Character Background Story

A while ago I Played on a minecraft server called Warstorm. It was a RP server and to get in you needed to right a story for your character. Hereis what i did for my story.

You might call me a Viking, although I am not one. As the name you have given my people you may call me a Viking. But it’s even wrong to call anyone anywhere a Viking because there is no such thing as “a Viking.” Yes, the word Viking is a word, but not a noun or adjective. It’s a verb, to go a Viking means to go out sailing, but that doesn’t matter; this is supposed to be about me. I am from “Viking” times from a “Viking” village.

I am an apprentice storyteller, apprentice to whom, you may ask? Why, to everyone! Everybody who has a story has something to teach me. I take people’s stories and make them more enjoyable for people, i.e. adding other things, making it “bigger.” You might call me one of the first news reporters. I can’t make a living telling stories, so sometimes I work for people doing odd jobs. A lot of times I go out on my own for adventure, looking for three things, happenings for stories, cake, and GOLD.

I love gold. It’s kind of useless, but I don’t care. I’ll never have enough until I have a mansion build out of it! One time I was in a mine, and I came across a strange red-bearded dwarf. He was digging a hole and I made a deal with him. I would repair all of his tools and help him dig if I got all the gold from the hole. Being a dwarf he liked gold too. He didn’t want to make the deal, so out of my pouch I took a ball of cheese and squeezed it making juice come out, and I said, “See how I can make this water come out of this rock? This could be you if you don’t take my deal!” The dwarf said, “We dwarfs are strong too, but not as strong as you. May I just keep a little bit of the gold?”

“No.”

“But if I mine it then it should be mine!”

“Tell you what, I know dwarfs like to eat. I’ll have a eating contest with you. If I win I get all the gold from the mine, but if you win we’ll split it, 50-50.”

“That sounds good to me, but you should know that I’m known for having a almost endless appetite.”

We went back to his home, and there was a huge stone pot that must have weighed 500 pounds. “You go fill this with water down at the river while I start a fire,” said the dwarf.

Knowing I wouldn’t be able to lift that pot, with or without water I said, “How about you fetch the water and I make the fire. I know a special way to make the best soup.” “Okay,” said the dwarf, and he left to get the water. I looked around and found the dwarfs’ ore room and took some of the cooper out, gathered some large logs and some tinder and started the fire. When I heard the dwarf singing on his way up the mountain, I put the copper in the middle of the fire.

“I am a dwarf, and I diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole, diggy a hole… What’s this? This fire looks like any other fire?”

“Oh yeah, I though you would say that. I want you to see this,” I muttered some gibberish, and at that second the fire turned green from the copper. “Now it’s ready for soup,” I said.

“How did you do that?”

“A little secret I picked up in my travels.”

So the dwarf put the water pot over the fire and brought out two huge knives that weighed 100 pounds each, “Let’s cut the veggies, and meat,” said the dwarf.

“You think I would use a regular knife like that?”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“I’ll use my knife, and you can use yours.”

I took out my diamond knife that sparkles in the light and said, “My knife never get’s dull, and it adds flavor to the food.”

The dwarf didn’t believe me, so I gave him a piece of carrot. Little did he know my knife has a secret compartment in which I keep some salt, so the dwarf believed me and left me alone to chop the veggies and cut the meat. When the soup was finished we sat down to eat.

“Great! I could eat a horse right now, and believe me I have,” said the dwarf.

So I didn’t look bad I said, “I eat one for every meal, sometimes with a roast pig too.”

So we began to eat, unknown to the dwarf I hid my bag under my shirt and as the dwarf ate so did I, but sometimes he would leave to grab another “Jaffa Cake” and when he did that I took the huge bowl I was eating out of and dumped it in my bag.

A while later my bag was almost full when the dwarf laid down and said, “All right you win, you win.”

“So tomorrow we’ll start digging and I get all the gold,” I said.

“Yes, I cannot believe a little guy like you can eat so much! I’m going to take a nap now.” As he walked to his room I heard him singing again, “Sleepy, Sleepy Dwarf.” When I knew he was asleep I went down to the river and dumped my bag of soup. I went back up the mountain and made a bed for myself.

The next day we were digging and found the lost dwarf gold mine. I came out with so much gold that I needed two horses to pull my cart full of gold. I left the dwarf a little gold, which made him happy, and he began kissing me. I barely got out of there alive. On my way back I came across a rainbow so I walked it up to Åsgard, the highest realm of the world tree. There I met a blacksmith who made weapons for all the gods, and he made me a shovel out of diamonds that he said, “Will dig faster than anything else and will last forever.” I took the shovel and walked the rainbow bridge back. I walked back to my village and built my house of gold, and still had much left over. I met a nice girl, settled down, and was living happily ever after, but I found out that my wife only married for me for my money. She was taking bits of gold from my house as I slept. So I packed up my stuff, I took some gold and went out in search of a new land for a new home. I went south, I traveled for two days until I came across an old man. “Where ya headed, Sonny?” He said.

“To a place I do not know.”

“Would you like some help getting there?”

“How can you help me go where I’m going, if I don’t even know where it is?”

“You may not know where you want to be, but I know where you’re meant to be.”

“And where would that be?”

“Bring me some gold coins made by a dwarf, and I’ll help you get there.”

I went back to where I met the red-bearded dwarf, I walked around until I saw his hole the mountain. When I climbed in he said, “Hey it’s good to see you again! Do you wish for another eating contest?”

“No, I was wondering if you have any gold coins made by a dwarf I could have?”

“I have the coins, but I can’t just give them to you.”

“What do you want?”

“I’m tired of my holes taking so long to dig, if only I had something to dig faster with.”

“I have a diamond shovel that might help.”

“Ooooooh, for that I’ll give you some coins.”

So I traded the shovel for six gold coins the size of cheese wheels. I could not carry them all, so I asked the dwarf if he had something I could carry them in. He gave me a special pouch that was woven in one piece by giant spiders. The cloth was un-tear-able and seemed to have no bottom. “For a little extra because this shovel is so amazing,” said the dwarf. I put the coins in and emptied my old pouch in it. “Wait right here real quick,” said the dwarf, “This type of pouch is so sought after that people will come looking for you and it, so take this.” He held his hands out but the was nothing in them. “What is it,” I said.

“My mother made it for me when I was little, it’s made of very thin wires made from a special metal my father made my combining certain metals. Take it.”

“I couldn’t.”

“You’ll need it, and I have no use for it.”

“But it’s yours, I can’t take it.”

“You’re a good friend in need, trust me.”

So I took it, one side was invisible, but the other you could see. It felt as soft as silk, as warm as wool, and as thin as a blade of grass. “Thank you,” I said.

“You best be on your journey,” said the dwarf. So I left him and went back to the old man. “Here are the coins,” I said.

“Good, Good. Give them to me.”

I gave him the coins, and he laid them on the ground, he looked at the symbols on the coins and put his fingers on a sun on one, and a moon on another. The coins glowed, and became smaller and turned into gears. They were drawn together by some invisible force. They started to turn each other around and a green orb appeared in the middle. The old man said, “Take the orb and eat it.” So I took the orb. When I touched it felt cold as ice and at the same time as warm as the sand on a beach on a summer day.

“Eat it,” said the old man. I took a bite of the orb, and it was the most beautiful taste I have ever tasted. It tasted like happiness, sadness, anger, and sympathy. The world started disappearing before my eyes. “Have a good life,” said the old man. I was stuck in the sky a beautiful blue surrounded me. And then I started falling.

I landed in a strange unknown world, and that’s how I got here.