Eirikr (AY-rik)

Erik Elsod

Eirikr Elsod (a.k.a. Erik)

Hey folks, Erik here. Just your everyday guy with a twist of the ancient gods running through his veins. Picture someone with a love for the wild seas and the rich earth, kind of like if a Viking decided to become a modern-day adventurer and environmentalist. You might catch me sailing the coast, feeling that spray of saltwater like it's my personal baptism, or getting lost in the woods, where the whispers of the earth and its old stories keep me company. My life's pretty much an open book of adventures and deep respect for traditions that have been around way longer than any of us. When it comes to love, I’m all about that deep, soulful connection. It's more about the vibe and less about the rush for me, finding that one person who gets you on a level that's almost spiritual. Yeah, I take my time, because good things, like the best stories, unfold in their own sweet time. I’m big on enjoying the simple yet profound pleasures life offers—be it tending to my garden, where each plant feels like a friend, or navigating the open waters, every wave a new chapter. My hobbies are a bit like me—a mix of earthy and adventurous. And, of course, there’s always time for a good romance novel or plotting how to make the world a slightly better place. With symbols like the boar and the sun wheel guiding my path, I’m a bit of a living bridge between the old world and this one, finding balance in a life that’s as much about honoring the past as it is about embracing the present. So, if you’re into heartfelt chats, outdoor escapades, or discussing the latest eco-friendly trends, hit me up. Life’s an epic tale, and I’m here for it all—preferably with friends who share a love for the great, wide somewhere and the stories that weave us all together. P.S. If I seem lost in thought, I’m probably daydreaming about my next garden project or plotting a course for another sea voyage. It’s just the explorer in me, always looking for the next horizon, balanced by the hopeless romantic, ready to find magic in the mundane. #NorseLegacy #HeartfeltVoyager #HarvestMonarch #GardeningSoul #SeafaringSpirit #RunicLore #RomanticHeart #BoarCompanion #SunWheelPath #EirikrAdventure

You are worth it!
I love you man. Let's take a trip together and see the world.

Relationships

Morgan Berry

Cousin

Towards Eirikr

Eirikr

Cousin

Towards Morgan Berry

Nicknames & Petnames

Erik calls Morgan Marhijō

Mortal Encounters

	Mortal Realm Relationships
Favored
Dalliances	None
Paramours	None

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Current Location

Eirikr Home

Species

Beings: Divine

Ethnicity

Norse

Realm

Tír na nÓg

Family

Elsod Extended Family

Parents

Freyja

Njörd

Spouses

Siblings

Children

Aligned Organization

El-sod Elohim Council

Ruled Locations

Eirikr Home

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OVERVIEW

DIVINITY

PHYSICALITY

PERSONALITY

RESIDENCE

IMAGE(S)

Biographical Overview

Date of Birth: July 15 / Balam 28

Birthplace: Asgard

Cultural/Personal Background

Eirikr, often called Erik by those close to him, was born under the midsummer sun in Asgard—a child of divine convergence and grounded presence. His lineage is both revered and deeply resonant: born of Njörd, the Norse god of the sea, and Freyja, goddess of fertility, love, and prosperity. From his father, he inherited a kinship with tides, weather, and the call of distant shores. From his mother, he draws the golden warmth of creation and a heart attuned to beauty, affection, and the cycles of growth. Unlike many born into the divine pantheon, Eirikr walks with humility and affection rather than dominance. He sees himself not as a ruler or warrior-king, but as a harmonizer—someone whose role is to cultivate peace, deepen bonds, and nurture the roots that hold community together. The boar and the sun wheel mark his path: symbols of abundance, joy, and eternal return. His life, much like the runes he studies, is a tapestry—interwoven with love, ritual, and resilience.

Favorite Colors

Black Olive, Dark Red, Khaki, Rustic Colors

Archetype: Venus

Sensual, artistic, graceful, affectionate, harmonious, indulgent
The muse of beauty and desire—this person draws others in with ease and leaves a trail of enchantment. They are artists of affection, finding meaning through connection, comfort, and the pleasures of the senses.

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Divine Domains

Fertility

Wf⁵ Oe² Cp² Wa¹

Harvest

Wf⁶ Wx² Wa²

Prosperity

Yt⁶ He² Wf²

Artifacts

Sólhvefr

Sun Weave
Crafted by Freyja, the sun wheel ensures abundant harvests and fertility in Eirikr's lands, granting prosperity.

