Amora Vigdis

[Amora Vigdis]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=width,414,btable][cs=2] Amora Vigdis "I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine. I've got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oo-wa-oh. Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oo-wa-oh..."-Natasha Bedingfield "I feel the wind in my hair, and it's whispering, telling me things, of a storm that is gathering near, full of power I'm spreading my wings. Now I'm leaving my worries behind, feel the freedom of body and mind. I'm starting my journey, I'm drifting away with the wind, I go! I am hunting high and low, diving from the sky above, looking for, more and more, once again! I'm hunting high and low, sometimes I may win, sometimes I'll lose, it's just a game that I play!"-Stratovarius [tr][cs=2][style=padding: 10 5 0 5; font-size:9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;] [style=text-align: center; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 16px; border-bottom: solid 2px #222222; margin-bottom: 4px; text-transform: center;]FULL NAME Amora Vigdis ORIGINS Amora started life in Berk with her mother and father, Bruinhilde and Laafi, and her older brother Gunnar, who was five at the time. Although their grandparents had already passed on to Hel's realm, and their extended family was scattered across Berk and Hysteria, they had a happy home life for eight glorious, nearly care-free years, despite the troublesome inner-family conflict due to their spread across warring peoples. Her father was a stern, powerfully built armor-smith, and kept them fed with the sweat of his dark, craggy brow, while their mother, considerably lighter in demeanor, appearance, and frame kept the home pleasantly domestic and well fed. When they weren't helping their parents around the house, they were tearing around the forests on the island, learning every secret they could about the trees and animals that lived there. It would be a rare thing indeed for there to be an area near the village that was not host to one of their play-time hidey-holes. This serene, enchanting existence was shattered by the unforgiving, blood-drenched grindstone of viking warfare. Their parents, knowing them to be capable, resourceful children, had left them to mind the home for a few days while they visited a injured uncle in his fishing hut on the other side of the island. As usual, they took care of business with gusto and a little friendly tussling for the expected time. Even when a few extra days had passed, they were unconcerned. After all, what if their uncle needed more help around the house than he had anticipated, and their mother wanted their father's company while she cared for the wounded man? It was only after two full weeks had passed with no word from anyone that Gunnar decided they would go and find out what their parents were up to. The trip to their Uncle Skol's home was an easy one, and they made good time on foot, having opted to view the whole thing as an adventure to drive off their thoughts of concern. What they found when they arrived was far darker than any imaginings of illness or incapacitation they had striven to avoid. Gunnar noticed it first, and his quick thinking saved Amora much hardship that might have scarred her young, vulnerable heart beyond repair. The over-abundance of flies gave him all the warning he needed, and her bade his younger sister to stay hidden while he explored the path ahead. She waited long into the night for his return, heeding his urgent plea for her to keep quiet and out of sight in a tree not far from the road. Even when an eerie red glow rose into the night in the spot where she knew the hut to be, accompanied by tendrils of greasy smoke and a low, ominous roaring, she remained silent. At dawn, Gunnar game back for her, covered in soot and grime, his faced streaked with tear trails cutting through the caked-on ash. While that morning he had only said that her mother and father had passed, and held her as she cried all the way home, later she learned that a Hysterian raiding party had ransacked the small camp and slain all they found inside. Gunnar, unwilling to abandon his sister to seek aide, or dishonor his parent's memory, had, working alone and unaided, turned the shattered dwelling into a grim funeral pyre. With their filial duty fulfilled, and surrounded by caring friends and neighbors, as well as some relations in the village, they began to rebuild their shattered lives. Determined not to be broken by their loss, they charged boldly into their respective futures, Gunnar taking a more martial path, while Amora opted to protect people in another way; namely, making sure they got back up when they were knocked down. Helga the Hag was certainly surprised when an eight-year old girl showed up outside her hovel one morning, begging to be taught the art of herbal healing. Apprentices were, for one, usually chosen from older stock, and even then were often among the people the Master already knew. She had only rarely seen this eager little thing when she was out gathering her herbs in the forest, or at various festivities throughout the year. She didn't even know her name. She soon learned it, and everything else about Amora. In the end, it was hard for the kindly, wrinkled old woman to say anything but yes to such a willing and determined pupil, especially one with such heartfelt reasons for becoming a healer. And so the young girl grew into the beginnings of a fine young lady under Helga's experienced, guiding hand. For eight years she worked hard and played harder, denying sadness and sorrow any real foothold in her life by living it with even more energy and zest than before. At first, she only assisted with menial tasks as Helga tested her skills and patience for an entire year. Then she began assisting with potion measurements and the preparation of materials during the following two. The two years after that she spent learning both the ropes of dragon-training and how to find the right ingredients in the wilds of Berk. It was most likely the will of the gods that lead her to choose Rooster as her dragon, for an amusing series of events led to his accidental inclusion in the batch of dragons meant for her and the other graduates that year. The night before, he had been stalking a particularly interesting firefly when he stumbled upon the village of Berk, and felt the urge to examine the holding pens that housed all the dragons the graduates were to choose from the next day. After nearly being immolated by a Monstrous Nightmare and getting knocked on the head by a Gronckle, he slipped backwards into the Deadly Nadder pen and did his best to blend in and avoid any fights. For the most part, the other dragons left him alone, so he curled up and went to sleep until the choosing ceremony, when he was rudely awakened by all the other Nadders shrieking and kicking at him. The bright sunlight was blinding, and he was still shaking the grogginess from his eyes when his head was seized and he was roughly dragged in front of a large group of young humans. He was clever enough to know that nobody was trying to kill him, and just then his tummy rumbled, so he