Chance Asger came out of nowhere. He just showed up at NYU one day to take classes. None of the teachers even questioned it, he was on the attendance and that was that. No one could remember him from before that day, or indeed ever knew him. Nor is he keen to elaborate on his past. He dances around the questions like a stepping around a puddle.
The end of Chance's visitation…
Idun placed a hand on a wooden box next to the bed. "In here you will find two of my gifts for you. A bow, and an arm cuff. Use them to protect yourself and others. My third gift is on your back, you will see it later, I'm sure." He turned his head as saw part of a tattoo spreading along his shoulders. "It will let you contact and call to you your fourth gift. He is a noble beast and will serve you well. But I suggest the park for when you call him."
"There is a fifth gift, though you might not think of it as such. A new life has been made for you, documents, this apartment, a bank account, and an enrollment at the local university. Your name is Chance Asger, now. I wished to name you Asgeirr when you were born, but I couldn't. Now I can. I'm sorry that were are doing this to you, but you were to die anyway. Take this as your second chance. Follow your instincts, you can do this, Asgeirr." He felt her touch on his forehead and then she was gone.
He took a few days to settle in, let his mind adjust to this new life. He was back in his prime, in fact he was better than he ever was. One extra gift was left in the wooden box, an old band of gold, a ring, perhaps the one thing from his old life Idun would allow him to keep. Though he couldn't help but feel bitter. He was being used, he couldn't figure out how, but he knew it. His life, instead of ending, was taken from him. In fact, many of the memories of his old life were foggy, almost as if from a dream. He was being forced to dance on someone's string and he wasn't pleased with it. Though for now he's decided to dance as told, until he can figure out how the tune goes.
Chance is really a good guy deep down. He's what many would call an old soul. Despite his youth, he rarely shows bouts of exuberance or flights of fancy. He's grounded, careful, and thoughtful, with a taste for the simpler pleasures in life. He's more the type that will spend a long weekend off from school reading than he is to fly down to Florida to hit the beaches. The world, especially of late, has eaten away at him. He often comes off as bitter and a little cynical, and he really couldn't care less for this whole grand destiny determined by Fate thing. However, he plays along for now. The knowledge that he is being used also makes him brazenly stubborn, fast to dig in his heels when he feels like he's being led around by the nose. In the end, those that do manage to get close to him will find a life long friend with a loyal streak a mile wide.
Lauren - "Haven't made up my mind, yet."
Miruan - "Polite, but nervous. There's something about her…."
Vargr - "Sets my teeth on edge. He shows the folly of the young, thinking suffering equates wisdom."
Events Thus Far
|Strength 3||Charisma 2||Perception 3|
|Epic Strength 1||Epic Charisma 0||Epic Perception 0|
|Dexterity 3||Manipulation 2||Intelligence 5|
|Epic Dexterity 1||Epic Manipulation 0||Epic Intelligence 1|
|Stamina 4||Appearance 3||Wits 3|
|Epic Stamina 1||Epic Appearance 1||Epic Wits 1|