Character Name Ideas (Male)
So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like.
NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:
A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander
B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen
C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric
D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu
E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio
F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz
G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad
H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley
I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak
J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni,
K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer
L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç
M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro
N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak,
O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni
P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian
Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin
R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni
S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester
T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu
U: Ulric
V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent
W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn
X: Xander, Xavier
Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai
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a collection of highlights and viewing notes from 'Ipswitch It Up' because I don't have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts
not Nancy Emmy gleefully declaring that Ipswitch It Up would be a musical and knowing full well that the cast were not musical-officianados
the biggest hightlight was watching Shields go down in flames LMAO
jokes, the real highlight was 'Physically' and Sue Harrison's sweet rap skills!!!!!
I mean, those run-on rhymes?? we love to see it!!!!!!!
also, Sue just straight up naming all the lads as women was such a power move lol
(yo listen Sue carried Ipswitch It Up and that's the hill I'll die on lmao)
oh and Niall having the funniest rhyming night lolol
the iconic: "the time is now, you're here by a bridge / here in the town of Ip-puh-suh-witch" - Niall
plus: "look at each other, feel the feels / here we are just two young pe(o)-peels" - Niall
probs why Dave decided he'd roast the hell out of Niall in this one LOL (it's ok tho because Dave's other character becomes the sidekick of Niall's character Simon so he's not lonely!!! :') lowkey v wholesome tbh lol)
"I'm sorry Simon, it's not a banger, it's just another clanger- you've really dropped the ball" - Dave, while giggling
with all due respect Josh Elliot wtf is your voice because it is so fckn good?!
the man knows how to create a damn good overlapping melody!!!!!! wtf!!!!!! I was so impressed!!!!!!!
Dave absolutely leading the charge as the Dance Captain of Mischief lolol
Mike and Harry just trying their best to stay out of it LMAO
except for the one song Harry features in, where he just tells another character to shut up XD
oh and that brief dance break that Harry started in 'Physically' which ended up being a showcase for Shields' random party trick of being able to do the worm?????? who even is this willowy man????????
speaking of Shields, we do have to acknowledge the absolute clanger of a night that man had PFFF LOL
so much regret visible on his face lmaooooo (thank you and mad props to the camera team for showing it XD)
I mean, there isn't much more to say except reference the 'smoke a pipe' rhyme - if you know you know (and you probably know XD)
and of course: "Are they upset? Are they upset?! You know what I'm upset about?!? I'VE RUN OUT OF COCAINE!!!!" - Shields
but fr, despite the chaos of this one, it actually has one of the sadder endings of a Mischief Movie Night In, so we absolutely gotta applaud Sue and Josh for carrying the emotion in this one
(and also again, just give mad props to Sue for riding the wave of chaos that comes with trying to wrangle all those lads LOL /affectionate)
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Of Irland, Chapter 15
Chapter 1 \\ Chapter 14 \\ Series Masterlist
Instead of being taken captive in Winchester, Stiorra leaves for Irland with a friend of her father’s. There she meets Sigtryggr, a Dane, the grandson of Ivar the Boneless.
Chapter 15: A Good Price
Chapter warnings: Language, Violence
Words: 1157
AO3
Life had got better since the trial. Stiorra was now back working alongside Drifa in the hospital. She’d overseen a long difficult birth, sat by the bedsides of dying old men and women, and played with the children while the parents waited anxiously for news. People stopped and said hello when she walked through the market looking for rare and unusual herbs. Sometimes she would be joined with someone when picking plants just outside the walls.
This day was no different. Except for the fact that she was on her own.
Sigtryggr and his brothers had left to hunt. He had stopped to greet her before Ivar called on him to hurry up.
Yes, that was the best part. Sigtryggr was her friend again. He smiled at her when she walked in the room. He pulled up a chair for her at mealtimes and told her stories of the gods. He trained with her almost every day.
People were starting to trust her again. There were still those who muttered and whispered and cursed her. But it was easier to ignore them.
Stiorra had not seen another soul since Sigtryggr and his brothers had rode on. It was quiet and peaceful. A pleasant change to the noise and crowds of Dyflin.
She hummed to herself as she picked flowers for the patients bedsides, as well as the plant Drifa needed for her concoctions.
A snapping twig sent her head whirling around.
Nothing.
No-one was there.
The snicker of a horse.
“Who’s there?” she called out into the trees.
She did not see the man sneak up behind her and knock her out.