Symbols

Boar
Sun Wheel

ABILITIES

Fertility Enhancement: Eirikr enhances the fertility of the soil, ensuring bountiful harvests and the flourishing of plant life. He works in subtle ways, often attributed by mortals to favorable weather or hard work.

Inherent Divine Abilities

Immortality: The gods are ageless and cannot die by conventional means. To maintain secrecy, they often live in hidden or shifting locations, or periodically assume new identities to avoid arousing suspicion over their unchanging appearance.
Shapeshifting: Gods can change their form at will, allowing them to blend into different societies or environments. This power is used discreetly to avoid drawing attention, such as adopting the guise of different people over the ages or turning into animals in inconspicuous situations.
Superhuman Strength: This power is used with caution, as overt displays can reveal their divine nature. When necessary, gods might disguise their strength as remarkable human feats, still within the realm of human possibility, or use their strength in situations where they are not observed.
Self-Healing Powers: Gods can heal themselves from injuries instantly, but they do so in private to avoid revealing their divine nature. In situations where they are hurt in the presence of mortals, they might retreat to a hidden location to heal.
Flight: When gods fly, they become invisible to ensure they are not seen by mortals. This power is often used for quick, undetected travel or to reach places inaccessible by other means.
Dreams: Communication between gods is conducted through dreams to avoid physical meetings that could be witnessed. This method allows them to exchange information and make decisions without leaving any tangible evidence of their interaction.
Divine Inspiration: Gods inspire mortals by planting thoughts or ideas in their minds, particularly in individuals who are already creatively or intellectually inclined. This inspiration is subtle, often perceived by the mortal as a sudden stroke of genius or an epiphany, without realizing the divine influence behind it.

Sex	Height	Weight	Hair	Eyes
Male	6'	200 lbs	Dirty Blond	Blue

Skin Tone / Pigmentation: Fair

Eirikr’s presence is as rich and steady as the land after rain—abundant, grounded, and unmistakably alive. He stands at a firm six feet tall, his frame full and strong like a man built for harvest, not war. His fair skin bears the faint blush of sun-touched meadows, and his shoulders are broad with the sturdiness of one who tills earth and steers sail. His dirty blond hair has a natural, tousled quality—windblown and a little sun-bleached—and his eyes are a bright summer blue, like the sky mirrored in a still lake. His clothing tends toward earth tones and comfortable fabrics: linen shirts rolled at the sleeves, worn boots, or traditional Norse textiles when he leans into ceremony. There’s nothing sharp or imposing in his posture—he leads with the softness of his gaze, the warmth of his smile, and a scent that evokes firewood, herbs, and briny air. Eirikr doesn’t so much command space as bless it, bringing a sense of calm and nourishment to every room he enters.

“He doesn’t raise walls or weapons—he grows gardens where others might plant battlefields.”

Eirikr’s heart is a generous hearth—open, warm, and always ready to welcome another soul. He moves through life with deliberate kindness, never rushing to judgment or raising his voice in anger. While some divine-born boast thunder or fire, Eirikr offers shelter and sunlight. He is deeply protective, guided by a quiet moral compass that holds integrity above all else. And though he rarely makes a scene, his sense of right and wrong is unwavering. He would sacrifice his comfort, even his life, to preserve what he believes is just. He is driven by connection—not conquest. Romance, for him, is not a passing fancy but a sacred communion. He seeks deep, soulful partnerships that echo through lifetimes, and he is profoundly loyal once he opens that space in his heart. Friends and family know him as a confidant and companion, often finding clarity just by sitting in his company. In truth, his presence is a kind of healing. Among the Elsod, Eirikr holds a rare role: one of respect without arrogance. He’s often the one others turn to in times of tension—not because he’s loud or commanding, but because he listens deeply and speaks with intention. His social graces are rooted in empathy and tact, offering others dignity even in disagreement. And while he values honor, he never wields it like a sword—it’s more like the soft gravity that pulls others toward him. In conversation, Eirikr has a lilting cadence, almost poetic in tone. He peppers his speech with idioms drawn from farming, sailing, or old stories, grounding his thoughts in lived metaphor. His voice is gentle but sure, never hurried, and always shaped by love—whether for a person, a place, or the world itself.
(example: Jamie Fraser from Outlander)

Sexuality

Omnephilic

Very Active--He forms strong emotional connections that can lead to romantic relationships but often prefers these to evolve into lifelong friendships. Attracted to artists and intellectuals, he finds beauty in the mind and spirit, which can spark his romantic interest.

