[NAME]:Solveig Snærblod [MEANING]:From an Old Norse name which was derived from the elements sól "sun" and veig "strength". [GENDER]:Female
[TEMPER]:Rash [PERSONALITY]:She's a big girl and she knows it! Through strength and determination, she's risen up to be the powerful warrior she knew she was capable of being. Cunning tricks are for those that are smaller. Weaker. Brute strength and the mentality of "ask questions later" have won this hard working gal a place with the top fighters. Those that work equally as hard as she does have her utmost respect, like her Queen. Those that try to cheat their way to the top can be sure they'll get a taste of her fangs and claws if she finds out. Though she suspects she could take on and challenge her Jarl for the honor of that title, Solveig is quite contempt to stay where she's at. While fighting to be the best could easily interest her, she's quite satisfied being at the level she currently maintains. Leadership is something she knows she still has to learn more patience for. And patient Solveig is not. Why must she wait for one to take their sweet time mapping out the terrain of prey she could hunt? The rabbit is THERE. She will just take it NOW. Strategizing is not something she comprehends, yet another reason she is happy to be a Herse to serve her Jarl and Queen.
[ROLE]:Herse
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Use your head! - Solveig is not known for thinking before she acts, which could get her into some trouble. So far she's managed not to embarrass herself in front of her Jarl or Queen, but someones bound to call her out on her foolhardiness!
Power Play - While Solveig is quite happy to remain a Herse, there are others that aren't so happy, or maybe someone that thinks they can do a better job at it than she? Solveig worked hard to get where she's at and is not about to let someone try to undermine that. I'd love for her to have a few run ins with those that want to challenge her and designate themselves as 'stronger' than she is!
War-band Ahoy! - I would loooove for Solveig to be part of a smaller war-band that is perhaps a little bit of a troublesome group? Perhaps they tend to take more risks while out and about? Or are the more hotheaded group!
Jarls and Ráðningar - She has no immediate intention of trying to rise up and fight to gain more power, but it's a possibility. However she wouldn't mind having talks with her sisters or others of the tribe as to why she doesn't currently seek it! I'd also love for someone to suggest she look into the possibility of being a Ráðningar, as she may enjoy this rank! (the choice will mostly depend on where her plots take her though!)
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yessssss! *u*
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:You are part of a war-band! Are you a leader or a follower? If you are a leader, what type are you? Do you bully those inferior to you, leading them with an iron paw? Or are you a supportive leader who aims to better your comrades? If you are a follower, how do you feel? Do you hate being told what to do? Do you aspire to take over the war-band? Or do you prefer to be in the shadows of others, supporting them? [RESPONSE]: Solveig stared almost boredely at her war-band leader, who was talking sooo slooow. Her ears were flattened and it was taking almost all her concentration not to roll her eyes. She really wanted things to hurry up and get going!
Not that she had any interest in being said leader.
Oh Gods no! Solveig shook her head suddenly at the mere thought. No, she was no were near ready to take on such a role! That was something that Yrsa could do (and was doing as Queen). Hell, even little Sigrún could do it for all she currently cared. Solveig was satisfied with where she stood in the pecking order of things.
Unlike her sister. Poor Sigrún. Solveig did roll her eyes at that. Her youngest sister had potential, yes. But she was probably aiming for something a little too high for her level of... experience. Was that the right word? No, that didn't feel-
"Oh thank Olfattir! Bout time we got goin'!" She growled with a huge grin, digging her claws into the ground beneath. "Let's go already!"
Yeah. Her sisters could have the 'powerful' ranks. She just wanted to fight something. THAT was what she was good at.
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BluebirdsFlyAcrossTheSky...
[USERNAME]:Kyrieko
[NAME]:Dagrún Snærblod (would be the same for mare 1 too!) [MEANING]:derived from the Old Norse elements dagr "day" and rún "secret lore". [GENDER]:Female
[TEMPER]:Devoted [PERSONALITY]:Blessed with a sweet and affectionate sort of aura around her, Dagrún enjoys serving her tribe and Yppersteprest. She will always make time for those that come to her, wishing for prayers to be said or have blessings bestowed on them. She quite enjoys being there to bless the union of hoof/paw between those lost in true love! And being witness to new life brought into the world. Foals were such amazing things, starting out so fragile and small. Only to grow up into the powerful jarl's and herse's. Dagrún herself is not much of a fighter, being a little on the petite side. Her passion is in the work she does for the Gods and the comfort she knows it brings her tribe.
