Winged Hussar [+]

Grzegorz Spadkobierca Kur ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human


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Appearance

Height:
5'10

Weight:
190 lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Caucasian / Slav

Brief Clothes Description:
Polish Winged Hussar Armor
Under padding for pants and clothing
Tall white feathers for the wings, with dark black tips.



Noble ⋆ Fearless ⋆ Natured ⋆ Personality trait 4

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Horses
⋆Poland
⋆Catholicism

Dislikes:
⋆Islam
⋆Being away from his personal tent and wealth
⋆Being without his horse.

Fears:
⋆Being dismounted
⋆A large ottoman army
⋆deserts, tropical swamps and areas.

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:

"Tomorrow is the day we reach Vienna, we will break the siege the Ottomans hold upon our Christian Brothers." Yelled the young noble, "We will break there lines and shatter their hopes of controlling Europe!" He began to pour his glass as the others passed about ale and such. Liquors of the night, "Mead here my Comrades!" To which he would soon receive.

Grzegorz raised his glass of mead, "We will head out at day break my comrades," he drank along with those around him before heading back into his personal tent, with his lover. And not gonna go any further with that.

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The next morning waking from his slumber, he slid out of his lovers grasp and soon found himself dressing in the dark, and his body soon was dressed in the armor of his people. A thick Steel armor with golden engravings. He felt something on his back, a small hand as his lover held him from behind, they kissed.

"Don't forget to take this with you." a soft voice said from behind him as a helmet was placed over his head.

"Thank you dear..." he said as he let his belt and sword hand as his hand reached back behind him to hold her head for a second.

"Come back to me..."

"I will." he said as he soon left her grasp and he moved out of his tent towards where his horse was posted. He would let his squires and underlings get the tent set before the wagon train moved out.

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Hours later -

He raised his lance up in the air as the signal for attack was given. His horse began to race forward, and thousands of others followed suit, he was the point in the charge. "Charge!" he yelled out as the charge stampeded down onto the flats before the city of Vienna.

He saw the lines grow closer and closer, and he shifted in his mount as he was maybe two hundred yards away from the lines of the enemies, and his lance lowered with thousands of others as the Winged Hussars arrived. He took a deep breath to try calming him, but the anticipation of killing and winning, honor and glory overrode that entirely.

One hundred, fifty, twenty five, five. They arrived as the lances cut through, and shattered on the ranks of the Islamic horde. Breaking through the lines of the outer siege and rampaging. Until he fell out of the world.

Fearful ⋆ Wealthy ⋆ Honorable

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Background

Occupation
Polish Noble - Winged Hussar from the Kur Clan

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
Horse

Current and Past Lover(s):
Aurelia Pola

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History(if you are lazy, list key events in their life or you may elect to be a mysterious character and reveal IC throughout the roleplay.):A noble

Main Strength : Mounted Combat ⋆ Main Weakness : Hard ranged weaponry

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Combat and Magic:

ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Strong Upper Body
⋆ Agile
⋆ Well Trained in martial combat

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Isn't that fast without a horse
⋆ He's human
⋆ Bad liver

HUMANS ANSWER:

Ability on Avalia:
Aeromancy

The hero Avalia needs [+]

Terneus Andros ⋆ 776 years ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

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Height:
185cm

Weight:
65kg

Hair Color:
Silvery white

Eye Color:
Icy Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Finely tailored elven garments suitable for a king, his attire is mainly white and red, with silvery metal decorations to it. He prefers to dress in clothing which increases his shoulder width and emphasizes his stature and beauty.

His overall wardrobe seems like the clothes were just made the day before.

Deranged ⋆ Paranoid ⋆ Overambitious ⋆ Steadfast

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Himself and his own achievements
⋆ Flattery
⋆ Purity

Dislikes:
⋆ Unclean things
⋆ When people fail to live up to his expectations
⋆ Getting dirtied

Fears:
⋆ Disfigurement
⋆ Being taken captive
⋆ His magic becoming ineffective

Sexuality:
Narciscist

Personality:

⋆ Terneus speaks when he considers that others have a great need of hearing what brilliant things he has to say.
⋆ He justifies all things he does is for the sake of his elven brethren and also believes in it himself, but he is ultimately selfish and desires to achieve greatness at the expense of not only his enemies but his allies too.
⋆ Terneus is as mean as mean goes, he seldom displays kindness. If he does, then it is a very good reason to be scared, because then you have something which he desires.
⋆ He would never consider saving anyone else before himself. To him, his own survival comes first and foremost.

