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Once Upon A Time?

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Once Upon A Time?

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[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

Posted the main stuff, and trying to figure out how I managed to screw up the code.

Aaaaand finished.

[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

Ellinor Vångsson

“A peaceful mind cures the body, a peaceful heart cures the mind.”

Ellinor has nothing striking about her. Her face is neither too beautiful nor too offensive to look upon. Her stature is average, her muscles are untrained. She wears simple clothing that belonged to her mother once upon a time as well as some of her own making. She has brown hair and deep hazel eyes. She is not a smiley, or falsely overjoyed girl.

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【Ellinor】

Ellinor Ida Marta Vångsson

【Aliases】

'The Nurturer' 'The transcident of life'

【Age】

Seventeen

【Sex】

Female

【Sexuality】

Best described as asexual

【Religion】

Pagan, like those of the Barren Flats.

【Family】

The third born of sixteen children, counting three who passed after the age of five, and the second oldest girl. The first born was named Hans and at the age of thirteen abandoned and cursed the family eight years ago, claiming to find truth in the Monarchist church. This led Ellinor and Iris (being just under a year older) to take his duties as well as their own. She was present for all of her siblings’ births after her, and those who passed were allowed to do so in her arms. Her father was a busy man, never being home for more than two months a year. He is part of a brigade to keep the invaders from the north at bay behind walls she’s only heard of, although those at the market claim he is full of falsity.

【Birthplace】

Ellinor and her family live far from any known landmarks, but they do travel Northwest for three days to Rochwin flats every third month to sell and trade their wools.

【Societal standing】

Lowborn - peasant

【Former employment】

Midwife, bedside assistant, healer, herb worker

【Rank and role】

She offers her help as a healer and a mystic but is well-suited for a cook and baker.

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【Personality】

A solemn, serious lady. She has a quietness about her not from shame nor from properness, but from quiet thought. She has a soft heart in caring for others while not showing overflowing emotion in her. Instead, she channels this energy into her works.

【History】

When her sister was married off at thirteen-and-a-half, she took over the leading role in the house. Her role is mostly a teacher, a healer, and a maternal help for her family and neighbors. They claim her hands are can pull a newborn into this life with greater speed, and the little ones always come into the world with a great plumpness when she attends. The newborns always cling to the teat quickly and refuse to fuss when she is around. Some claim it’s the herbs she collects as she makes her rounds, others say it’s her close and nearly friendsome prayers to the gods while others say it’s simply because she has attended to many ever since her own coming into the world.
As her job becomes more of a directing one, she has more time to venture out and learn of the mystics in herbs and things people may not speak of. Every month, when even the moon in the sky cannot bare to watch, she travels to a common bathing hot spring. She waits bare for midnight for the weight of the water to grow heavy and shields her eyes as Mother Midnight wades into the water. It is an unspoken rule that if one looks upon this woman, her insides will rot out and she cannot bear children. She listens along with young, heavily pregnant girls, ones who cannot conceive, ones who have conceived too many. She listens to Mother’s prayers, to her declarations, to her wisdom. Most only dare to come once in their time of most need, but Ellinor has a thirst for knowledge that is only quenched once a month.

Within the last years, she has been pressured into marrying, having many suitors and denying them all. Her mother finally claimed that if she were not to be married that she must put her skills to another good use. It was just at the beginning of the year before the frost began to break away, that she met an admirable man named Igor at the market selling fish. He was much older than her at thirty-seven but had a tolerable attitude. He spoke about his living, having a lonely house near the waters in the faraway town called Saltinberg with a farm that needed tending to. She agreed in the spring to marry him, out of convenience for her family more so than anything. He was tolerable and his living on a boat promised that most of the year he would be away from her.

She learned quickly that Igor said many things, usually amounting to excuses. The winds were too hard, the rain was too cold, the fish were too scarce to bring home food today. As well as all of the previous week. He often spent his says at the small drinking hall, laughing into a heavy mug. It was up to Ellinor to keep up the house once again.
She was surprised at how quickly plants took to the ground here, by how heavy the berries grew on their vines. She began experimenting with pairing plants up with each other, with comparing the north and the south side of the plot. Although she enjoyed her experiments in the newfound land, her agitation with her new husband grew. Perhaps it was because he was requiring her to lay with him after just a month or perhaps it was because he refused to do his part. She decided to try and mend his detest for her by finally giving in to his sexual urges. She spent the rest of the night in front of a flame, speaking with the Goddess Freja. She did not plee with her, but rather asked for her help and guidance. She asked for the Goddess of war and fertility to take her gifts from her. She did not want to be fertile. She spoke and prayed until the sky turned a light purple but she would not cease.
Suddenly she awoke to a lightness in the room and looked to the window. It was then she knew that Freja agreed to her stance. In the window sat a large cat with fur that was lit behind her. This was one of Freja's own chariot cats, unmistakably large and covered in fur. The cat looked down to her expressionlessly, then jumped back out the window. She immediately felt grace and calmness, knowing that one of the Goddess' own was watching over her.