[ROLE]:Hóvgyðiur (Temple Priestess)
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Blessing Requests - Anyone and everyone that would like to receive blessings of any sort! Blessings for Valhalla, for their children, for a binding to become one. Ask her, she'll be happy to do it!
I'm thinking she will be put to the test in her beliefs, maybe meeting someone of another religion? Since she is only a temple priestess, she'll be a little more gullible but ultimately knows that in her heart, she has the utmost faith in her Queen and the blood of her tribe.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:100% Yes!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Your eldest sister is next in line to be Queen. She will rule over the Tribe until she dies or decides to step down. There is much celebration to be had within the caverns! Are you happy for her? Envious? Angry? Do you partake in the festivities or leave the caverns upset? [RESPONSE]: Yrsa was going to be queen?! Hail Thor! Dagrún was exceptionally excited for her older sister, practically vibrating with it. Oh she would make a fine Queen! Yrsa was certainly cut out for it, in her opinion. Not that she didn't love all her sisters. But Yrsa had that... aura about her. That sense of leadership that Dagrún certainly lacked. She was quite happy with being a simple hóvgyðiur. It suited her nature nicely. And allowed her to bring joy to others of her tribe.
Dagrún sighed with a little envy. Yrsa and even Sága had that leadership quality to them. And another sister had that strong fighter mentality. Then there she was. The smallest of the sisters (though she could hold her own quite nicely in a fight, thank you very much!) and not very much interested in all the battles and fighting. In that sense, she greatly looked up to Sága, her Yeppersteprest. But Yrsa. She was her idol. Yrsa had everything that Dagrún felt she lacked. And yet... it didn't bother her all that much. Only made her supper in Yrsa that much stronger.
Because Yrsa would be the best Queen! Dagrún was certain of this. And she prayed to the Gods that they would watch over her and bless Yrsa with their wisdom and strength to take care of their great herd.
Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 3:32 pm
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[USERNAME]: Fatal Irony
[NAME]: Lady Eydís Snærblod [MEANING]: Derived from the Old Norse elements ey "good fortune" or "island" and dís "goddess". [GENDER]: Female
[TEMPER]: Cold [PERSONALITY]: Eydís highly favors order and discipline, expecting everyone around her to show the proper respect to those above or below them. There is a clear chain of command and she expects you to follow it without question. She commands respect wherever she goes and in her wake is a mingling of fear and respect. She does not tolerate foolishness or actions that put oneself or others at risk. The Tribe is only as strong as its weakest link, and so she seeks to educate and train wherever she sees it needed. She commands with an iron claw, brooking no argument with her orders. She is stubborn and prideful, believing herself to be blessed by the Olmattir. She can be seen as cruel for her harsh punishments, but she does what she does out of love of her Tribe and the desire to better everyone around her. She may seem cruel, but she is also fair and will often punish a group for the mistake of one, to build camaraderie and help others learn to lead their peers and get each other in line without her need to.
[ROLE]: Dreng, Thegn, Huskarl, something in this vein. She will aspire to rise in rank and take charge, it just depends on how high up you want them all to start.
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: 1. I want to get a squad together and actually go on patrol, perhaps run into some sort of situation that requires teamwork. Perhaps a goat trapped on a cliff in a storm, someone falling through ice or down a crevasse, or maybe meeting some sort of predator. Whatever the issue, Eydís will have to take charge and bark orders to be obeyed, all to the benefit of the group.
2. Eydís would also like to take part in training, so perhaps some young adults who need to be whipped into shape and taught to work as a unit. I see her as sort of a drill instructor, and she'll be fairly hard on them, but only in order to build them up and make them stronger.