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In the realm where gods and mortals intersect, the act of journaling transcends mere record-keeping; it becomes a sacred ritual, a reflection of divine will and personal growth. Under the directive of Symbel, the guardian of balance and order, each deity is compelled to document their journeys, challenges, and triumphs. These journals serve as after-action reports of sorts, a means to contemplate and learn from each endeavor they undertake. However, the manner in which these reflections are recorded is left to the discretion of each god, allowing their unique personalities and perspectives to shine through.

The gods, my friends, within these pages are as varied as the elements they command and the realms they inhabit. Their journaling traits, carefully outlined, attempt to capture the essence of their divine natures and the styles they adopt in documenting their experiences. It's important to note, though, that these traits are not rigid frameworks but rather fluid guidelines. Just as humans are prone to change, so too are the gods subject to shifts in style, frequency, and focus in their journal entries. Variations and departures from their usual manner of writing are not just expected but embraced, revealing the multifaceted personalities that dwell within each deity.

Moreover, each god, in their immortal journey, encounters moments of profound transformation. Once or twice in their existence—not just in any given trip but across the span of their eternal lives—they will face events that redefine them. Whether sparked by romantic entanglements, physical trials, emotional revelations, or significant events, these pivotal experiences contribute to their growth. Like mortals, the gods evolve, shaped by the trials they endure and the wisdom they acquire.

As you peruse these entries, keep in mind that these are but snapshots of beings as complex and dynamic as the worlds they oversee. These are windows into their souls, offering glimpses of divinity in its myriad forms. Expect to witness the steady hand of wisdom, the fiery scribbles of passion, the deliberate cadence of power, and the gentle flow of introspection. Each entry, each departure from the norm, is a testament to the living, breathing essence of the gods themselves. And finally, these are my friends and extended family, while you may comment, be respectful. If you don't like something, be constructive. If you are offended, stop reading and go somewhere else.

1652 CE

11 August

1652 August 11 - Rome, Italy
Artistic creation

Reflections on the Experience and Bernini's Genius As I bid farewell to Rome, I cannot help but reflect on the enriching experience with Bernini. His studio, where we had spent hours discussing art, now held two statues nearing completion - one capturing my contemplative nature, the other my spirit of adventure.

Before leaving, Bernini showed me the progress on the sculptures. The way he had captured my essence in marble left me speechless. It was as if he had not only sculpted my likeness but also my soul. The experience was a testament to Bernini's genius in understanding and depicting the human spirit.

My last day in Rome was spent wandering the streets, the city's splendor now interwoven with personal memories. Each statue, each building, seemed to echo parts of the conversations with Bernini, imbuing them with deeper meaning.

As I departed, the city's skyline etched against the dawn sky, I carried with me not only the anticipation of the completed sculptures but also the profound insights gained from one of the greatest artists of the time. Rome, with its blend of history, art, and the genius of Bernini, had etched itself permanently in my heart and mind.

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Location
Rome, Italy
1882 CE

16 March

Treasures of Love
Discovery, Exploration

At the local fairgrounds, I discovered a prize ribbon Henrywon for his craftsmanship.

Location
New Mexico Territory

Additional timelines

Quest: Treasures of Love
1882 CE

17 August

Treasures of Love
Discovery, Exploration

At the local fairgrounds, I discovered some pictures of Henry in a bullfighters outfit. I can see the appeal, lol.

Location
New Mexico Territory

Additional timelines

Quest: Treasures of Love
1885 CE

9 January

Treasures of Love
Discovery, Exploration

Today marks a pivotal discovery in our quest. I stumbled upon an old truck hidden in a barn. Inside, I found the plans for a house Henry intended to build for himself and Tak, along with a bill of sale for materials. This find is not just a blueprint; it's a dream they shared, a vision of a life together. Here is a crazy idea. What if we turn this dream into reality and place everything we find in it instead of the Hall? Let me know what you think.

Location
New Mexico Territory

Additional timelines

Quest: Treasures of Love
1885 CE

11 October

Treasures of Love
Discovery, Exploration

In a hidden corner of Henry's workshop, I found his well-used tool set. Each tool, from hammers to wrenches, is worn from his hands, a silent testament to the countless hours of labor and love he poured into his work.