The month is November. The cat has not left but she has not made a statement of her presence. In this, her husband as not noticed even though she watches him carefully as he goes through his house, his town. The day is the tenth, yesterday Igor was particularly forgiving of her and only laid his hands on her once. Today he seems to regret that since the porridge was overcooked this morning. She has lost all interest in her studies, the only interaction she has is with Freja, who has refused to abandon her.
There is blood on the bed. She panics and immediately strips her and the straw mattress' clothing to rid herself of the thought. She takes a better look to find that it is not from her, but rather a dead mouse. She looks up through the window where her guardian sits.
She prays to Freja, offering blood from her palms, blotting them with cloth and then burning it. Over and over she cuts strips of the clothing and offers her blood until her hands are sticky with dried blood and the wounds stop.
'Freja,' she said in an even voice, 'You are always close to me, I will fight for you and what you decide and I dedicate my life to this. I have asked you to abandon your blessings to me but I now understand your strengths. Freja, Goddess of war and fertility, give me your blessing.'

She no longer wondered why the Goddess ruled over the giving and taking of life. She was the one who balanced these things and was wise about it. She knew.
As it turns out, the hands that are the most blessed at bringing life are also the best at taking it.

【Dreams, short term goals, and fears.】

She dreams of becoming a herb master, being able to raise, and make use of many herbs. A goal of hers is to get ahold of a herb she has only heard of -Blue-tipped saffron- that is promised to cause the user to live through unimaginable injuries and bring them closer to True Knowledge under the time they are affected by it. She is afraid of becoming with child.

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【Skills】

Uses for herbs, how to wrap wounds, numbing agents.

【Martial prowess】

Can fight off a wolf with a stick- at least enough to scare it away. Untrained and sloppy work but still effective.

【Combat style】

Acts out of necessity, calm and precise moves.

【Weaponry】

A stick. Maybe a small knife in a pouch (suitable for cutting vines to free sheep, collecting herbs etc).

【Armor】

At most, a leather-bound midriff cover and extra skirts.

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[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

@Errant Son Creepy, and yet promising. I've been bad at disappearing in the past unless it's my own RP. In which case I furiously refreshed the page. Every 10 minutes at least.

[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

@Errant Son Alas, that I am not. I began reading and figured it would take awhile, so I went ahead and posted to give you bait to stick around. c:

[MEDIEVAL, REALISM] Marches of Man: The Black Shields!

I'm interested, just haven't finished reading just yet.

WAR!!!

Eh...welcome?

I'm obsessed with pirates

@BlackbeardA habit of mine lol. Thanks for your interest anyway though :)

Poseidon's Salty Saloon

Edge the Beardslayer

Name: Edge
Original Name: Onathe
Age: About 20
Race: Half-Human, Half Elf

Appearance

Edge was a half-human half-elf, 20-year-old girl. She stood at nearly 5'9" and weighed about 140lbs. Her pointed ears were a dead giveaway that she was part elf, but she had very few other commonalities otherwise. She was thin, rough and dirty. Her light green eyes set under her often furrowed brows and she usually wore a smirk on her thin lips. She cloaked herself with an armored top with a red cloth strung around her bottom half, and her boots reach up to her thighs. Edge's hair was usually down to catch the breeze of the sky and she loved to wear a red bandanna atop her sandy blonde hair. She wore metal, razored gloves and will often be seen yielding a sword.

Personality

Edge was a ragged, whimsical soul. She seeks adventure and excitement, and she took on almost any challenge she was presented with. She loved to gather a crowd by showing off, but would keep most serious things to herself. If there's anything she loved more than a voyage through the open seas on a ship, it's food. She never opened deeply with about herself, but those who were around her would tell you she has a lot going on inside and was helpless when children are involved, she feels strongly compelled to help them.

Loves: Telling stories, drinking, arm wrestling
Hates: Cheaters/liars, stuck up people
Favorites: Color is red, food is lamb, drink is wychwood ale
Life goals: To become the most rich and powerful pirate, of course
Weaknesses:
Personal quest:

Background

Shortened version, probably still too long.

Edge, originally named Onathe by the gypsy her mom gave her up to, had always been a rebel child. She had few memories of the old woman who raised her, as she was left behind and was forced to live on the streets after the age of what she guessed was five. She never knew her birthday, year or date, but that didn't matter to Edge, she would always say it was January 1st and that she's the reason they started a new year.

After five hard years of living on the streets like a rat she was doing her usual routine, smuggling foods and goods from various vendors when the air ship came. It hung in the clouds, as if it was a puppet being controlled by god himself. She snuck onto a dock that the ship was loading crates from and inspected it more closely, hiding between the crates, wondering if she could get into some of the food stored in them. Suddenly she was hoisted along with the flat onto the ship. Once the crew found her, she pleaded to join them. They were reluctant because she contained elf blood, but the captain had a soft spot [between his ears] after hearing her story, letting out a hearty laugh, "Well, we needed someone to swab the deck, eh boys?"

She hadn't belonged with anyone until then and became extremely attached to the ship mates, each of them taking her in as if he was her uncle. She ravished in the sense of wonder that they brought to her and happily learned the ways of running a ship when she could, although she was usually sentenced to the monotonous work of cleaning and cooking. She was secretly thankful when the captain would show her how to read a map, all the while bouncing off the walls and asking questions. Edge will probably never be tamed, but she liked it that way.

Skills

Edge could make basic meals and did chores like cleaning, rope tying, and can fix some simple appliances. She had good but sloppy ability in sword-wielding. She had basic skills in map reading and star reading.

Gear

Edge sported a basic metal plated chest piece and gloves. She wore a "dress" of crimson red fabric, but had full mobility in the garment. She had boots up to her thighs and a knife tucked into them (just in case). Her longsword was a bit heavy for her size but it makes her feel badass. She has a silver necklace in her pocket, wrapped in navy blue silk. She usually had a bit of rope and some matches on her.
Money on self: 250 dinks
Money in total: 1500 dinks