3. A softer side: Eydís may be a hard-a** when it comes to training and missions, but she isn't completely heartless - quite the opposite! She just has trouble showing her feelings. I'd like someone in the herd to see her in this light, maybe catching her creating a piece of art, or singing (she has a lovely singing voice), or something. This might completely change that soq's opinion of her to the better and perhaps change their behavior towards Eydís.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: Yes
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: Prompt 3 - Your eldest sister is next in line to be Queen. She will rule over the Tribe until she dies or decides to step down. There is much celebration to be had within the caverns! Are you happy for her? Envious? Angry? Do you partake in the festivities or leave the caverns upset? [RESPONSE]: Eydís entered the main cavern in a line with her many sisters, the eldest at the helm of their little band - the guest of honor. There were so many noisome celebrations down every path the mare looked down, disorderly shouting and chanting and singing all in the name of her sister. She stood straighter, her head held high with pride to be part of it all. She, blessed of the Olmattir, sister to the Queen, would command much respect among the herd. She would do all she could to earn that respect.
She also made a silent vow to do all she could to support her sister. Being a Queen certainly was no easy task and she would need her sisters' support no more than ever. Eydís would rise in the military ranks and be her guiding force on that front if she could. She wouldn't let her sister fall from grace, not ever.
She shook her head to clear it, though soon enough it would be murky again. They'd reached the main celebration and libations were already being passed around. Eydís would maybe not remember this night so clearly, but she would remember her vows in her heart she knew. She let a rare smile brighten her face as she watched her sister take her rightful place and let the warmth of pride wash over her.
Done as much as I can manage. Sorry if it's not that great I've re-written quite a few times.
BluebirdsFlyAcrossTheSky... [USERNAME]:Yumitoko II
[NAME]: Blót Ursidae Snærblod [MEANING]: Blót - Sacrifice (to or for the gods) Ursidae - name of family bears are in (bear's family class) [GENDER]:Female
[TEMPER]: Bloodthirsty [PERSONALITY]: Blót is a mare who is passionate about her heritage, while she considers herself blessed to be of the Snæreblod tribe and a younger sister to the queen she does not like to be babied or have a silver spoon placed in her mouth (nor does she expect it). Blót has always felt that she should prove herself worthy of her blood through her work, she strives to be the best she can be and sees the sacrifice of her time for her family's safety to be a small price to pay.
Her relationship with the gods is important to her not only for herself but also for her family in blood and in spirit. The gods are like her extended family, while she may not be chummy with all of them, she dedicates each month to atleast one god and one goddess to commune with and give gifts. In her earlier years this was the better way for her to establish her relationships with them.
She is a little bit sombre at times, because often she is in deep thought about what the gods are telling the sisters, she believes that they speak to them all, but their signs can be subtle and sometimes hard to understand. She secretly loves a little company in Hjordheim when she is working on easy tasks but will often require privacy with more difficult tasks.
She loves all of her sisters equally in her own way, she knows that they are not the cuddly types but she will always have a soft spot for them even if she only rarely shows it. She'd sooner give her own life than let her sisters fall.
[ROLE]: Seidmadhr or Blótgyðiur, I like the völva roles and would like initiation RP. [FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Teach me Blót will have lessons with her sister about being a priestess, this would be over many sessions and a lot of practice would have to go into it.
The taste of blood when it hits your lips Blót usually feeds on creatures other than soquili but won't say no when her sister offer her a leg to gnaw on. I would like her to gain a taste for soquili blood, even sneaking into where the Thrall are to have a little taste. It's possible that her bloodlust might become a little bit of an addition, maybe her sisters could help her control it or maybe she'd pay a Jarl to bring her a blood bag (soquili) with their war-band.
Almost an apprentice but always a slave I would like for her to have a Thrall at her side that she may favour over the others, this Thrall wouldn't be a romantic partner, just someone to help her with her daily tasks and someone who would do it right.
No secrets would be passed on to them and she would never explain her actions to them, it is more than likely she'd shut them in a pen when she's done with them.
