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This bow did not feel right to Alva. It was a simple bow, clearly not made by any competent craftsman. She missed her own bow from back home, but she had not exactly had the opportunity to take much with her. Soon, one of these days, she would have to make her own. She had scouted out some trees in the surrounding forest. Their wood would do well for the purpose.
Although this bow was not ideal, it was alright - Alva still managed to center most of her shots. She drew back the string once more. Steady breath, steady hand. Aim. Breathe. Release.
The arrow cut through the air, landing a few inches left of center. Arrows were beginning to become clustered. She repeated what to her was almost ritualistic - draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release. With a soft thunk the arrow planted itself into the target. Although she knew around her there was arguing and dissent, Alva remained focused. She could intervene, but she was too far into this almost meditative state to break out of her concentration.
Draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release.
Thunk.
Although this bow was not ideal, it was alright - Alva still managed to center most of her shots. She drew back the string once more. Steady breath, steady hand. Aim. Breathe. Release.
The arrow cut through the air, landing a few inches left of center. Arrows were beginning to become clustered. She repeated what to her was almost ritualistic - draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release. With a soft thunk the arrow planted itself into the target. Although she knew around her there was arguing and dissent, Alva remained focused. She could intervene, but she was too far into this almost meditative state to break out of her concentration.
Draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release.
Thunk.
Name: Alva Sigyndottir
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Godly parent: Sigyn
Brief description of godly parent: Sigyn, second wife of Loki, is most known for holding a bowl over her husband's head to catch the venom of the snake fastened above his head. She is fiercely loving, protective, and patient. She is among other names known as the North Star, and Lady of the Staying Power, although not much is known about her.
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Skills/Powers/Weapons: Alva is impressively resilient, and can endure what to others would be very physically or mentally challenging. As such, she trains a lot, and is quite strong. She favors the bow and similar weapons, but she knows how to wield a pistol.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Alva's main strength is her patience and endurance. In addition, she is somewhat of a diplomat and is good at calming others down. However, she tends to get too attached to people, and this can get her hurt. She's also not good at quick, impulsive decisions.
Other: Alva can at times seem aloof or distracted, but that's usually her being very focused on something in her mind.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Godly parent: Sigyn
Brief description of godly parent: Sigyn, second wife of Loki, is most known for holding a bowl over her husband's head to catch the venom of the snake fastened above his head. She is fiercely loving, protective, and patient. She is among other names known as the North Star, and Lady of the Staying Power, although not much is known about her.
Appearance
Skills/Powers/Weapons: Alva is impressively resilient, and can endure what to others would be very physically or mentally challenging. As such, she trains a lot, and is quite strong. She favors the bow and similar weapons, but she knows how to wield a pistol.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Alva's main strength is her patience and endurance. In addition, she is somewhat of a diplomat and is good at calming others down. However, she tends to get too attached to people, and this can get her hurt. She's also not good at quick, impulsive decisions.
Other: Alva can at times seem aloof or distracted, but that's usually her being very focused on something in her mind.
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Looking around, Rebecca saw the bowling alley guy - Jack, right? - look at her and nod, smiling slightly. She smiled back, a deep red hinting at a blush as she wondered whether he had seen her zoned out listening to the music. Speaking of the music, it had stopped, and Rebecca glanced at the violinist. She'd gotten company, it seemed, and she looked almost shocked when she, too, had opened her eyes. Rebecca laughed to herself, taking a small comfort in not being the only one enthralled by the music. Smiling slightly, she finished the last of her pancakes, and took a moment to look around.
It's not that she was necessarily lonely, but sometimes she wished people would come talk to her first. She spotted a girl - she looked about her age - sitting alone, also looking around. She seemed a bit shy, maybe even scared? She, too, had finished eating, and was now packing up to leave. Rebecca thought things over while she cleaned the slight mess she'd made before leaving. When she stepped outside, she saw the girl again. Making up her mind, Rebecca caught up to her, falling into a relaxed walking pace beside her. "Hi," she said, "I'm Rebecca." She paused a moment, not knowing what to say. "You have really pretty eyes." she blurted out before being able to stop herself.