⋆ Terneus likes to view himself as a calm and collected person, but in reality he is fierce tempered and prone to outrages, sometimes over the smallest of things.
⋆ Despite his temper, he is patient when it comes to biding his time and dealing with individuals he does not like. Especially if they outnumber him heavily or are, gods forbid... more powerful.
⋆ Terneus likes to uphold himself as a honorable, brave and rightious champion. But in reality he makes good use of underhanded tactics as long as he can explain it away. He will never use poisons however.
⋆ He gets only nervous when theres creatures nearby which may pose a threat to his life. But overall he is very arrogant and looks down on people.
⋆ While not being quick at running, he is quick at reacting to things. Usually by yelling or showing his displeasure to unpleasant surprises by violently unleashing his magic in retaliation.


⋆ In Terneus world, he is the most intelligent of all. When it comes down to it, he is quite cunning but not to the degree he seems to think.
⋆ He believes his own face to be the most beautiful thing in the world, those who are not fascinated by his appearance or words are just blind as far as hes concerned. In reality he is not overly bad as a leader, but his subjects are not destined to live long and healthy lives.
⋆ Terneus may laugh to himself in a very unbearable way to things which are not generally funny to anyone else. If he says a joke himself, he will ofcourse laugh at it and expect others to do so aswell. Or else.
⋆ He is very deranged.
⋆ Terneus may appear as a very lazy individual, but he does in fact possess an excessive amount of energy. Which he generally keeps in reserve for his outbursts and fights.

Exploitive ⋆ Ambitious ⋆ Secretive
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Background

Occupation:
Governor of the light elves

Living Immediate Family Members:
Younger brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, executed under Terneus order for failing to attain victory over Aklenroth and also for being unable to find a cure for his mother. Though in public it is widely known he executed his own father for treason against the king.)
Mother (Died from a dark curse)
Older brother (Died in a failed attempt to kill Aklenroth)
Twin sister (Killed by dark elves in the war where Aklenroth seized the throne)

Current Companions:
Androsian knights (12 members) (The two most distinct members is his closest advisor whose merely around to compliment him on his ideas, the other is his second in command. Who happens to be quite new to his position after the former leader failed to carry out his mission. No one knows how many leaders there has been.)

Current and Past Lover(s):
Himself

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Is currently leading a group of knights in search for DROM's and humans. To most people it would seem that he is doing Aklenroth's bidding, but he is secretly after them himself for other reasons.

History:

To be revealed... soon

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ High resistance to darker forms of magic
⋆ Very low strain from using his own magic
⋆ Unconventional fighting expert (Uses a large steel mirror for combat)

The mirror itself is sharpened around the corners incircling it in metal, the middle of it is of a strong reflective mirrorlike material, but also serves as a spyglass that can be used at a far distance or further amplify light magic if fired through it. The glass-like material seems to be near indestructible like diamond, meaning the mirror can also be used as a smaller shield to block projectiles.

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Inability to disguise himself by mundane means. Everyone knows who he is. For better or worse.
⋆ Easily encumbered, cannot carry others or heavier things.
⋆ Terrible runner.

Subspecies: Light Elf

Best Abilities: Photokinesis

A cold boi, for later use

Bowyn Elmwood [+]

Bowyn Elmwood ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Winter Fairy

Appearance
Height:

5’8

Weight:

125lbs

Hair Color:

Shades of silver and pale blue

Eye Color:

Light blue with a silver snowflake pattern in the iris

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Bowyn sprouts a pair of dark blue horns from his temples a couple of inches long, his wings are insect like and look almost like stained glass with darker shades of blue nearest his body gradually growing lighter until the almost white at the edges, with black, exoskeleton like, structures separating shades of color. He normally wears long and dark blue fur trimmed hooded coat, handmade, that has seen better days and has been frequently mended in places by Bowyn’s less than skilled hands. A dark gray shirt underneath, dark trousers, and dark brown leather boots. He nears a silver ring on his finger and an usually feminine silver locket underneath his shirt with a picture of him and a lover long gone. He also carries a bow and quiver of arrows, a small knife in his boot, and a dagger at his side.