Grizzly Just Like Me I think Blót would do well with someone grizzly like her, maybe she'd meet a bear from another tribe and become friends or possibly mortal enemies. Yrsa might laugh at this scratch up, if they were to become enemies as she would not see them as a threat to the herd overall but would make sure that the other grizzly was kept from their lands and her sister after the encounter.
Back Plots - Sister's coronation It would be nice to actually back-rp this, the festivities would be fun and who knows what might happen. Maybe she'll only be a wee one at this time though.
SNOW FIIIGGGGHHHHT I would love to have a snow fight amongst the sisters. See what damage they can really do!
What do you want to be? • Back plots with the sisters would be nice, even if it was so simple as them talking about what they want to be when they grow up.
We're going on a bear hunt • Blót joins a war-band as a young Dreng, on patrol of their outskirts she feels the thrill of confronting a trespasser!
On the wrong path *I want Blót to be convinced by the gods that she's on the wrong path at some point of her life with brute force or an accident and become a recluse völva.
Be cautious now • Blót will realise her potential as a völva when talking to her sister the Yppersteprest about her experiences but her sister will warn her of this path and what it entails as it is not like anything she has encountered before.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:AYE, I SWEAR BY MY BLOOD AND BY THE OLFATTIR AS MY WITNESS.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: 3, 4 [RESPONSE]:
Prompt #3 Wrote: Your eldest sister is next in line to be Queen. She will rule over the Tribe until she dies or decides to step down. There is much celebration to be had within the caverns! Are you happy for her? Envious? Angry? Do you partake in the festivities or leave the caverns upset?
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Blót sat in the depths of Hjordheim when she was told the news, she couldn't believe it. Her heart began to pound with pride,"tha's ma sister. Queen ye say? Fancy." This would mean she's expecting a coronation gift, Blót's ears perked up with determination, and a rolling roar of a voice boomed from her chest,"RIGHT!" A sudden exclamation which made the Thrall stumble in surprise. There was pure terror on the Thrall's face as they could not tell whether she was angry or not. Blót smiled,"is that it", she said in a concise low voice. The Thrall nodded nervously, their words escaping them and so she dismissed the Thrall back to their quarters and sat for a moment in echoing silence, her previous words had now began to fade and ring off into the distance.
She herself was not close to her sister now she'd grown older, Yrsa was the next in line so she was always at the front of the action, never a day when she was not all tooth and claw to prove that she was worthy to be the next in line. She was always in awe of her sister's determination, it had all paid off, she would now rule to the lands. Blót missed old times but she did have fond memories of times gone by. Yrsa had always been very encouraging when she was a child and made slides of ice and snow for her to play on when she was young'un. Yrsa was always of the snow you could not separate her for it for it was in her blood.
It was all well and good her sister becoming queen, she would consider it a betrayal of thoughts to be envious of her sister, but what could a queen possibly want? She did not know this answer for herself but she certainly knew who was closest to Yrsa, Sága. Blót shook her self off and picked up a torch, before she could celebrate she had to sort this out. She was off to see the ever wiser Sága for her advice and if all else failed she'd sought help from Sigrún, she would probably love to help as it would be yet another opportunity for the younger sister to prove herself.
She knew not of how it would feel to address her oldest sister as queen or if their relationship would again change further, all she could do is try her best for her and as ever even amuse her some like old times. She slumped into the shadows with only the torch lighting her face, at the opening of the cave she inhaled the cold air, never had she felt so proud.
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Blót sat in the opening of Hjordheim admiring the snow, today she was allowed some free time to do as she wished. Often she'd word her self into the ground so this opportunity was rare for her. Other herd members went on with their business, some Karl's nodded at her, bringing in big carcasses for the Queen and Bæcestre to inspect. Often the queen got first pick of the goods and Karl's were expected to have the selection ready before she woke. Sometimes they'd even bring the food in live if she felt like it, it was rare but on her sister's good days she'd give the prey a head start in the running other days she wanted them freshly slaughtered for her pleasure and still warm when in the mouth.
