Post by ingrid on Jan 1, 2012 17:55:56 GMT -5
NAME: Ingrid Horkstump the Fourth
ALIAS: Ingrid
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Berk Resident
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
AMBITIONS:
SECRETS:
PERSONALITY: Ingrid is generally a very quiet girl. She isn't a huge fan of crowds and tends to avoid large groups. Her number of friends is really limited, preferring to usually be on her own or only with Montore. While she is more of a shy person around people she's unfamiliar with, she is quite the opposite with those she does know. She likes to joke around and make her friends laugh, really seeming more like an outgoing person around her friends.
Besides her shyness around strangers, Ingrid also has a problem with being lazy, not really liking to work more than she has to and pretty much does the bare minimum of things. She can be a real smart-ass as well, not afraid to talk back at someone and taunt them if they tick her off enough. She also doesn't mind standing up for her close friends and going off at whoever it is who was foolish enough to mess with her and her friends.
Another trait that she makes sure that everyone knows of is that she is not like your average girl. She practically despises the so-called 'normal' habits of young women, preferring to hang out with the guys and participating in their more dirty activities.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At first glance, Ingrid pretty much just seems like your average kind of girl. She stands at a nice height of 5' 7'' and her weight is pretty consistent at 132 pounds. Her dark brown hair is actually cut extremely short, looking more like a young boy's hair style. Her skin tone is a sort of light tan color, though it sometimes seems lighter than it normally is during the winter months. Her eyes are a light bluish-grey color with a faint hint of green in them around the pupil. There isn't really anything that makes her stick out in a crowd, except for maybe the burn mark she was on her left shoulder, though she usually has that covered up. Her dressing habits are a bit odd compared to other girls of her age. She hates wearing any kind of skirt, dress, or anything of that nature, always sticking with pants and some kind of short sleeved shirt. She has two leather straps that crisscross over her chest and back, creating a sort of 'X' shape. On her arms, she always has dark brown, leather bracelets wrapped around her wrists and forearms.
HISTORY: Ingrid was born in the summer, named after her grandmother because her eye color was similar to her grandmother's. As a young child, she was never really interested with playing with the other girls of her age, always choosing to play in the mud with the boys instead. Her parents always knew she was different and thought of her as a special girl, though they were oblivious to the real reason she chose such boyish activities. At the age of seven, her and a small bunch of her friends had been messing around with a Nightmare, having wanted to be able to tell the tale about how they were able to anger a Monstrous Nightmare and live to tell it.
Unfortunately, their little 'story' didn't go as planned. Having been teasing the poor thing and angering it beyond what they had intended to, the dragon had lashed out with its fire. For the others, they had gotten away with only a few singed hairs on their arms and head. Ingrid, though, had been caught in the shoulder with the fire, leaving behind a dark, sore burn that stretched from her left shoulder down to the the middle of her back along her spine. After that, Ingrid became very withdrawn from her friends, her trust and dependability vanishing after that. But, oddly enough, she hadn't become terrified of the creature that had so badly burned her like most people expected. In fact, she had learned to respect dragons even more and chose to spend time with them rather than with her family and friends that she kept.
As the years went by, she became more attached to the reptilian creatures that inhabited their world, learning what she could and eventually learning the language of the dragons. At the age of eleven, Ingrid had been spending one of her days alone in the woods, just enjoying the scenery and looking for any traces of wild dragons that could've possibly inhabited the area. What she found, though, had surprised the young viking. Eventually stumbling upon a small clearing, she found a grand Ambassador resting there, it's glistening pelt reflecting in the sun light with a deep, purple color. It took a few moments to find her wits, never having seen such a lovely creature in her life. At first, though, the great male Ambassador was very skittish about her, becoming very defensive. But, after a few hours, the male finally allowed her to get closer, where upon inspection she found it to be caught in some old fish net. Quickly helping it free, Ingrid was happy to set it free, but was saddened when it flew off, only giving her a thanks and his name; Montore.
After a few months, Ingrid had been out fishing, just trying to waist time when the flimsy dock she was resting on broke, dropping her into the water. With her arms desperately smacking the surface of the freezing sea water, she had been no doubt close to drowning until someone -- or something -- just snatched her out of the water. It took a few moments for her to drain out the water from her lungs once she was on firm ground and an even longer time to recognize her savior. Montore had gladly returned the favor of helping, receiving Ingrid's gratitude on a number of levels. For awhile, though, the Ambassador refused to stay in the village with her. But over the course of half a year, the two practically became inseparable, hardly ever leaving each others sides.