***
Stiorra woke up what had to be many hours later. The sky was now dark and, somewhere far away, an owl hooted.
There was laughter and chatter from a group of men sitting around a campfire. She could only see one of them clearly. He seemed uncomfortable, like he didn’t want to be there.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” he interrupted.
“For the last fucking time, Niall, this is exactly what the lord said we had to do?” the man who appeared to be the leader exasperated. “Kidnap a Dane, best if it’s one who’s important, ransom them back, and use the money to build an army. You saw as well as we did. Sigtryggr Ivarrsson stopped to talk to that girl, so she must be important.”
“And yet Ivar, who is the king, did not.”
“Who cares?” another one laughed. “If they don’t take her back, we get her.”
The men cheered.
It was disgusting. These shits cheering at the idea of forcing a woman. It was both fucked up and disgusting.
“Ivar is not the king,” another added. “His father’s still alive.”
Wait, Sigtryggr’s father was still alive? Why had she never seen him?
“He behaves like the king.”
Stiorra could not dwell on this news. She had to get out of here. Ivar didn’t care about her. Whatever ransom they would demand he would never pay. Why should he pay for the daughter of the man who has killed many of his kin? Sigtryggr would pay, of that there was no doubt. He would not let her be torn apart by Irish. Would he?
Her shuffling around caught the attention of her guards.
“So you’re awake, I see.” This man had to be the leader. “My name is Naos. And you are our hostage.”
“You picked the wrong hostage,” she spat. “You won’t get your gold.”
“Here’s where I think you’re wrong. Sigtryggr stopped on his way to hunt. Why, I wonder?” He grinned. She did not like this wide, toothy grin. His breath reeked of ale. “I think if Ivar won’t pay, then Sigtryggr will. And that is enough for me.”
***
The next morning dawned. Stiorra was dragged to her feet, her hands still bound. They must have sent word to Dyflin at some point, as Ivar, Sigtryggr, Rognvaldr, even Drifa, were there waiting for them.
Sigtryggr. His eyes quickly widened in concern when he saw her. She smiled and nodded at him, assuring him that she was fine.
Ivar took one look at her and laughed.
“This is your ‘valuable’ hostage.”
Her captors were taken aback by this reaction. She warned them.
“Yes, this is our hostage,” Naos said. “And we demand 5000 weight of gold for her or she will be taken and we will enjoy her.”
Ivar only laughed harder.
“1000 pounds,” Sigtryggr offered. “That is how much I am prepared to pay.”
“You will not,” Ivar ordered.
“I will.”
“You will not.” He scoffed, his previous smile vanishing. “You do not have that kind of money. Do you expect me to pay the rest?”
Sigtryggr turned to Drifa. She shrugged. “I do not carry that kind of gold with me.”
“I will not pay for the daughter of our enemy.”
“But she is not our enemy!”
“She’s as good as!”
Silence fell in the clearing.
“So you will not pay,” Noas guessed. “That’s fine. We will take her.”
Sigtryggr lept forwards, but a dozen swords all pointed at him.
“I’ll be fine,” Stiorra promised.
I’ll be fine.
***
Night came quickly in winter. The cold came with it. Before long, Stiorra was so cold she thought her fingers, toes and nose would fall off. But those Irish bastards had tied her up as far away from their fire as possible. She hadn’t eaten anything since that day either. She was staring to imagine the taste of the stew Drifa made that made her feel so full.
One by one, those men fell asleep, safe and warm by their little fire. Stiorra started twisting around, trying to loosen the rope they had used to tie her to a tree.
She stopped when she heard the footsteps, a soft rustling in the undergrowth. Turning, she was confronted with a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. It was Niall. The same man who had been uncertain as to whether they should go ahead with their plans. He put a finger to his lips and removed his hand.
He untied her. What?
“I woke for Drifa. I’m helping you escape.”
Drifa had Irish spies now?
“Tell her that these men were planning to take you to Faolán as a slave. You must tell her that the Irish have broken the treaty.”
Stiorra tried to take all this in. Faolán, treaty broken, slave.
“Go that way,” he instructed, pointing. “Follow that path and you’ll reach Dyflin.”
She paused again, searching for the words to thank this man.
“Go!”
And she went.
***
After a few hours of running, the sun started to come up. And Stiorra had no idea where she was. Left, right, everywhere. The only thing she could see were trees. The path had long since vanished. There wasn’t much for it though. She had to keep running. The question was where?
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