1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself.

Characters: Stig, Garm, Sigmund, Hemming, Ælfric

Who are you?
Sigmund: Sigmund.

Stig: You look different.

Ælfric: He’s from Nordalbingia. We're cousins.

Ælfric: Ælfric Haroldsson. From Jórvik.

Hemming: Hemming here, son of Erland, son of Thorvald who was the cousin of Balgard the-

Garm: Oh stop it with the ancestry. What kind of name is Balgard anyways?

Hemming: He owned a farm up in-

Garm: Ah, so you’re actually one of them damned Geatas?

Hemming: ... grmbl...yes. You got a problem with that?

Garm: No, but you just might *draws sword*.

Stig: Let it go, Garm. He’s the only decent archer we got.

How old are you?
Garm: Don’t remind me *groans* I really should have settled down when I could. That redhead Jón, you remember?

Stig: *grunts in the affirmative*

Garm: He even offered me some of his lands, said I could live with him on Hjaltland in one of the newer settlements.

Stig: And here I thought you didn’t have any regrets, old man.

Garm: Wait until you’re my age and we’ll talk again.

Do you like yaoi or yuri?
Hemming: Ja-uw-y? Jawi? I knew a Jadwin, once. He was an arrogant prick.

Stig: Like you?

Hemming: Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Everybody’s bashing Hemming? Haw-haw. Funny.

Are you a boy or a girl?
Garm: No-one’s a boy here any longer.

Ælfric: I am.

Sigmund: I haven’t been a boy since-

Stig: First kill?

Sigmund: Yes.

Stig: Won’t be your last.

Sigmund: That’s what I’m afraid of.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Ælfric: Three sisters, two brothers. Four brothers if you count the twins, first winter killed them, tho.

Garm: *strokes his beard* My brother Einar. Drowned in a bloody river, the fool.

Sigmund: Hadn’t learn how to swim?

Garm: No, hadn’t learn to hold his tongue when drunk. They hauled him overboard while he was still wearing his chainmail.

Who's your mate/spouse?
Stig: Bodil. *chagrined*

Garm: I could have married Ylva.....

Stig: But you weren’t home.

Garm: I wasn't home, no.

Herming: Fuðflogi.

Garm: Say that again and by Thor, I swear I’ll cut out your black Geatan heart with a rusty knife and feed it to the dogs.

Do you have any kids?
Garm: Most likely.

Stig: Two boys. At least in that regard, Bodil hasn’t disappointed me.

Hemming: I sincerely hope I don’t.

Stig: Disappoint me?

Hemming: What---are you trying to say? Hm?

Stig: I think you know.

What's your favourite food?
Garm: I am rather fond of blueberries.

Sigmund: Mutton. With bread. Horse, too.

Hemming: Huh, I thought the robes prohibited that?

Sigmund: They did. *grins*

Hemming: *grins back*

Have you ever killed anyone?
Ælfric: Am I really the only one here who can answer that with a definitive ‘no’?

What kind of music do you like?
Garm: Been a while since I had the pleasure of listening to some good performance.

Ælfric: Thorbjorn Hornklofi is supposed to be rather good.

Garm: If he wasn’t, King Harald wouldn’t keep him around, would he?

Hemming: Good point.

What do you do to relax?
Sigmund: Catch up on sleep.

Ælfric: Compose and one day,... one day I’ll serve at King Ælfred’s court.

Sigmund: Do you even know how to write?

Ælfric: I’ll learn it, eventually.

Do you constantly get hurt?
Hemming: Huhr huhr huhr, whadya know.

Stig: If you’re not careful, you deserved it.

Sigmund: It’s gotten better since Gjurd's.

Do you like your creator (in-universe)?
Ælfric: Of course, God has given us-

Stig: Christian, hmm. Can’t stand them. *spits at the floor*

Ælfric: I-

Hemming: Figures.

Sigmund: Leave him alone. It doesn’t matter.

Do you like your creator (meaning me)?
This is a dumb question and will not be answered by any of them. (Except by Ælfric who’d probably say ‘yes’ anyway.)

Whats your favourite season?
Sigmund: ...hrn. Winter.

Stig: Summer.

Hemming: Perfect time for raids, yeah.

Garm: Good winds and a forgiving nature are what can make a difference during winter.

Stig: Wise words, wise words. *nods*

Ælfric: While summer lingers the mountains still wear
The winter’s livery ‘tis therefore we see
That summer melts not heaven's hoar-frost
From the head of age.

Sigmund: I think, you still need some pratice with that.

Ælfric: You’re probably right.

Have you ever had sex?
Ælfric: Am I really the only one here who can answer that with a ‘no’ AGAIN?

Have you been violated/molested/raped before?
Hemming: *squirms unhappily*

Stig: *rises brow* Don’t tell me-

Hemming: No, no of course not.

Who's your best friend?
Stig: Björn.

Hemming: ...Björn?

Stig: Do you mind?

Herming: Yeah, he knocked me out and looted me last time we were over in Northumbria.

Stig: Not my fault, is it?

Got a crush?
Stig: *sigh*

Ælfric: Hey, what’s up with him?

Garm: Probably thinks about that girl he left in Rouen.

Ælfric: What was her name?

Stig: Can’t remember.

Ælfric: You can’t remember? How can you not remember?

Stig: Boy, I didn’t ask. What’s it to you?

Hemming: Was it the redhead?

Stig: Yeah, the one with the eyes like embers that burned a man’s heart to ashes...

Hemming: Good thing you weren’t looking at her eyes, then.

Do you like hugs/kisses/cuddles/etc.?
Hemming: I wouldn’t mind a grope in the dark now and then.

Are you gay?
Stig: Be careful how you answer that one, Hemming.

Herming: Are you calling me argr?

Stig: You...

Garm: I wouldn’t go there if I were you, Stig.

Stig: Hrmph. I apologise. It was uncalled for.

Hemming: Apology accepted *thrusts arrow back into the quiver*

What is your job?
Stig: Trading goods, dealing.

Garm: Dealing out pain.

Stig: Only sometimes, if the... ah... costumers won’t deliver.

Garm: *chuckles*

Hemming: Especially when they don’t realise they have become costumers in the first place.

Stig: Oh yes. “Please, spare me. I have children.” So do I. And I gotta feed ‘em.

If you had a chance to kill your creator, would you do it (in-universe)?
Garm: I’ve seen a lot in my life, but there are few things that are worse than parricide.

Sigmund: There is no such thing as a greater force, no fate, no gods. The sky is empty with stars. How can you kill something that has never been alive in the first place?

Garm: That’s a pretty bleak outlook, son.

Sigmund: It’s better than the alternative.

If you had a chance to kill your creator, would you do it (meaning me)?
Hemming: Rape, then kill.

Stig: Compensating for something, Hemming?

Hemming: I might be in a moment if you won’t shut it.