Blót snapped out of her haze, dawn had already broke through the clouds, it was early spring, the wolverines had begun to dig their burrows, she could taste them already. Sure she liked the meats from the Karls she was acquainted with but there was just so much more satisfaction in catching them herself. She smiled to herself and understood why her sister liked to sometimes give her prey a head start, her sister would always find some entertainment in it, a morning run and food all at the same time, watching her sister chase the poor prey was exhilarating to say the least.
Blót laughed,"patetiskt djur (pathetic creatures)", she shook her mane aside and began to bound away from Hjordheim,"poor poor souls, doomed to die afore thay stairt." That was the life of a predator and the prey. She was thankful for their sacrifice, even if they didn't always make it easy.
Blót's own choice of weapon was long spear, she wasn't the best at using it but it did give her a little more range if her enemies were just a bit faster and it sure saved her the trouble of sticking her paws down a burrow.
After a little while of traveling Blót stopped on a spot where she knew there would be burrowing animals. The mare hopped on the ground and listened for any stirring under the soft snow, she knew they were somewhere because she could smell them. "Come oot mah wee pets, a'm wantin' to play ", she spoke as gentle as she could looking round to see if there was any movement in the baron snow lands. A small scuttling sound was herd from her side, she quickly swung round and stabbed into the burrow,"tha's it, git ye." She yanked the spear from the snow to pull out a male wolverine, she shoved it into the snow beside her and clawed at the others she could see trying to escape from the burrow but they had gone down too far into the hole. "Awwwww, Ah only wanted tae put ye tae good use", she huffed and covered the burrow back over with now blood saturated snow,"next time", she murmured. She looked at her struggling prize and sighed. "Time tae put ye oot o` yer misery, ye'll make a good set o' tooth picks", Blót broke the creatures neck and drained it of it's blood there and then, she wondered if the blood would seep into the den of the wolverine, the depths were quite deep after all. She thought it was unlikely but it would have been a fun thought for the creatures to be tortured in the way of being covered by the blood of their blood and the sweet smell of death.
The wolverine's fur was just enough to make a small cloth to place her belongings atop or maybe after salting and tanning the skin, it would make a few good pouches. She picked up her spear and happily returned to Hjordheim with her prize. The prize was small but it was hers, nothing would be wasted she would make sure of that, maybe her sisters would appreciate her homemade tooth picks, full of calcium and tasty marrow, this would be enough to settle anyone of their stomachs and give them something to crunch when they were bored. Despite having a day off she was expected to hold court with her sister the Queen so she dashed off inside to get ready for the occasion. Maybe on her next day off she will have more time and the yield would be greater, but because her days off were rare for her, this was only her little dream. She appreciated the Karls and what they did for the herd, hunting in a world of pure white where the creatures blend into the snow was not easy, that was certain.
I'd really be happy with any of them. Since each character speaks to me in a different way but I love all of them. They each just have a slight appearance advantage over the other. XD Since each has a fairly different character, I'm going to use all three forms.
BluebirdsFlyAcrossTheSky...
[USERNAME]:Of The Epidemic
[NAME]:Lady Eydis Snaeblood [MEANING]:Good Fortune Goddess [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)Female
[TEMPER]:Seeking [PERSONALITY]:Enthusiastic and hopeful is a good way to describe Eydis. She wants so badly to make a name for herself and to be someone important, unfortunately she has no idea what she actually wants to do with her life. She has a bit of a hard time living in the shadow of her older sisters, how is she supposed to live up to a queen and a high priest. Still she is hopefully and filled with curiousness about the world. She’s a bit clumsy but full of heart and she keeps trying no matter what. She always gets back up and tries again, never say die, is her personal motto. She has a bit of trouble separating her sister from the queen role, the same can be said for her high priestess sister, and she tends to flop against them or on them. Yaga tends to have more trouble with this than Yrsa; a full grown adult flopping on you can get heavy after all. Still her sisters mean the world to her and despite her aversion to living in their shadows; their advice and approval mean the world to her. Though sometimes it’s whispered that she is babied a bit too much. Especially since she isn’t even the youngest sister.
[ROLE]:Like her I can’t decide. Either a Helbredes, Skald or Kaupmaðr. I don’t know! XD She’ll just have to tell me in time.
