Post by ameliaflower on Mar 31, 2011 17:44:02 GMT -5
NAME: Astheal
ALIAS: Danger
AGE: 13
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Viking In-Training
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES: Feminism, fighting, racking males with various blunt objects, fighting, fettuccini alfredo, fighting, cooking well and eating good food, any type of meat, fighting, blacksmithing, moving around heavy objects for no reason, fighting, threatening boys, and fighting. Oh, and she likes to fight, too.
DISLIKES: Sexism, vegetarians(she often tries to trick them into eating meatloaf), raisins(can't stand them), all types of veggies, cages, things in cages, copycats, ignorance, authority figures, authority in general, boys, girls, sycophants, not having anything to do.
STRENGTHS:
*She is incredibly strong, stronger than a good number of full-grown men.
*She can forge weapons and armor, but likes claymores the best.
*She can be extremely intimidating.
*She can see right into a person, and most are unsettled by her uncanny ability to know what they are thinking.
WEAKNESSES:
*She is mortally afraid of sirens. They may or not be real, but at any haunting song that sounds like that of a siren, she will freeze up and not be able to move.
*She is stubborn and proud, unable to accept that she's wrong. Even if hard evidence stares her right in the face, she will deny it.
*She hates boys and despises girls, and so companions in her life are rather... sparse.
*Sometimes she will collapse without warning or reason, be it in the middle of battle or talking to her boss or crewing a ship.
FEARS:
*Cages
*Paralysis
*Sirens
*Society
AMBITIONS:
*To be a Grand Champion... somewhere..
*To have her name strike terror into the hearts of foes
*To make the ultimate sword/armor
*To be wealthy
SECRETS:
*She once actually had a boyfriend
*She has killed before
PERSONALITY: An extreme feminist and aiming to prove it, she's ready to set upon any sexists with her trusty iron rod. Most boys steer clear of her, knowing she is quick to anger and slow to calm, and girls do the same for similar reasons. Because of this she became known as 'Danger', since at her approach teens would stop their conversations with "Danger! Danger!" or "Hold off, this ground is dangerous!" She is fairly attractive, but any advances on her are rebuked. Violently. Among the older veterans she is like a shared grandchild, and she is more than willing to learn from them. They watch her warmongering pursuits with amusement, and she has been the foundation of a lot of inside jokes. She exists in battle the way a fish exists in water, a bird in air. She loves fighting, which is one of the reasons she purposely gets of people's bad sides, but everyone us hesitant to allow themselves into it as she can do serious injury, even with training weapons. She likes really big things, and her weapons are usually as tall, if not taller, than she is. At times, people will just be so complacent with trying to avoid a fight with her that she will come out directly and say "Let's have a fight!", at which point everyone will suddenly remember something very important that they have to do and flash away. This has left her slightly depressed, as such invitations are the only way she knows how to make friends, and it has never succeeded.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Her hair is an incredible array of brown shades, from light copper to deep chocolate, layered randomly and integrated beautifully. She wears gloves a lot, so her nails are quite long, and long hours of working in a blacksmith's shop have left her fit and with a slightly athletic build. She loves to collect furs, bones, teeth, claws, etc., and often decorates herself with them instead of the standard leather viking attire. Of course, walking around with a skull around her neck doesn't really help improve her 'friendly' image. Her eyes are steel-gray.
HISTORY: Born on a ship to pauper parents, she grew up in raging seas and abuse. Her father beat her mother regularly, like most couples on the ship, and she was introduced to male domination far too early. When she was old enough to wrap her head around the concept, she found that she didn't like it at all. Her father had usually left her alone, but when she stood up for her mother she was thrashed without mercy. This only fueled her. On deck, she refused any order that was given to her, and below she rebelled against her father. One night her beating went too far, and her mother intervened. Her father was in a drunken rage, and before Astheal knew what was happening her mother was dead. She screamed and snapped the leg off a table and drove it through her father, killing him slowly. She stood there for thirty seconds, horrified at what had happened, then bolted, shoving aside those that had come to see what the noise was about and throwing herself overboard, swimming desperately for the land a few miles away. Through exhausted insanity she heard a sad song, and the ship's legends told her that they were sirens. Nearly unconscious and mentally unstable, it infused in her a terrible fear. She reached it half-dead, and was taken in by the Hooligans and healed by a gentle herbologist family. Shortly afterward she fell in love with their son, the gentle and caring Sovelas Oak-Heart, who helped her overcome her shunning of boys. An earthquake claimed Sovelas and his entire family, which sent Astheal's entire therapy progress down the drain, turning her once again into a bitter, anti-male rebel. She never had any real parents, but the duty was split between the old veterans in town. Her rebellious nature kicked in almost immediately, and she has trouble following orders, though she's completely fine with following veterans' battle instructions, which she picks up with ease and grace. She apprenticed herself to the blacksmith to earn an income, and splits her free time between hunting and processing her game. She lives in a self-built hut outside the village that she furnishes with fur that she's caught herself.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: None
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Either a claymore or an iron rod the size of a claymore
DRAGON NAME: None
DRAGON TYPE: N/A
DRAGON PERSONALITY: N/A
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: N/A
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********
ALIAS: Danger
AGE: 13
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Viking In-Training
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES: Feminism, fighting, racking males with various blunt objects, fighting, fettuccini alfredo, fighting, cooking well and eating good food, any type of meat, fighting, blacksmithing, moving around heavy objects for no reason, fighting, threatening boys, and fighting. Oh, and she likes to fight, too.
