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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:27 pm
Name: ???
Race: ???
Gender: female
Name: Sanngrior
Meaning: Very Violent/ Very Cruel
Race: Valkyrie
Gender: Female
Occupation: Valkyrie
Abilities:
Likes: Her sisters, Her Lord. Skull crushing.
Dislikes: Dithering around, mercy, cowardice, people.
Personality: No nonsense, dry humoured, tactless. She’s not going to win any personality contests. Sann can have the attitude of a bull in a china shop. All problems can be solved with force and all enemies will reveal secrets with a little persuasion. (Not the verbal kind)
Despite her gung ho attitude she is faithful, dedicated and thorough in her job. She will follow her sisters to the ends of the earth and protect her lord at all costs.
Mercy is for the weak >> to quote Karate Kid
History: ??
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 12:46 pm
the fifth month in the mortal year of 2012
The cry pierced through the silence of the night, not a scream of pain or anguish, it was a more primal sound a roar, a battle cry. The inhabitants and guests of the inn woke, eyes wide with fear at the sound that echoed through its halls. Silence followed, almost as though nothing had happened. In a room in the eves of the old building a young woman sat bolt upright in bed breathing deeply, her eyes fixed straight ahead. The cry had come from her, somewhere deep within her.
Beside her a man scrabbled for clothes, frightened by the howl and the wild look in her eyes.
"W-w-what the hell." He stuttered, grabbing his things in his arms.
The woman's head snapped round to stare at him, there was anger in her eyes, bloodlust. He swallowed and made a sharp retreat, slamming the door behind him. As quckly as the rage had overtaken her it faded, she was left, staring at peeling wallpaper wondering who she was, where she was and what she was doing.
Everything was gone.
She took in the room, the peeling paper on the wall, the light that no longer worked, lumpy matress, dirty comforter. Numbly she pushed the cover back and stood, there was something within her, a hunger though for what she did not know.
The night was silent again, snow fell past the window, floating peacefully to the ground below. The young woman who could not remember her name scanned the room with eyes of ice blue. There were clothes on the floor, her's they were simple, trousers, a shirt, boots. Efficient clothes, practical. She walked over to the cracked mirror resting against the wall in the corner of the room. A shaft of moonlight shone through the window, casting a glow across her form. Her skin was pale, not used to the sun, her form toned and muscular, there were scars, silver lines cossing her legs and arms. She studied her naked body as if it would tell her the answers to the questions in her mind.
It didn't, she turned away and grabbed the clothes, pulling them on slowly. The room felt small all of a sudden, claustrophobic, she needed to be somewhere, not that she knew where. On the desk in the room she found a gun and a dagger she stared at them for a moment and looked to the door again. What could be out there that would warrent such weapons?
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