[CHAR] ᚠᚨᚱᛋᛁᚷᛚᛁᛝᛋᚨᚷᚨ

[Sterling]

ÁSDÍS Bright Eyed



• Late teens-early twenties
• Known as a good enough girl Asdis is neither disliked nor particularly welcomed in any circles. There is nothing overly striking or charming
about her, her mind sharp enough but by no means brilliant, her smile sweet but not conspicuous, her arm strong but not sturdy. She is easy enough to be near and easy enough to forget or ignore.
• Having lived her entire life in the shelter of her family’s hearth Asdis knew not much more beyond the fields and her family. But being the youngest she often felt the need to prove herself, that she too could be just as honorable, just as brave as her brothers and sisters afore. And so when the call came out for the young and the women (and the cripples and the old and the ignominious) to take to the ships she gladly obliged. This was her chance after all.

[pugbutter]

Hrífa Rat-eater

• Mid to late forties
• Like black clouds at the edge of the sky, men need only see Hrífa to know he is dangerous, and at least half-mad. His eyes, dull grey, are wild and animal, and they betray the stillness of his tongue; for he speaks seldom, except in selfish little murmurs and mumbles, always seeming to tell himself a story.
• He was declared a níðingr many years ago for the practice of witchcraft. He has been accused too of using poisons, a coward's tools, to settle a feud; though they say that about most seiðmenn.
  
  Before that he was trusty with a spear, and though few songs told of his exploits in battle, even hardy warriors came instinctively to fear the beast which slumbers within that slender body. They've probably heard too many campfire rumors, which are sure to be exaggerated—probably. In any case, the king never bothered to exile him not because he was to be feared, but because he never really hurt anyone; his social ostracism drove him beyond the village, where he delighted himself with masturbation, fishing, and of course, conversation with the draugar and other spirits.