Age: 16 I think here. Or 4, if you want to be technical. I was born February 29th.
How long you've been here: Almost 10 months.
Brief description of your world: The Isle of Berk is pretty much a cold and miserable place with a bunch of giant, angry, smelly, loud people making a living. (There are a few exceptions to that description, of which I am one. For many reasons.) As I mentioned before, there are dragons, and my mentor Gobber is pretty convinced that there are trolls, too, so I wouldn't be surprised. Before dragons, we mainly got around by ship, and those tend to crash a lot more.
Brief description of your life: I covered a good bit of this by describing Berk, since the people are a lot like the land they live on. I live with my dad, the chief of our tribe, the Hairy Hooligans, and my dragon, Toothless. All fifteen of my years there I was mastering the art of disappointing others and causing accidental destruction. Oddly enough, sticking me in the workshop at the age of two (not the 'literal' two based on my birthday--the actual two of having spent two years living) was the best way to keep mishaps at a minimum, even if it gave me access to materials to work with and put me near sharp objects, burning coals, and an increasingly eccentric man. The people of Berk had been at war with dragons for seven generations until some dashing viking teen had the idea to get to know them instead of slay them. Friendships were made, a dragon bigger than a mountain was fought, and peace was had. In case you were wondering, said charmer that brought such victory and peace was me. Recently, though, the dragons have left, turning our usual merry holiday of Snoggletog (the equivalent of Christmas as far as I can tell, if you're more familiar with that name) into something considerably less so. (If you talk to a girl named Astrid about Berk's dragons, please don't tell her that part.)
Circumstances surrounding your abduction: Astrid had just met my dragon Toothless, and we had just discovered the dragon nest. The next day was supposed to be my final exam, where I would have needed to slay a dragon in front of the tribe's Elder if I didn't come up with another of my brilliant plans. Oh, and I got my first kiss. It was actually a pretty exciting day, now that I think about it.
Your history here: I'm pretty sure this is my first time here, since no one's told me otherwise and I don't have any memory of being here before. After my first week, I was mysteriously transported to a different city during a span of three missing days. I once also spent one full week asleep while my brain was back on Berk and when I woke up, I had new memories from home. More recently, I disappeared for a little over three weeks and woke up without realizing any time had passed.
Others from your world: I've seen two people from home, here. One was my best friend Toothless (and yes, he's the dragon). He was in Johto before me, and left about three months after I came here. While he was here, he was transformed into a human, but he still had sharper teeth and had a hard time talking. Normally he's the fastest kind of dragon known to vikings, a Night Fury, only some idiot kid knocked him down with a bola sling and he wound up minus one tailfin. Because of this, he couldn't fly on his own until recently. Toothless can be kind of goofy and a trouble-maker, but he's reliable and the greatest friend I could ask for. When he isn't stomping around being jealous or flying off with a prosthetic fin, that is. The other one is Astrid Hofferson, a girl from my tribe. She was pretty much the greatest hope for a warrior, out of us Hairy Hooligan teens, and now that our focus has shifted away from fighting a bit, she's turning out to be a splendid rider as well. She's smart, stubborn, and packs quite the punch, but I know I couldn't have accomplished anything without her support. She just arrived this July. I think she's from what would be considered my past.
Circumstances around arrivals from other people from your world: Whoops, guess I answered this one.
Circumstances around disappearances by other people from your world: Toothless had been the same as always. He just wasn't there when I woke up, one day.
Frequency of 'replacements': I don't think this has ever happened.
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Sex: Male.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16 I think here. Or 4, if you want to be technical. I was born February 29th.
How long you've been here: Almost 10 months.
Brief description of your world: The Isle of Berk is pretty much a cold and miserable place with a bunch of giant, angry, smelly, loud people making a living. (There are a few exceptions to that description, of which I am one. For many reasons.) As I mentioned before, there are dragons, and my mentor Gobber is pretty convinced that there are trolls, too, so I wouldn't be surprised. Before dragons, we mainly got around by ship, and those tend to crash a lot more.
Brief description of your life: I covered a good bit of this by describing Berk, since the people are a lot like the land they live on. I live with my dad, the chief of our tribe, the Hairy Hooligans, and my dragon, Toothless. All fifteen of my years there I was mastering the art of disappointing others and causing accidental destruction. Oddly enough, sticking me in the workshop at the age of two (not the 'literal' two based on my birthday--the actual two of having spent two years living) was the best way to keep mishaps at a minimum, even if it gave me access to materials to work with and put me near sharp objects, burning coals, and an increasingly eccentric man. The people of Berk had been at war with dragons for seven generations until some dashing viking teen had the idea to get to know them instead of slay them. Friendships were made, a dragon bigger than a mountain was fought, and peace was had. In case you were wondering, said charmer that brought such victory and peace was me.
Recently, though, the dragons have left, turning our usual merry holiday of Snoggletog (the equivalent of Christmas as far as I can tell, if you're more familiar with that name) into something considerably less so. (If you talk to a girl named Astrid about Berk's dragons, please don't tell her that part.)
Circumstances surrounding your abduction: Astrid had just met my dragon Toothless, and we had just discovered the dragon nest. The next day was supposed to be my final exam, where I would have needed to slay a dragon in front of the tribe's Elder if I didn't come up with another of my brilliant plans. Oh, and I got my first kiss.
It was actually a pretty exciting day, now that I think about it.
Your history here: I'm pretty sure this is my first time here, since no one's told me otherwise and I don't have any memory of being here before. After my first week, I was mysteriously transported to a different city during a span of three missing days. I once also spent one full week asleep while my brain was back on Berk and when I woke up, I had new memories from home. More recently, I disappeared for a little over three weeks and woke up without realizing any time had passed.
Others from your world: I've seen two people from home, here. One was my best friend Toothless (and yes, he's the dragon). He was in Johto before me, and left about three months after I came here. While he was here, he was transformed into a human, but he still had sharper teeth and had a hard time talking. Normally he's the fastest kind of dragon known to vikings, a Night Fury, only some idiot kid knocked him down with a bola sling and he wound up minus one tailfin. Because of this, he couldn't fly on his own until recently. Toothless can be kind of goofy and a trouble-maker, but he's reliable and the greatest friend I could ask for. When he isn't stomping around being jealous or flying off with a prosthetic fin, that is.
The other one is Astrid Hofferson, a girl from my tribe. She was pretty much the greatest hope for a warrior, out of us Hairy Hooligan teens, and now that our focus has shifted away from fighting a bit, she's turning out to be a splendid rider as well. She's smart, stubborn, and packs quite the punch, but I know I couldn't have accomplished anything without her support. She just arrived this July. I think she's from what would be considered my past.
Circumstances around arrivals from other people from your world: Whoops, guess I answered this one.
Circumstances around disappearances by other people from your world: Toothless had been the same as always. He just wasn't there when I woke up, one day.
Frequency of 'replacements': I don't think this has ever happened.