DISLIKES: Sexism, vegetarians(she often tries to trick them into eating meatloaf), raisins(can't stand them), all types of veggies, cages, things in cages, copycats, ignorance, authority figures, authority in general, boys, girls, sycophants, not having anything to do.
STRENGTHS:
*She is incredibly strong, stronger than a good number of full-grown men.
*She can forge weapons and armor, but likes claymores the best.
*She can be extremely intimidating.
*She can see right into a person, and most are unsettled by her uncanny ability to know what they are thinking.
WEAKNESSES:
*She is mortally afraid of sirens. They may or not be real, but at any haunting song that sounds like that of a siren, she will freeze up and not be able to move.
*She is stubborn and proud, unable to accept that she's wrong. Even if hard evidence stares her right in the face, she will deny it.
*She hates boys and despises girls, and so companions in her life are rather... sparse.
*Sometimes she will collapse without warning or reason, be it in the middle of battle or talking to her boss or crewing a ship.
FEARS:
*Cages
*Paralysis
*Sirens
*Society
AMBITIONS:
*To be a Grand Champion... somewhere..
*To have her name strike terror into the hearts of foes
*To make the ultimate sword/armor
*To be wealthy
SECRETS:
*She once actually had a boyfriend
*She has killed before
PERSONALITY: An extreme feminist and aiming to prove it, she's ready to set upon any sexists with her trusty iron rod. Most boys steer clear of her, knowing she is quick to anger and slow to calm, and girls do the same for similar reasons. Because of this she became known as 'Danger', since at her approach teens would stop their conversations with "Danger! Danger!" or "Hold off, this ground is dangerous!" She is fairly attractive, but any advances on her are rebuked. Violently. Among the older veterans she is like a shared grandchild, and she is more than willing to learn from them. They watch her warmongering pursuits with amusement, and she has been the foundation of a lot of inside jokes. She exists in battle the way a fish exists in water, a bird in air. She loves fighting, which is one of the reasons she purposely gets of people's bad sides, but everyone us hesitant to allow themselves into it as she can do serious injury, even with training weapons. She likes really big things, and her weapons are usually as tall, if not taller, than she is. At times, people will just be so complacent with trying to avoid a fight with her that she will come out directly and say "Let's have a fight!", at which point everyone will suddenly remember something very important that they have to do and flash away. This has left her slightly depressed, as such invitations are the only way she knows how to make friends, and it has never succeeded.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Her hair is an incredible array of brown shades, from light copper to deep chocolate, layered randomly and integrated beautifully. She wears gloves a lot, so her nails are quite long, and long hours of working in a blacksmith's shop have left her fit and with a slightly athletic build. She loves to collect furs, bones, teeth, claws, etc., and often decorates herself with them instead of the standard leather viking attire. Of course, walking around with a skull around her neck doesn't really help improve her 'friendly' image. Her eyes are steel-gray.
HISTORY: Born on a ship to pauper parents, she grew up in raging seas and abuse. Her father beat her mother regularly, like most couples on the ship, and she was introduced to male domination far too early. When she was old enough to wrap her head around the concept, she found that she didn't like it at all. Her father had usually left her alone, but when she stood up for her mother she was thrashed without mercy. This only fueled her. On deck, she refused any order that was given to her, and below she rebelled against her father. One night her beating went too far, and her mother intervened. Her father was in a drunken rage, and before Astheal knew what was happening her mother was dead. She screamed and snapped the leg off a table and drove it through her father, killing him slowly. She stood there for thirty seconds, horrified at what had happened, then bolted, shoving aside those that had come to see what the noise was about and throwing herself overboard, swimming desperately for the land a few miles away. Through exhausted insanity she heard a sad song, and the ship's legends told her that they were sirens. Nearly unconscious and mentally unstable, it infused in her a terrible fear. She reached it half-dead, and was taken in by the Hooligans and healed by a gentle herbologist family. Shortly afterward she fell in love with their son, the gentle and caring Sovelas Oak-Heart, who helped her overcome her shunning of boys. An earthquake claimed Sovelas and his entire family, which sent Astheal's entire therapy progress down the drain, turning her once again into a bitter, anti-male rebel. She never had any real parents, but the duty was split between the old veterans in town. Her rebellious nature kicked in almost immediately, and she has trouble following orders, though she's completely fine with following veterans' battle instructions, which she picks up with ease and grace. She apprenticed herself to the blacksmith to earn an income, and splits her free time between hunting and processing her game. She lives in a self-built hut outside the village that she furnishes with fur that she's caught herself.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: None
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Either a claymore or an iron rod the size of a claymore
DRAGON NAME: None
DRAGON TYPE: N/A
DRAGON PERSONALITY: N/A
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: N/A
KEYWORD IN RULES: *********