poked his head among the graduates and sniffed around for something to munch on. He had just thrust his head against Amora's stomach to get her to move out of the way so he could get at the boy holding a half-eaten lamb shank when he felt the most heavenly scratching behind his frill. Amora had originally intended to try and find a Terrible Terror that was small and easy to keep when it came to space, and that she could treat like a scaly, winged, fire-breathing cat, but when one of the Nadders shoved his head into her like a friendly pony, she just couldn't resist the appealing nature of the beast. So she began scratching him behind the frill, and he did not move from that spot for the rest of the ceremony. In fact, he fell asleep standing up, and because of his weight and the fact that he was leaning forward, he wound up falling face first on top of Amora. A few of the menfolk got them back on their feet and the celebrations continued without any more ruckus, aside from the expected Viking variety. Initially, Rooster stuck around Amora because of how much attention and affection she lavished on him. After spending so much time alone, he was almost overwhelmed by it, and was never far from her side, even when it proved to be inconvenient for both of them. Eventually, she taught him to curl up around her little shack instead of trying to come in and sleep with her at night, and shortly after that, he dug his own burrow and dragged some rock slabs over it to make a solid, arched roof with. Over the next four years, they grew quite close and learned to look out for one another, Rooster forcibly carrying her away from dangerous situations she was to proud to back down from and Amora keeping his prying nose out of potentially harmful situations. Throughout all this time, up to the present, they spent whatever free moments they had in the woods together, romping around as Amora had done since she was a child. When not at play or sleeping, Rooster waited outside Helga's hut patiently while Amora learned more and more about her chosen craft, and eagerly joined her on herb gathering expeditions, his keener senses making the job even easier. Now, on the cusp of adulthood at age seventeen, and nearing the end of her time under Helga's tutelage, she is more determined than ever to seek out her future, and with Rooster, Gunnar, and Helga by her side, it is a sure bet that her ventures will meet with overwhelming success. GENDER & SEXUALITY Female, heterosexual OCCUPATION On the edge of Berk proper, facing the nearby forests, stands a lone, broken down house filled with drying mushrooms, ferns, berries, and other plant matter. In that house dwells Helga the Hag, a highly skilled herbal healer. Next to her home lies a small shack, also containing an herbalist, Amora, her apprentice. Amora's job, aside from tidying up Helga's home when the old woman is too tired to do it herself, has three distinct parts. Mostly, she gathers the ingredients she or her Master requires. She will also help in preparing the medicines and teas Helga trades in. On rare occasions, she will treat sick or injured villagers herself, largely when Helga thinks she might learn from it, the hurt is a minor one, or Helga is having a rough time of things due to her age. Amora is proficient at all of these tasks, though she does the best at collecting, as her experiences playing in the wilds of Berk allow her locate and collect necessary ingredients with great haste. TRAITS [/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] STRENGTHS: ▪ Excellent shot with a sling and thrown objects when stationary and unmolested, only average when harassed, distracted, or moving ▪ Above average (Apprentice) knowledge of herbal medicine, including poultices, brews, potions, steams, etc., as well as where to find and how to collect the ingredients properly. ▪ A high level of endurance and above average running speed, as well as agility. If vikings had gymnasts, she would be an excellent one. She has had plenty of trees and cliffs to practice moving around on, and continues to do so in her free time or when out looking for herbs, mushrooms, and the like. ▪ Above average knowledge of woodland survival and hunting, including how to set small traps, stalk small prey, find edible plant life, create shelter, and avoid predators. ▪ Able to ride her Nadder, Rooster, completely bareback, using her legs to lock around his midsection and pressure from them, or tugs on his horny frill, to steer when she has to.	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] WEAKNESSES: ▪ Her actual raw strength is very much below average; she has the muscle to move herself with speed and grace, but as far as sheer brawn, she is sorely lacking. ▪ She doesn't know the first thing about fighting, beyond how to get away from the enemy. ▪ She cannot take a great deal of physical punishment. Anything beyond serious scrapes and bruises becomes a major problem for her. ▪ On occasion, her bold nature can get the better of her, and she can over-estimate her abilities, resulting in a missed jump, bad bet, or foot-in-mouth disease.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] LIKES: ▪ Flying with Rooster ▪ Successfully treating an illness or wound ▪ Going on an acrobatic romp through the forests of Berk, especially with company ▪ Spending time with Gunnar, Helga, and Rooster	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] DISLIKES: ▪ Violence and bloodshed ▪ Losing, unless it's to someone she respects ▪ Being ignored ▪ Being alone for too long
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] FEARS: ▪ She is deathly afraid of spiders, to the point of it being a phobia. ▪ More than anything, she fears losing the people she cares about. She feels she has had enough of that for one lifetime. This is also closely associated with an absolute fear of open, bloody combat.	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] AMBITIONS: ▪ To excel at the art of herbal healing under the tutelage of Helga the Hag, and in so doing make sure that others do not lose their loved ones if at all possible. ▪ To enjoy her life as fully as possible, and to share that joy with her brother, Helga, Rooster, and all who she holds dear. ▪ To eventually settle down with a good husband and raise an exceptionally large family.
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▪ She still owns a small stuffed sackcloth Night Fury that she has had since she was a little baby, and sleeps with it regularly. It reminds her of her father and mother and is a security item she never was able to grow out of.
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If there was one phrase that encompassed all that Amora is, it would be "very much alive". It is hard to remain sedentary around someone so energetic and vibrant, or sad around someone so relentlessly cheerful. True, while this can really get on her fellow Viking's nerves, she rarely lets that get her down. She isn't exactly the biggest worrier when it comes to what people think of her or her actions anyway, unless they happen to hurt people. She's very much against doing that, unless, of course, they're a bully or someone else who deserves it.