Self-Serving ⋆ Cold ⋆ Resilient ⋆ Willful

Psychology

Likes:

⋆The cold, winter, and ice
⋆Theft
⋆Shiny things
⋆Ice sculpting
⋆Hunting
⋆Sweets
⋆Mead

Dislikes:

⋆Hot climates
⋆Dark Elves
⋆Dragons
⋆Violence
⋆Forest fairies and their sunny dispositions
⋆Bright lights/Overpowering sunshine
⋆Undead

Fears:

⋆Fire’s that are not contained/Burning to death
⋆Death
⋆Loss of freedom
⋆Dragons

Sexuality:

Faithful to a dead woman

Personality:

Bowyn likes to think of himself as “not really a people person,” leaning more towards an introverted and loner nature but mostly due to his extreme distrust of others. He expects the worst from people and once they fail him, he doesn’t offer second chances, preferring to write them off as not worth his time. His closest friend is a merlin named Boreas and while it is an extremely lonely existence, he has decided it’s safer that way. Bowyn looks out for himself, just as he has for most of his life, and only keeps others around him if they are useful in some way. A life of having to depend on himself has taught him that no one else will look out for his interest so that is his top priority. Although he rarely goes out of his way to be intentionally cruel without cause, he lacks a filter, saying whatever’s on his mind to the point of brutal honesty and doesn’t ever go for a tactful approach. He will do whatever he has to do for survival, if that means leaving another in danger then he will. Attachments are dangerous, other people will get you killed, and Bowyn plans to die of old age rather than another's carelessness. A younger Bowyn was much kinder, more willing to sacrifice, and as he now sees it, much weaker. He is still capable of kindness, if he has something to spare, giving to one less fortunate is acceptable to him, but no longer would help another to the detriment of himself.

To Bowyn bravery is not a virtue, but rather more easily equated to foolishness. If that makes him a coward so be it, he would rather be cowardly than dead. He tends to be level headed, thinking things through before he acts and very rarely resorting to violence these days. He tends to be mostly bark and very little bite when it comes to his temper, while his words can be cold and cruel he has little taste for violence, preferring to walk away from confrontation, there is very little he’d risk life or injury, and fighting over a disagreement is something he’d see as not worth his time or effort. Bowyn is patient, willing to wait for what he wants, and for the most part seems calm to the point of being apathetic to most things. Bowyn is a survivor, if after all he’s lost, he stops surviving, then everything he lost was for nothing, and he can’t let it be for nothing. So, he keeps going, he digs down deep and does whatever is necessary to keep going. Bowyn has put such an emphasis on his survival, and on blurring the pain of his past, that he has grown too numb to thrive. He cuts himself off from attachments with others out of fear; either of possible betrayal or of experiencing more loss.

There are many of his kind who would think Bowyn a bit insane; spending his time talking to a bird and stealing shiny trinkets just to look at them. His own grief and unwillingness to ever truly deal with it, has certainly affected his mental state; he hates himself for having let another die in his place, he lives so that their sacrifice isn’t in vain, but he gets no joy from life. His melancholy aura has tainted his once charismatic nature, others find him draining to be around which suits his self-induced exile anyway. His humor is often bleak and sarcastic, though the only one he currently shares his dark humor with is a bird who somehow manages to put up with him. Although not classically educated, Bowyn is no simpleton, he excels at problem solving and critical thinking, especially when his survival is dependent on it.

Background

Difficult ⋆ Painful ⋆ Isolated

Occupation

Thief

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Toth-a surrogate brother

Current Companions:

Boreas, a merlin

Boreas [+]

Boreas is a small but fierce merlin, exceptionally loyal and much more practical than his fae friend. They share brutal honesty in common, as well as strong survival skills, but Boreas is more prone to friendliness and playfulness. He takes great joy in the small things; a successful hunt and full belly, a good nights rest, and his greatest joy, flight.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Aeryn Snowflower(Deceased)

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner

History:

Bowyn was found as an infant; cold, hungry, and alone, left in at the large elm doors of the village orphanage. Like the other orphaned children his surname was Elmwood, signifying his beginnings as a orphaned child, a status that followed him well into adulthood. Here was where he grew up alongside the other fae children who had been either abandoned or whose families had died. Although most winter fae were poor, Bowyn and the other orphans got by on scraps and donations from the already impoverished village. Winter fairies already had so little to begin with; a frozen territory that made most farming difficult, and so close to Daka, and the dark elves, they were constantly under the thumb of the Lich. Dark elves frequently stole winter fairies from their lands, rumored to be used in experiments by the king, and over the years his people learned that fighting back got you nowhere good. Being so close to Daka also meant that they were ruled much harsher than the kingdoms further away, any signs of insurrection were viciously stomped out, and growing up here meant knowing that your life was subject to the whims of the King. The dragons frequently strayed from the island to hunt on their lands going after the reindeer that many winter fae relied on for food or thinning out the herds that the luckily few relied on for livelihood. Although their magic was fairly powerful the winter court was kept in such a state of poverty that all their energy was focused on survival rather than their subjugation. Raising one’s status was nearly impossible here, and the social classes almost never intermingled.