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:I'm not 100% since I wanna feel things out a bit more, but here are a few.
Choosing a path - I do eventually want her to find the right path, the perfect path for her, and I would love to see her sort of stumble and fail at a few of the others. Perhaps she seeks council from her queen? It's hard to find the right spot, to choose the thing that is going to effect the rest of your life. It scares her, terrifies her, to make the wrong decision.
Am I too much of a baby? - I really want there to be whispers of her acting too much like a child sometimes. With her constant flopping on her sisters and seeking to be cuddled. It would really strike a chord with her and she'd likely agonize over it for awhile before seeking out the truth from her sisters.
Sometimes I hate you. - Sisters fight, it's just a rule of life, but it's hard to separate sisterhood from queen and subject. Eydis is named to be good fortune but so far she hasn't really achieved anything in her life. It's her own fault really, for being scared of making the wrong choice and for wanting so badly to step out of her sisters' shadows. Things are bound to boil over at some point, and I would like to see that happen between her and Ysra. Of course sisters always come back together as well.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yes
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:1 [RESPONSE]: Eydis couldn’t explain the feeling to anyone of being up on that mountain alone. It was a terrifying, exhilarating sort of experience and she had honestly worried that she wouldn’t make it down. Her time spent up there however hadn’t done exactly what she had thought it would either. When she first ventured up that mountainside she had no ideas of what she wanted to do with her life. The choice was coming, if she made it down she would get to choose her course in life. The only problem with that was, she wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted to do. There were so many options and what if she made the wrong choice?
Aside from that she desperately wanted to distinguish herself as someone apart from her sisters. Each of her sisters had done great things and she was trailing behind rather pitifully if truth be told. Still, Eydis had been assured that when the time came, she would know. Somehow she just assumed that meant, that at the top of the mountain the Omattir would somehow explain to her what it was she was meant to be. Maybe even just a little sign, anything.
Unfortunately the gods were being rather closed lipped; and she had made her way back down the mountain with even less of an idea than she had going up. For a little while she forgot about it, the celebration of her making it back carrying her for a high ride. Eydis didn’t have to think about what was to come when she was living in the right now, but eventually everyone is expected to make a choice.
However this little mare had no clues as to what her calling was. Should she be a priestess? The life seemed rather dull though, maybe a fighter wandering around in a war band! That sounded nice but she wasn’t so sure how much she would like being away from home all the time.
Eydis shifted uncomfortably from side to side as she tended to the little garden she had managed to start. It was small, mostly barren, and ineptly lined out but it was growing and that was what made her happy. She had taken to it, it was a scrapper like she was and just as beautiful in her eyes. This little garden was her secret and truly something she was proud of, even if it didn’t seem like all that much.
Her coming of age ceremony had been intense and wonderful, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to fare now that it was over and life was ready for her. For the first time in a long time Eydis was scared and unsure of what she was going to do. What if she messed up and was just the royal pain in the butt for the rest of her life? What if all she ever was, was a burden? Her ears fell back against her head as she flopped down next to her little garden, maybe her sisters would know what to do.
ALeopardofSnow...
[USERNAME]:Of The Epidemic
[NAME]:Lady Eir Snaeblood [MEANING]:A goddess in the Norse mythology. [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)Female
[TEMPER]:Calm [PERSONALITY]:This girl is calmer, much like her older sister Saga. She’s quite and spends a large portion of her time observing. She enjoys the fact it’s easy to hide in Yrsa’s shadow, at times using her queen sister as a barrier between herself and others. She’s not loud and wild like many of the others and finds the silence of prayer a comforting thing. This isn’t to say she is antisocial because she isn’t, she loves being around others she just isn’t as loud as many. Her tones are usually soft; as a matter of fact she could be considered one of the ‘softest’ sisters. Warm and welcoming to those of her clan, she is always there to listen and offer advice. This is a stark contrast to her face on the battle front. Though she isn’t quick to anger, when she does anger, it’s terrifying to see the sweet thing shift from calm to furious savage in a matter of moments.
[ROLE]:Aiming for Valkyrja.