It is, of course, the loss of her parents at a young age that drives her to keep this attitude even in the darkest of times, although it can become more of an act the blacker the situation becomes. Underneath the rapidly growing facade, a virulent sadness or rage will build, and she will suddenly snap if pushed to far. She already has an easily excitable personality, and these "eruptions" can happen if she is caught of guard and has no time to quell her natural "leap before you look" responses.

Alongside this unbridled energy and joy is a somewhat enlarged ego brimming with self-confidence, which sometimes gets her into trouble when her wits don't reign it in in time to avoid calamity. She's highly competitive and ready for a challenge, especially when it comes to something she's skilled in, and really hates losing or backing down, unless, of course, she admires the person she's losing to, like her brother or Helga.

All of this vim and vigor is channeled into a needle-hole focus when she goes to work as an herbal healer, and her normally rambunctious nature shrinks to a gentle bedside whisper and tender hands instead of nearly yelling and friendly tackles or roughhousing. She is almost impossible to distract and will be very brusque when being bombarded with information that does not concern helping her charges get well again.

Of course, what started her on the road to becoming a healer in the first place has also left a normally unseen wound, and there is a hurting, sorrowful side to her that only her brother and Rooster usually see. She rarely shows it, but happy families still cause her deep pain at times, and every so often a memory will put her in tears that she always tries hard to hide. It is this element of loss and pain that leads her to be as kind as she can, most of the time, for she knows the depths of hurting that a person can fall into, and she has a strong desire to keep other people from that harm.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

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Height: 5'

Weight: 102 Ilbs

Amora is a small, delicate looking young woman at first glance, but a closer inspection reveals that though her frame is small, she is wiry and possesses a surprising amount of muscle for her build. This is due to a lifetime of running, jumping, and climbing around Berk. Her golden hair is of medium length and is usually kept tied up, but it often comes partially loose due to her extremely active lifestyle, and falls lopsidedly over the right side of her face. Her left eye is ringed by a blue tattoo she thought would look good on a whim one day. (In actuality, she lost a bet, but wormed her way around it by making the required face tattoo look really good.) She is fair in complexion with nut brown eyes, and consistently has a large grin plastered across her face. Her movements are quick, expansive, and excited, and her high, sweet voice has a habit of running out before she has finished talking, so that it trails off into a squeak before she takes a deep breath and starts again.