A young Bowyn grew so accustomed to hunger that eventually, like it did for most of his kin, it became a dull ach so that he was only minorly aware of the sensation. He learned to steal from an early age as a means of survival, starting with food, and quickly found that he was good at it. He would share what he had with the other orphaned children, as they had all become like family to one another. When he was ten one of the older boys, Toth, began taking him hunting with him. They started with smaller game at first but as they got older, they moved on to bigger things such as reindeer and even boar. Every now and again they would trade furs, hides, and bones from their kills at Domoros, the nearby wealthy Demi-Human city. Bowyn was jealous of all the prosperity he saw in Domoros, he gladly helped himself to whatever he could fit into his pockets while he was there, and frequently brought back stolen sweets to the younger children. He was fourteen when his friend Toth died, gored by a boar during a hunt, and Bowyn took up the mantle of looking out for the weaker and younger children of the orphanage.

After Toth’s death He decided he would not let himself be weak, although scarcity of food was a huge limit to what he could do, he trained himself from a thin boy into lean muscled wiry young man. He also focused on training with his cryokinesis, neglecting most of zooliguisim and healing in favor of more offensive magic. He kept training, hunting, and stealing, finetuning his skills and making sure he was strong enough to help those around him who needed it. At sixteen he left the orphanage and began working in tavern assisting the cook. He also began creating large ice sculptures out front, drawing in crowds to the tavern, and Bowyn found he had an artistic gift for it. Few winter fae had time to waste on arts, but since it brought in business, his employer encouraged him to continue with his passion. He made just enough money to rent himself a small room and continued to bring food to the orphanage after his hunts or sweets on his way back from trading. Now and then he would even be commissioned to create ice sculptures for the more noble born winter fae and other nobles nearby for their parties. It was through these commissioned works that Bowyn met her.

She had hair like white gold, long and shimmery, and eyes like emeralds bright enough to lite up his entire world. He quickly learned that her name was Aeryn, and she was firey and hopeful, unlike anyone else he’d ever known. Over the course of a few days Bowyn feel fast and hard. He was creating several large reindeer sculptures for the wealthy Snowflower family, as they owned the largest herd, and their daughter, Aeyrn, loved to watch him work. The two grew incredibly close, even after his work was finished, and for once he was truly happy with his lot in life. It wasn’t simple, he was a poor orphan and her family was one of the few that did well in the winter court. He couldn’t afford nice gifts but he would steal small shiny trinkets from Domoros, and while Aeryn would scold him for stealing her eyes always gave away how much she loved them, and she always kept his gifts. Her family never thought him good enough, he parents and her older brother Rhyden never saw him as a worthy suitor. It hurt, knowing that others would always see him as less than due to the life he’d been born into, but Aeyrn never made him feel that way. When they were together, they were always equals, family and means didn’t matter, and what they shared was enough for both of them. All Bowyn wanted was to marry and build the family that he never had, but he wanted a way to be accepted by Aeyrn’s family first, he didn’t want her to lose what she had and he knew the schism between her and her family hurt her too.

When a handful of children from the village where taken by Dark Elves, Bowyn thought he had his chance to prove his worth. He joined up with a handful of other men from the village in hopes of rescuing the children before they crossed over to Daka. He thought if he succeeded her family would see he was brave and he’d be respected as a hero but Aeyrn was worried he’d never come back. He went with the men and they soon caught up with the dark elves to make their stand. A small fight broke out on the edge of winter fae territory between hardened dark elf soldiers and idealistic young winter fae men who had had enough. Bowyn watched so many of his kin slaughtered and he too thought he was done for as well. After taking a handful of arrows and then a fatal hit of dark magic he lay, dying, in the snow.

Then somehow, she was there, Aeryn, by his side healing his wounds. Bowyn begged for her leave him, screaming and choking on blood, but she stayed, healing him until he was well enough to run. As soon as he could stand, he grabbed her hand and tried to flee with her but she was so weak from the magic she had used. The elves attack continued, arrows flew, and as he tried to carry her but he was still too weak and she was hit by dark magic. Aeryn collapsed, left without strength to continue further, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. Her voice, barely a whisper pleaded with him to go, to live, as she died in his arms. All Bowyn wanted to do was die there next to her but he found the strength to run. He ran deep into the forests until he couldn’t run any longer and collapsed. Later, when he awoke, he was alone, but he had made a promise to live and so even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he kept going but in the confusion of battle he had gotten so turned around that he found himself lost. After some time wandering a Merlin helped him to find his way home.

