hiccup.)

 

Title: the Fierce

 

Rank: 50

 

Training Title: Senior Dragon Trainer

 

Clan: None. I prefer to be a lone rider. No obligations, no limits, no drama.

 

Tin Trophies: 93, Lumber ate the others. They're like potato chips to him.

 

Dragon Army Size: 77, one dragon per species although there are some doubles. Shockjaw, Snow Wraith and Groncicle

 

Dragon Species Adopted: All of them; except Night Fury.

 

Battle Dragon: Any. I train them with a keen eye and steady aim.

 

Currently Training: Mantis (Devilish Dervish)

 

Back-story:

 

Fierce is a nice title. It strikes a hint of dread and warning to those who intend to do harm to the people of Berk. When I was young and lanky I was called by the less flattering title Victor the Frail.

 

I was born into the world at the worst time possible. On the coldest night of the season during a dragon raid. My father was killed protecting my mother and I. He fought bravely defending the village. A determined Monstrous Nightmare would have destroyed us all if it hadn't been for the valiant Vikings guarding those injured seeking refuge in the Great Hall.

 

Due to the cold I caught an illness. No one expected me to survive through the first winter. My mother did not give in to despair but persevered to nurture her newborn.

 

At the age of five I was beginning to understand the world around me. I also harbored an intense hatred for the creature's responsible for our constant losses especially that of my father. It became my ambition to be a heroic dragon fighter. But my body was too weak even for my age. I occasionally would catch illnesses which required my mother to frequently hike all the way to Gothi's hut to treat my ailments. This was a regular occurrence year after year. My mother did not allow me to go anywhere too far from our hut for fear I might perish from exposure of short change of temperature.

 

After suffering for five more years I got fed up with my frailty. I still couldn't lift a hammer or swing an axe. People were starting to call me "the Frail". Not anymore. I will not go down in my family's history as a weakling. So my training began. I made a exercise routine that strengthened both body and mind. Eat a healthy diet, no matter how tough and tasteless the food is. Running up to and from Gothi's hut got the blood pumping, mostly because I had to transport her medical supplies. Astrid was a good sparring partner, she taught me several combat techniques with Snotlout as the target dummy. Playing pranks with the Thorston twins sharpened my mind as well as studying the Book of Dragons and other books with Fishlegs. If I ever was going to fight those fire fuming beasts I needed to know about what armor and weapons to use. Gobber's smithy was a good place to learn. He and Hiccup taught me some valuable skills of the trade before my mother dragged me back to the hut.

 

By the time of my fifteenth birthday I noticed I've grown a considerable amount of toned muscle. My ailments seemed to disappear too. My mother was more relaxed and didn't fret when I left the hut. I was permitted to apply for Dragon Training. It was rigorous. Some of us almost got blasted by a clumsy Gronkle. I'd like to say I trained with Hiccup and the gang but no; I was with a different group of teens. Valery the Bright was a dragon nerd. She had spent more time studying the Book of Dragons than any of us would care to. Her face is innocent but her hammer is best to be avoided. Dirk the Daring was one of the most promising students in class. He was tall, strong and a bit bossy. Actually, a lot bossy. He saw me as a rival and challenged to fight when the opportunity presented itself. Kira Courageous. A strange girl from... she doesn't recall. Perhaps an island somewhere in the archipelago. She is a very strong and knowledgeable person who can be easily underestimated.

 

We almost graduated that year. Hiccup befriended a dragon, a Night Fury, the rarest of them all. And not only that. He discovered the Dragon's Nest and defeated what was causing our misery. I heard it was a gigantic mountain sized beast called the Red Death. Since then we had made peace with the dragons. However, my ambitions were crushed. At first, I never joined along with the village when they adopted dragons of their own. The death of my father and the lingering grudge was hard to let go.

 

One day I decided to join the school. The goal was to drown the bad memories and the hatred of dragons by understanding them for more than their destructive capabilities. The dragon I adopted was a Monstrous Nightmare. This one hatchling set my destiny. One that I would be most crucial to.

 

A little info about the real world me:

I'm a guy. As if you couldn't tell from the name of my main Viking.

My hobbies are drawing, writing and playing videogames. I'm not too physically active but I do regular exercise so I'm not a total couch potato.

I like to draw logos, my own characters and the outfits that they wear. Adobe Illustrator CS5 is what I mostly use and I rarely draw on paper ever since I got the program. I'm also able to draw what I see, like clothing/armor/hairstyles. But I end up altering the design into something different. I respect other peoples' artwork.

I have three science fiction novels I'm working on. One is complete. They are about alien species and advanced technology. The main characters grow up from teens to adults as the novels progress. I've written a game idea for the second novel and have written about many species of aliens. They all have unique traits and abilities. None of them are hideous by the way. I also work on bits of fan fiction once in a while just for amusement. It never gets completed because I get bored of it quickly.