Her usual clothing often involves some sort of simple, monotone dress with uncomplex borders and hems, usually of complimentary color. The dresses, unless for a special occasion, are usually made of tougher material that can handle her climbing rocks, trees, jumping off of them, and running around Berk. She keeps her dresses from billowing out around the waist by tying them close with a simple length of cord. She either goes barefoot or uses simple shoes made of hardened leather.

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WEAPON(S) OF CHOICE:

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▪ Sling, has two pouches to hold the stones for it, able to hold roughly a dozen each

▪ 6-inch bladed knife, with an extra-thick and wide blade for digging out tough roots or sawing through branches, this is more of a tool than a weapon[/div][/td]

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FIGHTING STYLE:

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▪ If she is absolutely forced to, she will use her weapons in self defense, but usually not with the intent to kill

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DRAGON NAME:

▪ Rooster

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DRAGON BREED:

▪ Deadly Nadder

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DRAGON DESCRIPTION & PERSONALITY:

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▪ Rooster is your average Deadly Nadder in appearance, but fairly unique in his behavior.

Rooster was always a peculiar, curious little (relatively) fellow, whose inquisitive nature led him to stray from his clutchmates and nest so often that he eventually became separated from them. After trying unsuccessfully to find them over the course of a few months, he shrugged off his losses and decided to strike out on his own. His incessant need to investigate strange new things got him into trouble as often as his wits and natural skill got him out of it. He lived alone like this for many years until he reached his full size, shortly after which he stumbled awkwardly into Amora's life.

Rooster, as said before, is an energetic, highly intelligent, incredibly inquisitive dragon, who has an obsession with examining news things with claws, teeth, nose, and eyes, until he is finally satisfied or too bored to continue. To this end, he is easy to distract if not kept on task by Amora, and because of this he usually requires fairly constant supervision unless he is asleep. He is also very friendly for a dragon, and tends to only become aggressive when harassed or threatened. Perhaps it is his way of dealing with growing up alone or unaided, or maybe he was born that way. Whatever the cause, he is more likely to tear open your pocket looking for a morsel of food than your belly for the same.

Like all Nadders, he loves attention, and will often bother someone, usually Amora, until he gets a good scratching or some baby talk, or perhaps a pat on the head. If ignored, he will become increasingly agitated to the point of spitting small amounts of flame unless he is chastised for throwing a hissy fit.

Aside from his genuinely pleasant demeanor and obsessive intellect, two other behavior quirks set him solidly apart from others of his breed. For one, every morning at dawn, unless he knows it would be unwise to reveal his location, he emits a series of deafening shrieks like the bird he was named after. While at first it was maddening, Amora and Helga have gotten used to it. Those unfortunate enough to live close by have yet to do the same.

He also has a very interesting way of communicating with humans. He pantomimes out what he needs to say in a highly exaggerated fashion, which is usually so comical that most don't even know he's trying to let them know something. Again, while Amora, Helga, and Gunnar can understand him most of the time(with Amora being the most capable of the three), the others that often come across him in their daily lives can still only barely understand what he is trying to do. This confusion has never once influenced him to try and use Dragonese to converse with humans, although he uses it all the time with other dragons. It is likely that he just finds his own special method of sharing information far more entertaining.

All this well-meaning quirk and oddity is fine and good, but when push comes to shove, it becomes very clear that Rooster didn't survive alone for so long on just his wits. If pressed, he can be an absolutely ferocious fighter, forsaking all his fun-loving attitude for a rampant bloodlust in defense of self and rider. For all his queer behavior, he is also a highly competent hunter who rarely goes home with an empty stomach.
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Steve the Drake

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[Amora Vigdis]

I'm not sure why, but the section on fighting style isn't showing up at all, and I have information there.

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Ogod so much text But i read through it all, and it's pretty good except a few things:

Recently we've been getting people who think there's more than one village on the island. So far in Canon this hasn't been proved, and it'd defeat the reason that Berk is a 'lonely' island in the middle of the sea. Anyone who lives out of the village probably wouldn't stray too far... Also, I don't think the family could extend to Hysteria, unless they acknowledge the feuds between the two islands. Hysteria has been Anti-dragon for 21 years, so there's that to consider.