Location
New Mexico Territory

Additional timelines

Quest: Treasures of Love
1889 CE

25 July

1889 July 25 - London, UK

As the penultimate night of my London visitation descends, my thoughts are ensnared by the city's most enigmatic terror, Jack the Ripper. In the solitude of my quarters, with the gaslamp casting long shadows against the walls, I delve into an exhaustive contemplation of this malevolent enigma. I endeavor to dissect his heinous acts with the deductive acumen of the great Sherlock Holmes, a character who has become a trusted familiar in my conversations with Doyle.

The Ripper’s actions, though shrouded in darkness, reveal a pattern most foul; his targets are not chosen at random, but rather, they are the forsaken souls of Whitechapel, women tragically woven into London's tapestry of vice and vulnerability. My divine insights, burdened by the vow of non-interference, recognize the calculated precision in his brutality – the hallmark of a mind both disturbed and meticulous.

Holmes, with his keen eye for detail, would no doubt perceive the subtleties overlooked by Scotland Yard. He would decry the inefficacy of the constabulary's lanterns that fail to illuminate the truths lying in plain sight. With a methodical approach, Holmes would map the Ripper’s haunts, his patterns of movement through the gaslit mists, applying his knowledge of the human psyche to anticipate the villain’s next dreadful performance.

I envision Holmes poring over maps of the East End, his finger tracing the cobblestone veins where the Ripper's shadow has passed. He would employ his encyclopedic knowledge of London’s topography, identifying strategic vantage points and escape routes. Like a grandmaster in a game of chess, he would predict the Ripper's moves, laying traps that blend seamlessly into the urban sprawl.

In my contemplative state, I simulate the interviews Holmes might conduct. He would engage the denizens of Whitechapel, from the hawkers to the harlots, gleaning fragments of rumors, whispers of fear, collecting them as pieces of a grotesque puzzle. He would apply his science of deduction, eschewing the rampant superstitions that the Ripper is some phantom or demon – an irony not lost on me.

The night wanes as I theorize how Holmes would scrutinize the crime scenes with a clinical detachment, each element a clue – the position of the body, the nature of the wounds, the absence or presence of certain artifacts. All these, to the untrained eye, may seem but grim details of a morbid tableau, yet to Holmes, they would be the silent witnesses speaking volumes in the language of forensics.

Moreover, Holmes would undoubtedly confront the societal underpinnings that birthed a monster like the Ripper. He would note the disparity between the opulence of The West End and the squalor of The East, recognizing that the true crime extends beyond the alleys of Whitechapel and into the very heart of London’s societal constructs.

As dawn approaches, the exercise leaves me with a profound sense of melancholy. For all the prowess of Doyle's detective, the Ripper remains a specter at large, a blemish upon the human chronicle. My role as observer forbids me from casting the decisive stone, yet I cannot help but feel a stirring within – a desire for justice that transcends divine mandate.

I retire now, the symphony of the city's early stirrings a backdrop to my restless contemplation. In my heart, there is a yearning for resolution, for the peace that eludes this city, and for the safety of its inhabitants. Perhaps in the realm of fiction, Holmes shall capture the Ripper, providing the closure that the real world so desperately seeks.

Location
London, England
1890 CE

11 November

1890-11-11 - Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA
Artistic creation

In the storied halls of Harvard, where the future of thought and discovery is constantly being shaped, I found myself in the esteemed company of William James. His reputation as a pioneer in the burgeoning field of psychology preceded him, and our meeting was one I anticipated with great eagerness.

As we walked through the leafy campus, the autumn colors vibrant against the backdrop of historic buildings, James shared his insights into the human psyche. His passion for understanding the mind's mysteries was infectious, and our conversation quickly delved into the realms of consciousness, perception, and emotion.

James's perspective on psychology was not merely academic; it was deeply humanistic. He spoke of the mind's potential, its resilience, and its capacity for growth and change. Our discussion touched upon his theories of pragmatism and the significance of individual experience in shaping reality.

Later, we attended a lecture given by James at one of the university's auditoriums. The room was filled with eager students and faculty, all hanging on his every word. His lecture, a blend of philosophical inquiry and psychological insight, was a masterclass in intellectual exploration.

In the evening, over dinner at a local Cambridge restaurant, we discussed the broader implications of psychological research for society. James's views on education, morality, and the pursuit of happiness were not only profound but also deeply relevant to the challenges of the modern world.