It's not that she was necessarily lonely, but sometimes she wished people would come talk to her first. She spotted a girl - she looked about her age - sitting alone, also looking around. She seemed a bit shy, maybe even scared? She, too, had finished eating, and was now packing up to leave. Rebecca thought things over while she cleaned the slight mess she'd made before leaving. When she stepped outside, she saw the girl again. Making up her mind, Rebecca caught up to her, falling into a relaxed walking pace beside her. "Hi," she said, "I'm Rebecca." She paused a moment, not knowing what to say. "You have really pretty eyes." she blurted out before being able to stop herself.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I would love to be part of this. I'm a huuge sucker for Nordic mythology.
Rebecca arrived at the mall, noticing a few others making their way inside as well. Grabbing a plate and loading it with pancakes, she looked around at the people who had already arrived. A girl was playing the violin quite beautifully, seemingly in her own world for the time being. Rebecca recalled seeing her at the mall's ice cream shop, though she'd never spoken to the girl. She recognized a few others she knew also worked in the mall, namely the guy from the bowling alley striking up a conversation with the lounge manager. At another table, it was obvious there was some tension between a young-ish girl and older boy. The girl was practically seething, but hiding it well. Some also sat alone
Rebecca decided to sit at the other end of the table with the mall workers she had recognized. Quietly eating her breakfast, she listened to the two men, taking care not to disturb their conversation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the violin in the background. I must look stupid, she thought after a bit, and opened her eyes, looking around to see if anyone was looking at her funny.
Rebecca decided to sit at the other end of the table with the mall workers she had recognized. Quietly eating her breakfast, she listened to the two men, taking care not to disturb their conversation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the violin in the background. I must look stupid, she thought after a bit, and opened her eyes, looking around to see if anyone was looking at her funny.
I'll go ahead and throw in some tentative interest here.
Trumpets, as usual, kicked Rebecca's morning off. Groaning, she got out of bed, mentally preparing for a new day at the Home. Beginning her short morning routine, she wondered if today would bring anything new. She glanced at the lesser pile of library books on her nightstand, recalling the previous night. Throwing on a nearby dress, she pondered what to read next time she had an hour - or more - to kill. Life at the Home was... alright, but it sorely lacked freedom. Rebecca missed the freedom of her old life, her friends, her parents. Rebecca was ripped from her thoughts as a suddenly heavy towel slipped from the counter. Sighing, she put it in place, finishing up her morning routine with a simple ponytail.
Rebecca began making her way to the mall, stomach subtly growling at her, as if telling her to hurry up. Walking, she looked around the Home, admiring the plants and nature - such things were nearly almost pristine, no doubt thanks to Persephone. In a way, the perfection of the Home was comforting. In another, it was deeply disturbing and clinical, like taken out of a children's book. A light shudder ran down her spine. No matter what, she couldn't quite shake that feeling of being watched like a common pet, something to toy and experiment with. Not that that was entirely wrong - as far as she could tell, it certainly seemed as if Miss. Dawson was watching, waiting, at all hours.
Oh well, Rebecca thought, that's not easily changed, and I'm starving.
Rebecca began making her way to the mall, stomach subtly growling at her, as if telling her to hurry up. Walking, she looked around the Home, admiring the plants and nature - such things were nearly almost pristine, no doubt thanks to Persephone. In a way, the perfection of the Home was comforting. In another, it was deeply disturbing and clinical, like taken out of a children's book. A light shudder ran down her spine. No matter what, she couldn't quite shake that feeling of being watched like a common pet, something to toy and experiment with. Not that that was entirely wrong - as far as she could tell, it certainly seemed as if Miss. Dawson was watching, waiting, at all hours.
Oh well, Rebecca thought, that's not easily changed, and I'm starving.
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