You're missing one weakness out of the four minimum. Remember the strengths and weakeness can also include personality flaws/strengths! I think you should vary your weaknesses, you could sum all those three up with 'she's not a good fighter and can't defend herself' but that's up to you. It could be talent flaws, like for an example 'she has a hard time tying knots' or something Or perhaps in her healing job she has difficulty in a certain procedure? Similar things apply to strength too ^_^

I think once she becomes an apprentice and grows up, she'd be less inclined to be more running and jumping around, as she'd have to study very hard to be an accomplished healer, and not have much time left for running and jumping. Besides, would she still be as playful when she grows older?

With that said, if she is a healer, where does she get her muscles from? She's not like the villagers hoisting nets of fish to the storage room, or carrying sheep, heavy loads or even training in combat!

Dragonese exists on this site, though only humans learn it. Dragons are too proud to learn human, unless Rooster is mute or something and made up his strange sort of 'sign language', or the kids haven't learnt the language?

Just as a warning, the hidden 'depressing' side could be considered sueish if not done correctly, just a warning!!

And on an OOC side of things, could you change your display name to that of your character, and make your signature smaller, please. The max width is 500px, so it doesn't stretch the site

[Amora Vigdis]

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

Recently we've been getting people who think there's more than one village on the island. So far in Canon this hasn't been proved, and it'd defeat the reason that Berk is a 'lonely' island in the middle of the sea. Anyone who lives out of the village probably wouldn't stray too far... Also, I don't think the family could extend to Hysteria, unless they acknowledge the feuds between the two islands. Hysteria has been Anti-dragon for 21 years, so there's that to consider.

I think that might be because of the way some of the world-building on this site is written. I was under the impression that Berk had multiple villages and that there was a main village, also called Berk. I'll happily run through and edit that. As for the Hysterians, well, yes, they'd obviously clash, and I actually wanted to apply for a berserker villain from their family (not sure if cousin, uncle, or something more distant yet) later on.

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

You're missing one weakness out of the four minimum. Remember the strengths and weakeness can also include personality flaws/strengths!

Sorry! I didn't realize that those insertion points were all required to be filled, I'll fix that right away.

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

I think once she becomes an apprentice and grows up, she'd be less inclined to be more running and jumping around, as she'd have to study very hard to be an accomplished healer, and not have much time left for running and jumping. Besides, would she still be as playful when she grows older?

I know people older than her that are worse. As for having time to run and jump, I tried to explain that she does a lot of that when she's out searching for ingredients, or in the short amounts of spare time she has. After all, if it gets the job done faster, why not go parkouring off of logs and branches? I'll make that more clear then.

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

With that said, if she is a healer, where does she get her muscles from? She's not like the villagers hoisting nets of fish to the storage room, or carrying sheep, heavy loads or even training in combat!

I'm sorry, I'll try to be more clear that all her muscle is lean and comes from being physically active. Gymnasts can't lift fishnets, but they can certainly lift themselves. Also thank you for the mental image of Stoick lumbering around with an armful of big puffy white sheep.

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

Dragonese exists on this site, though only humans learn it. Dragons are too proud to learn human, unless Rooster is mute or something and made up his strange sort of 'sign language', or the kids haven't learnt the language?

I'll make it more clear that this odd form of communication is pretty much just Rooster being Rooster, as he uses Dragonese to speak with other dragons anyway.

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

Just as a warning, the hidden 'depressing' side could be considered sueish if not done correctly, just a warning!!

Agreed. Don't worry, I'm writing her (occasional and within reason) grief based on what I know actual grief feels like, not "OH NO GUYS PAY ATTENTION MY PARENTS ARE DEEEEAAAAAD IT'S SO TRAGIC ARE YOU GUYS PAYING ATTENTION YET?"

Jul 19, 2013 13:59:18 GMT -5 REDKITEBAIT said:

And on an OOC side of things, could you change your display name to that of your character, and make your signature smaller, please. The max width is 500px, so it doesn't stretch the site

I could've sworn I fixed that signature last night...harumph. So if I make another character, I make another account? Makes sense to me, I guess.

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Looks great now, have fun RPing!

Please:
1. Link your profile to your signature.
2. Add yourself to the MEMBER DIRECTORY
3. Add your FC/PB to the LIST if you need to.
4. Add yourself to the POPULATION.
5. Get SCHEMING!