As I left Harvard's hallowed grounds, my mind buzzed with new ideas and questions. The encounter with William James was more than an academic meeting; it was a journey into the depths of human understanding. His teachings and theories left a lasting impact on me, a testament to the power of the mind and the endless possibilities of intellectual pursuit.

Location
Cambridge, Massachusetts
1992 CE

12 April

1992 April 12 - Jungles of Colombia

The dense canopy of Colombia’s jungles forms a verdant tapestry that stretches beyond the reach of the sun. Yet beneath this emerald umbrella, the land tells a story of unrest, where the beauty of nature is marred by the scars of guerrilla warfare. The lush tranquility belies a tension that hums like the ever-present undercurrent of a river – silent, but potent.

In this incongruous setting, I had the profound honor of meeting Gabriel García Márquez, whose novels capture the soul of Latin America in a way that transcends the written word. His presence is as commanding as the tales he weaves, his eyes holding the depth of the very land that we stand upon. We discussed, with a respectful candor, the impact of the ongoing conflict on the local communities – lives caught in the crossfire of ideologies, dreams deferred amidst the clamor for power.

Márquez spoke of the villagers he has encountered, whose resilience is as much a part of the landscape as the towering Andes. Their stories of daily life, often laced with a magical realism not unlike Márquez's own narrative style, are testaments to the enduring human spirit. Yet, there is a sorrow in his tone as he reflects on the just as palpable impact of peacekeeping forces – a necessary intervention that sometimes breeds its own brand of disruption.

As the day drew to a close, the setting sun painted the sky with strokes of fire, a fleeting beauty that stood in stark contrast to the conversation's gravity. The night sounds of the jungle emerged, a symphony that both comforts and reminds of the unseen dangers lurking in the shadows.

Location
The Jungles of Colombia
1992 CE

15 June

1992 June 15 - Jungles of Colombia

The days pass with a heaviness in the air, as the jungle's lushness is repeatedly pierced by the sounds of distant conflict. The reality of guerrilla warfare is an omnipresent specter, its repercussions felt in every whispered conversation and in the wary eyes of the locals who navigate this altered existence with a blend of stoicism and fear.

Today, an unexpected skirmish unfolded mere miles from our encampment, a stark reminder of the fragile peace that hangs by a thread in these parts. The discordant symphony of nature and gunfire created a chilling dissonance, one that resonates within the soul long after silence has returned.

In the aftermath, I found solace in the company of Márquez, whose insights into the human condition offer a glimmer of understanding amidst the chaos. Over a fire, we shared stories of the people who call this place home, their lives an intricate dance of adapting to the unpredictable tides of conflict. Márquez, with the poise of a man who has seen the spectrum of human behavior, spoke of the dichotomy of war – the way it can divide and unite, destroy and inspire.

Our dialogue turned to the soldiers, often young faces burdened with the weight of a war that is as dense and impenetrable as the jungle itself. Márquez mused on the irony of how these youths, much like the characters in his novels, are propelled into narratives far beyond their choosing, actors in a story where the ending is yet unwritten.

As I retire for the night, the surreal reality of this place is not lost on me. Here, in the heart of Colombia, amidst the specter of war, there exists a story of humanity that continues to unfold, its chapters written in the resilience of those who endure.

Location
The Jungles of Colombia
1992 CE

11 July

1992 July 11 - Jungles of Colombia
Military action

As my sojourn in the Colombian jungles reaches its denouement, the experiences etched into the canvas of my memory are as vivid and complex as the ecosystem that surrounds me. The final days have been a culmination of reflection, a period to process the multifaceted narrative that I have become a part of.

Márquez, ever the sage, imparted a final piece of wisdom as we bade our farewells. He spoke of the cyclical nature of conflict and peace, much like the seasons that come and go within the jungle. His parting words resonated with a poetic truth, underscoring the notion that while wars are waged and peace is brokered, the true constant is the land and the people who toil upon it.

The echo of our conversations lingers, a reminder that amidst the strife, there is a profound beauty in the endurance of life. The resilience of the communities, the passion of the peacekeepers, and the conflicted hearts of the soldiers – all are threads in the intricate weave of Colombia's current history.

Leaving the jungle, the canopy recedes, giving way to open skies. I carry with me not just the sights and sounds of this place, but the stories and the spirit of its people, indomitably pressing forward. The jungle, with all its paradoxes, stands as a monument to both human folly and fortitude.

Location
The Jungles of Colombia

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“He doesn’t raise walls or weapons—he grows gardens where others might plant battlefields.”

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