Upon returning to his village he learned what Aeryn’s brother had done, hoping to rid his family of his sister’s unworthy suitor he had sent word to the dark elves of the attack, and in return the village was spared further retribution. After that Bowyn turned his back on all his people, no one could be trusted and if he were to keep his word and stay alive, then he would give no one the chance to betray him. His once kind spirit was hardened, as if a layer of permafrost now covered his very heart, and Bowyn now promised himself he would never grow close to another. He left his village to live in self-imposed exile in the woods, hunting for what he needed and going to other towns to trade but never setting foot inside his home again. Deep in the forest he began spending all of his spare time creating ice sculptures of Aeryn, desperate to be able to see her face once more, and afraid that time would ebb away at the memories of her. Despite his best efforts time eventual did, he found he could no longer recall the exact shape of her lips, the angle of her ears, and the details of her wings. Worst of all was the way a sculpture could never quite capture the spark of hope in her eyes and that too faded from his mind.

His only true companion has been the merlin who helped him find his way home, and while he neglected his zooliguisim to the point where it was non-existent after so much time with this bird it remains the only animal he can converse with. He has since worked on his healing some, tending to his own injuries rather than subject himself to some other fae healer and while his work is nowhere near good, it is passable. His cryokinesis remains his strongest magical skill although even that is practiced less than his thieving skills nowadays. Bowyn still indulges in his kleptomaniac tendencies, stealing shiny trinkets that remind him of Aeryn in some way, and surrounding his shelters with them. After a time, sculpting no longer soothed him, the sculptures themselves were becoming poorer imitations and he sought out other ways to ease his pain. He found occasionally he catches glimpses of her through the use of hallucinogens bought through Domoros’s black market, but in order to afford them he needed to do more than hunt and occasionally trade. So Bowyn relied on his only other skill, stealing. He eventually connected with other, less than savory, individuals, stealing things of value, and found this also helped to distract his mind. Although he frequently worked with and dealt with the same individuals Bowyn considers none of them friends, only keeping around those who have purpose to him and never really trusting them.

Boreas, however, sees this as an improvement as at least his damaged friend now talks to more than just ice sculptures and a bird. Boreas also lost his mate the night the winter fae fought with the dark elves, a stray arrow leaving only one of a bonded pair. The lone merlin then bonded with a sad lost fairy who shared a similar fate. Boreas, being a bird and much more practical than a fairy, healed well with time but found his friend unable to move on. So, the merlin stayed with Bowyn, choosing friendship over a natural bird life. At first he found it difficult to resist natures call to find another of his kind but he found the look of despair in his friends eyes made it too difficult to leave. Boreas tries his best to help the fairy move on, although the creature is awfully stubborn, he continues to push Bowyn towards civilization in the hope that eventually the fairy will be able to live with his own kind again.

Special Ability: Cryokinesis ⋆
Main Strength: Speed/Endurance ⋆ Main Weakness: Close Combat

Physical Strengths:

⋆Speed/Endurance
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Warmer climates/Heat
⋆Iron
⋆A fair fight

Subspecies:

Winter Fae

Best Abilities:

Cryokinesis

Viking [+]

Hider [+]

Torvi Kætildottir ⋆ 24 ⋆ Female ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’7

Weight:

128 lbs

Hair Color:

White with some very pale blonde mixed in

Eye Color:

Icy blue

Skin Tone:

Very fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Torvi seems to have been dressed for battle as she is dressed in dark brown pants, a pewter grey colored tunic. Over that shirt she wears a mixture of a chain shirt and leather armor for protection. She wears dark brown leather boots and has two hand axes strapped to her belt. She also has a quiver of arrows on her back and a bow. Her hair is pulled back with a mixture of braids and silver ornaments and her eyes are rimmed with coal.

Fierce ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Impulsive ⋆ Spirited

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Laughing
⋆Winter
⋆Hunting when the men are gone
⋆Protecting her village
⋆Parties
⋆Drinking

Dislikes:

⋆Marriage
⋆People who look down on her
⋆Mistreatment of people
⋆Constant war
⋆Porridge
⋆Senseless cruelty

Fears:

⋆Marrying again
⋆Her and her village starving
⋆Her people being slaughtered

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Torvi can be quite the extroverted person, enjoying making conversation and just meeting new people. Though when she does first meet someone she tends to always be on her guard, never sure who to trust and who not to trust. She’ll treat you with kindness unless she views you as a potential threat, then she can be quite hostile. She is typically a rather selfless person, always helping out those who she sees in need. She would quickly give up her own food for someone else she sees starving. She will do what she can to protect herself and others who she either cares for or deems unable to protect themselves.