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Learning of loss - I want her to have someone she's very close to. I want that person to be hurt gravely, fatally. It's the loss of this person that will spark her on her quest to become a Valkyrja, to help end the suffering of those in her clan.
The first life taken. - She's taken life before, plenty of times, but not like this. It's never been to end the suffering of a clan member. The first kill is always the hardest, and she will question things about it. She will question herself, and it would be interesting to see how she bounces back from it.
Valhalla - There is another herd out there that has Valkyries and I want her to meet them. They are radically different than the Yakbears but I think it would be super intense for the two to meet. Especially considering how different their views would be.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yes
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:3 [RESPONSE]: Eir gave a soft whinny and pressed her nose into Yrsa’s side. The news was shocking but wonderful to hear at the same time. The thought of their sister being queen, it was something that made her feel warm on the inside. This would make them stronger, the herd stronger, and her sister she knew was the best option to take the throne. She practically lived for the herd, her family, and these people.
The calmer mare stepped back from her sister, claws clicking off the stone ground as she grinned. Her pride was showing through, her adoration for her sibling, this would mark a greatness in their family that Eir had always known was there.
“You did well.” She whispered softly to Yrsa before stepping back and allowing others to pounce in. Everyone was excited, or at least they all seemed excited. There didn’t seem to be any hesitance with the naming of the new queen.
Eir had secretly worried that perhaps there would be. Or maybe even jealousy amongst the ranks but for now everyone seemed to be in a bright and festive mood. It was very Yrsa, there wasn’t really another way to describe how boisterous the partying was.
The mare slowly slipped back into the calmer areas, standing closer to Saga. Eir would partake of the joyous occasion of course but she also knew that she wasn’t exactly meant for such loud showings either. She was happy for her sister but she might end up slipping off from the party early. A new era was coming and they would just have to wait and see what it held.
ARaven'sFeatherForMyHair....
[USERNAME]:Of The Epidemic
[NAME]:Lady Halldora Snaeblood [MEANING]:Thor's rock [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)Female
[TEMPER]:Fierce [PERSONALITY]:She is intense and fierce, with a temper to match. She’s as untameable as the mountains they live in and twice as loyal. Her devotion to her queen, her sister, is commendable. Her skill in hunting is unparalleled. (In her own mind anyway.) She can often be found standing close guard over her sister queen, or conferring with her high priestess sister. She seems to be an almost perfect balance between the two. She’s just as comfortable with wild humor and boisterous outbursts (though her’s are not nearly as loud.) with her sister Yrsa; as she is capable of enjoying long silences or times of prayer with Saga. Her time spent with her family is truly her favorite time, and though she would lay down her life for any member of the tribe; her sisters are something special to her.
[ROLE]:I'm thinking Huskarl. LEAD THE WARBAND
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Finding Winter Wing - In her travels I want her to pick up an injured raven/crow, hawk, owl, or condor. I clearly haven't decided which one yet. Anyway I want her to find him and heal him up. This will become her hunting partner, her familiar, her eyes in the sky, and her truest friend.
That one is mine. - During one of her raids I want her to happen upon a mare, so lovely and fair, she falls head over heels for her. Thus taking her hostage and making her a slave. This will be her thrall, whom she will do her best to treat right and make adore her. Showering her in love, care, gifts, and anything else she can think of to win her favor.
Do you love me? - A continuation of the above plot. Where she actually finally confronts the mare. It could go either way, either the mare returns the feelings and they work on trying to figure things out. Or she could deny Hall's feelings and it'll become this huge drama plot. I'm not sure which way I would prefer! XD
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yes
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:2 [RESPONSE]: The wind was chill, crisp, and filled the lungs with a sting. Fresh snow covered the ground, hiding many of the treacherous spots beneath its perfect surface. While the day had dawned rather clear, the clouds had long since overtaken the sky and blotted out the sun causing everything to be in shades of grey.
Her war-band hadn’t travelled far, they had picked up new recruits this season and her older veterans were snickering at the soft pawed babies. While a part of her couldn’t blame them, watching as they struggled with this or that. Another part of her couldn’t help but find them slightly darling. She had been like that once, they all had, bright eyed and ready to face the world.