After just a little over a year since the two friends had met, Montore finally, and happily, agreed to stay with Ingrid as her companion and closest friend. She spent practically all her time with the dragon, always doing her daily chores and activities with him. But, from the day he saved her, she always took him fishing with her, forever terrified of getting close to the water without him.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: Father;: Meldun :: Mother;: Svala :: Younger Brother;: Thorkell
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Double-blade axe
DRAGON NAME: Montore
DRAGON TYPE: Ambassador
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Montore is a very loyal and respectful dragon, always being there for Ingrid when she needs him. He is somewhat of the opposite of her, always happy to share a conversation with strangers in hopes of an opportunity to make new friends. He also loves a good joke, always messing with his friends and occasionally playing little pranks on them. His temper is very mild thankfully, usually not easily upset unless his rider and close friend is somehow hurt physically and/or emotionally. With that in mind, he is very protective of Ingrid, especially after that scare of her almost drowning on the day he had returned to find her.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Montore is a very agile and quick flyer, always helping to create new tricks for him and Ingrid to enjoy together during their flights.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Vivian
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 3-ish
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
ALIAS: Ingrid
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Berk Resident
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
FEARS:
AMBITIONS:
SECRETS:
PERSONALITY: Ingrid is generally a very quiet girl. She isn't a huge fan of crowds and tends to avoid large groups. Her number of friends is really limited, preferring to usually be on her own or only with Montore. While she is more of a shy person around people she's unfamiliar with, she is quite the opposite with those she does know. She likes to joke around and make her friends laugh, really seeming more like an outgoing person around her friends.
Besides her shyness around strangers, Ingrid also has a problem with being lazy, not really liking to work more than she has to and pretty much does the bare minimum of things. She can be a real smart-ass as well, not afraid to talk back at someone and taunt them if they tick her off enough. She also doesn't mind standing up for her close friends and going off at whoever it is who was foolish enough to mess with her and her friends.
Another trait that she makes sure that everyone knows of is that she is not like your average girl. She practically despises the so-called 'normal' habits of young women, preferring to hang out with the guys and participating in their more dirty activities.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: At first glance, Ingrid pretty much just seems like your average kind of girl. She stands at a nice height of 5' 7'' and her weight is pretty consistent at 132 pounds. Her dark brown hair is actually cut extremely short, looking more like a young boy's hair style. Her skin tone is a sort of light tan color, though it sometimes seems lighter than it normally is during the winter months. Her eyes are a light bluish-grey color with a faint hint of green in them around the pupil. There isn't really anything that makes her stick out in a crowd, except for maybe the burn mark she was on her left shoulder, though she usually has that covered up. Her dressing habits are a bit odd compared to other girls of her age. She hates wearing any kind of skirt, dress, or anything of that nature, always sticking with pants and some kind of short sleeved shirt. She has two leather straps that crisscross over her chest and back, creating a sort of 'X' shape. On her arms, she always has dark brown, leather bracelets wrapped around her wrists and forearms.
HISTORY: Ingrid was born in the summer, named after her grandmother because her eye color was similar to her grandmother's. As a young child, she was never really interested with playing with the other girls of her age, always choosing to play in the mud with the boys instead. Her parents always knew she was different and thought of her as a special girl, though they were oblivious to the real reason she chose such boyish activities. At the age of seven, her and a small bunch of her friends had been messing around with a Nightmare, having wanted to be able to tell the tale about how they were able to anger a Monstrous Nightmare and live to tell it.
Unfortunately, their little 'story' didn't go as planned. Having been teasing the poor thing and angering it beyond what they had intended to, the dragon had lashed out with its fire. For the others, they had gotten away with only a few singed hairs on their arms and head. Ingrid, though, had been caught in the shoulder with the fire, leaving behind a dark, sore burn that stretched from her left shoulder down to the the middle of her back along her spine. After that, Ingrid became very withdrawn from her friends, her trust and dependability vanishing after that. But, oddly enough, she hadn't become terrified of the creature that had so badly burned her like most people expected. In fact, she had learned to respect dragons even more and chose to spend time with them rather than with her family and friends that she kept.