She has quite a temper and tends to act impulsively, never considering what the consequences of her actions may be. She can be quite quick to attack someone if she deems it necessary. Because of this people would consider her a rather impatient person. She has immense bravery, perhaps to the point of stupidity at times. She will leap into a fight without a second thought for her own safety. Afterall, if she dies in battle then she gets to dine with the gods.

Torvi has the intelligence to come up with a plan for things if time allows it, but she wouldn’t consider herself a cunning mastermind by any means. She’s more likely to follow someone else's lead as she figures if their acting first then they probably have a plan. When it comes to being charismatic she can make friends quite easily, but she will avoid manipulating people. That’s just a cowards way to gain control of a situation in her opinion. She has a great sense of humor and likes to often crack jokes or even laugh at a joke that is made. She’ll even laugh at a joke she doesn’t understand just to make the jokester feel good. She is quite sane in normal situations, however when it comes to battle others may view her as slightly insane due to her brutality. She doesn’t hold back when she’s fighting and will use any means necessary to win the fight as she believes there’s no such thing as fighting fair or honorably.

Affectionate ⋆ Emotional ⋆ Gruesome

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Background

Occupation

Housekeeper/Landowner/Farmer/Warrior

Living Immediate Family Members:

Kætil Sindri || Father
Sievi || Mother
Floki Kætilson || Elder brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Björn Eriksson || Husband
Siiri Kætildottir || Younger sister
Two stilborn children

Current Companions:

None yet

Current and Past Lover(s):

Björn Eriksson

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner for now

History:
Torvi was born the second child of Kætil and Sievi in the small village of Hvallatr. Her father was the village blacksmith and with that came him teaching all of his children how to fight, having no qualms with his daughters knowing how to protect themselves. She had a happy childhood with very loving parents who loved to tell her stories of the gods and heroes. Her personal favorite, however, is when her father would tell her of the Valkyrie. She would always pretend she was one of the Valkyrie when she’d play with her older brother and younger sister.

Growing up she was close to both her siblings, however she was closest to her younger sister Siiri. The two always seemed to be inseparable, running around the village giggling about this and that while pulling pranks on some of the boys near their age. They would constantly talk with each other on when they would get married and would point out who they thought the other should marry. It was all just fun and games to them.

At fourteen years old she was married to the second son of Jarl Erik. Björn was four years older than her, however the marriage was based on love. She loved Björn deeply and he loved her. She was thrilled to have her own household to look over and follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her sister was married a few years later and both girls were thrilled that their childhood dreams had come true. Marriage wasn’t as easy as they thought, however, as Torvi soon found herself pregnant. At the time her and her husband were so excited, but that excitement didn’t last as she soon lost the child. This broke both of their hearts, but it especially took a toll on Torvi. She was scared for a long time to become pregnant again.

Eventually she got past the fear enough that she became pregnant once more. Everything seemed to be going well and she was nearing the end of her pregnancy. She went into labor, however, she gave birth to a dead child. Björn tried to console her, telling her these things happened and no matter what he’d always love her. She wasn’t having any of it and she became very withdrawn for a long time.

There came one year where food was a shortage and the men decided it was time to go on a raid. Björn decided to join them and kissed his still grieving wife goodbye. He came back as a corpse and this broke something else in Torvi. She hated herself for not showing the love she had for her husband after the death of their last baby. She was full of many regrets and at one point attempted to take her life. Her sister was the one who stopped her and helped pull her back out of her grief. She helped her realize that Björn would want her to live, to care for their land, and to help their village in any way she could.

Fast forward to now, the men had left once more on a raid thus leaving the women in charge of the village. This time, however, they had a raiding party of their own come to their village. Torvi wasn’t about to stand by and let them take what they pleased. So she took up arms with her sister and many of the other women of the village. They would fight for their home and didn’t fear death as that meant they would join their loved ones in Valhalla.

Terramancy ⋆ Strength: Combat/Edurance ⋆ Weakness: Stealth/Speed

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Expert with multiple weapons
⋆Endurance
⋆Agile

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Stealth
⋆Weaker than most men
⋆Not the fastest person out there

Ability on Avalia:

Terramancy