Asvora

Asvora
Nickname: Asv by parents

Age: 14
Born to Thorvid the Hunter and Ingemar the Stitch on Berk on April 16^th

Female
Bisexual

Viking-in-Training

• Early morning usually before sunrise
  
• Making or mending cloths
  
• Having peace and quiet for a while
  
• Studing the flight patterns of dragons and birds

• Being bedridden for any reason
  
• Being outsmarted
  
• Getting sucked into a random fight or argument
  
• Pointless harming of dragons

• Paying attention to everything, especially training or other knowledgable facts
  
• Weaponary skills
  
• Tracking skills
  
• Quick thinker

• Easily gets irritated
  
• Can get off track
  
• Will get in the way of an attack
  
• Unable to use long-ranged weapons

• To one day fly
  
• Earn the rights to recieve a dragon
  
• Learning Dragonese
  
• Visit the whole Island of Berk

• Being within distance of fire
  
• Loosing her parents
  
• Becoming a drunk
  
• Being unable to see before she's lived her life

• She has started to loose her eyesight
  
• She drinks

Asvora's helpful and kind, doing her best to help around with anything when ever she visits the village. She doesn't take crap from anyone and knows when to give up or walk away from an argument. Asvora knows when she's been beat and when to just give up, keeping her from getting into trouble when hunting. Being skilled with a dagger and needle tend to have her smiling when she threatens others, no matter how harmless it may seem.

Vermilion hair flows down her 5'9 frame to rest past her thin waist. Her topaz eyes are complimented by her olive skin. Her lithe form is covered by a white long-sleeved shirt and calf length white skirt, a green apron dress suspeneded by brooches. Bandages are wrapped around her forearms and the ones on her feet are from heel to calf, leather strapped shoes covering her bare feet. A string necklace hangs from her neck, and a leather belt holds her daggers.

Born to Thorvid the Hunter and Ingemar the Stitch, Asvora had been born and raised on the outskirts of the village, as her parents’ preferred the quiet that the village couldn't offer. Not playing with the other children was fine for Asvora as she would rather follow and learn what her parents were doing then play. Because her knack for learning, Ingemar taught her to sew, while her Thorvid helped train her, until she was old enough to go on hunting trips with him. The training was harsh for a six year old but Asvora never complained. Her training earned her scars that healed as Thorvid stayed easy and avoided serious injuries.


Over the years she mastered hand-to-hand combat, learned to use daggers, and learned how to sew from scratch and meant clothing. It was when she was ten that something bad happened. Usually in her spare time, she spied on birds and dragons to watch them fly, drawing out their patterns and movements to learn. Having gotten new patterns during a hunting trip, Asvora sat by the fire to re-sketch them in the dark instead of wait the next day.


Not realizing she had sat closer to the fire then she attended that when she looked up at the call of her name, the blaze was close enough that the intense heat burned her eyes. Quick thinking on her father’s part had her head in a bucket of water to save her sight, it worked, but her sight had started to lose focus as she grew older.

A while after the incident and assuring that she was fine; they took her to the village where she saw the dragons and other children. Intrigued she questioned her parents and allowed her to participate in the dragon training when she was older. Asvora practiced whenever she could without having a dragon around to help her with what she would be learning.

Daggers

Hand-to-hand combat

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Winter

Asvora’s eye twitched as she stared at her dagger; the blade was not only chipped but broken in an odd way, broken in half both ways had a quarter of the metal in her free hand, not to mention the handle itself was cracked and appeared to have teeth marks in the wood. Scowling, she stormed toward the small house, yelling.

“Dad! Your dragon ate my dagger again!” Thorvid stuck his head out from the self-made forgery, the tall man's thick light brown hair falling a little past his broad shoulders. He grinned and shook his head with a chuckle as he walked out and met up with her.

"Let me see what they did now." Taking the dagger and broken piece to examine, Thor put both in one hand and patted Asvora on the head, "Don't worry, I'll get this fixed right up, until then why don't you go help your mother out."

"Alright." Letting out a light sigh, she smiled and jogged off to where she knew her mother would be. With pale blonde hair flowing down her back and blue eyes, Ingemar was beautiful in Asv's opinion.

Settling down in the grass besides her mother Asv picked up a needle and thread and went to work on mending the clothes pilled in front of them.