As the years went by, she became more attached to the reptilian creatures that inhabited their world, learning what she could and eventually learning the language of the dragons. At the age of eleven, Ingrid had been spending one of her days alone in the woods, just enjoying the scenery and looking for any traces of wild dragons that could've possibly inhabited the area. What she found, though, had surprised the young viking. Eventually stumbling upon a small clearing, she found a grand Ambassador resting there, it's glistening pelt reflecting in the sun light with a deep, purple color. It took a few moments to find her wits, never having seen such a lovely creature in her life. At first, though, the great male Ambassador was very skittish about her, becoming very defensive. But, after a few hours, the male finally allowed her to get closer, where upon inspection she found it to be caught in some old fish net. Quickly helping it free, Ingrid was happy to set it free, but was saddened when it flew off, only giving her a thanks and his name; Montore.
After a few months, Ingrid had been out fishing, just trying to waist time when the flimsy dock she was resting on broke, dropping her into the water. With her arms desperately smacking the surface of the freezing sea water, she had been no doubt close to drowning until someone -- or something -- just snatched her out of the water. It took a few moments for her to drain out the water from her lungs once she was on firm ground and an even longer time to recognize her savior. Montore had gladly returned the favor of helping, receiving Ingrid's gratitude on a number of levels. For awhile, though, the Ambassador refused to stay in the village with her. But over the course of half a year, the two practically became inseparable, hardly ever leaving each others sides.
After just a little over a year since the two friends had met, Montore finally, and happily, agreed to stay with Ingrid as her companion and closest friend. She spent practically all her time with the dragon, always doing her daily chores and activities with him. But, from the day he saved her, she always took him fishing with her, forever terrified of getting close to the water without him.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY: Father;: Meldun :: Mother;: Svala :: Younger Brother;: Thorkell
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Double-blade axe
DRAGON NAME: Montore
DRAGON TYPE: Ambassador
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Montore is a very loyal and respectful dragon, always being there for Ingrid when she needs him. He is somewhat of the opposite of her, always happy to share a conversation with strangers in hopes of an opportunity to make new friends. He also loves a good joke, always messing with his friends and occasionally playing little pranks on them. His temper is very mild thankfully, usually not easily upset unless his rider and close friend is somehow hurt physically and/or emotionally. With that in mind, he is very protective of Ingrid, especially after that scare of her almost drowning on the day he had returned to find her.
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Montore is a very agile and quick flyer, always helping to create new tricks for him and Ingrid to enjoy together during their flights.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Vivian
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 3-ish
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]Quietly sighing, Ingrid stared up at the soft blue sky that hung above her, watching as the whispy clouds swirled around. Ah, there was nothing better than to just be relaxing on such a warm, sweet-smelling day as this. The faint smell of flowers and pines filled the air as she took in a deep breath, the calming scents bringing a smile to her face. Lost in her own little world, the short-haired viking almost forgot about her friend that rested right beside her. "It can't get any better than this.", she sighed, turning her head to look at her scaly companion. It were days like these that she really appreciated the things she had and the world she lived in. The sights, the creature, all of it was just something amazing in itself. Closing her eyes for a moment, Ingrid blindly extended her arm towards the Ambassador, resting her hand on his smooth scales. "Wouldn't it just be wonderful if we could just stay like this forever?
"Aye, it would be.", Montore replied with a faint, content growl. Happily stretched he'd out on his stomach, the male reptilian watched the girl beside him with his large violet eyes, matching the glowing tint of his scales when they hit the sunlight. He always enjoyed spending these moments with Ingrid, the young female viking really being his one and only close friend. They told each other their secrets and pains, things hardly anyone else knew. And, it was that deep bond that he treasured so much. The connection they shared was unlike any thing he had ever experienced with anyone, and he never wanted to lose it. As he allowed his muscles to relax, Montore lightly shook his head, fiddling his scales and making a few stand up as he got himself comfortable. He was happy to hear the girl's laugh as she watched him, apparently finding it amusing whenever he puffed out scales. Faintly chuckling, the great ambassador let out a purr-like growl as he gently nudged her arm, happy to be here with his best friend.
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