The more seasons they got under their coats the better off they would be. For now it was amusing to watch them stumble about, like foals fresh from their mothers.
Halldora shook her head shifting her shoulders back slightly as she worked her way down the incline. It was a steep slope and dangerous, one that would prove perilous to those unfamiliar with the mountains.
Hall had just made it to the bottom when a rather manly screech gave her pause. She watched wide eyed as one of the rookies went tumbling down into a snow pit. The mare turned herself about and glanced at the rest of the band as they surrounded the pit. They were quite, no more jeers or jabs being spoken, it was a rule in this ladies band. When danger was afoot everything else was dropped.
“You’re alright.” Hall spoke softly, reassuringly as she worked her way towards the hole. The fact that Hall had paws made this excursion that much simpler; she gripped the earth easily as she slid down to grab a hold of the stallion that had fallen.
“Come on, up you go.” She mumbled against the bit of track in her mouth as she slowly worked the male back out of the hole.
“There, all better, see?” Her tone was cheerful and reassuring though the looks the stallion was receiving weren’t quite so. The others’ shook their heads and moved back into formation as Halldora nudged the male back in line before taking her spot at the front once more. There would likely be more blunders along the way but they weren’t so bad she decided, at least they listened fairly well.
Sending reminders to everyone who has put in a Trivia without the RP entry, and those with incomplete forms! You've got TWO days to finish them up before the contest thread is locked for judging!
[NAME]: Lady Snaerblod Guðríðr [MEANING]: Old Norse name derived from the elements guð "god" and fríðr "beautiful". [GENDER]:
[TEMPER]: Serene [PERSONALITY]: Guðríðr takes her role as a Valkyrja very seriously. She knows the heavy burden she is has is a one of great importance; not only to the individual warriors that she sends to Valhalla, but for the morale and well-being of the whole clan. Though her job is a solemn one, she does her best not to let sadness consume her. Off the battlefield, she’s a rather pleasant and friendly soul to speak with. She’s wise and very intuitive, having seen enough death in her days to be a trusted confident to many of the tribe. The other tribesman often go to her for advice on love and family matters - no one knows what warriors value most in their final moments that she does.
On the Battlefield, after the battle is over and she must do her Valkyrja duties, she does so with a grace and confidence. Not only is she very skilled at sending the wounded warriors into the Great Hall, she does her best to make the final moments as peaceful and celebratory as possible. She carries with her small vials of the best mead the tribe can offer. She always makes a great strides to be as beautiful as possible - for indeed she renown for her beauty throughout the tribe. Adorned with rare feathers and a cloak of gleaming white - the final sight of any felled warrior should be that of as stunning as she. Unlike many of her sisters, her physical appearance is very important to her, and she tends to her cloak, mane, and tail to a great expense than most in the tribe. She does not consider her vanity and affinity for feathers and perfumes to be narcissistic, but instead and integral part of her ceremonial ushering of the worthy.
[ROLE]: Valkyrja
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
- I would love for her to have a run-in somehow with someone who isn’t part of the tribe who doesn’t understand her role. She would be confronted as being a heartless murderer - something she would be terribly offended by.
- At some point if there ever is an opportunity I would love to actually be able to RP the ushering of a warrior to Valhalla
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: [Yes
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: Free Prompt [RESPONSE]:
This one had been a particularly long battle. The Snaerblod had not expected a rogue band of skinwalkers to be so effective…so organized. Their leader must have had enough sense left in her skull to get them to follow her. An impressive feat, and Lady Snaerblod Guðríðr almost had a bit of respect for her had she not known the nature of Beasts such of her. Her leadership would have not lasted long after this battle regardless of the outcome. Her soldiers were hungry to overthrow her; she could feel it.
That was all for naught now, however, as the Snaerblod had been successful. All the skinwalkers were dead, and their pelts were already being strung up into banners of celebration. But now it was Guðríðr who walked through the red-stained snow, her ears listening for the tell-tale signs of warriors clinging to life; soft gurgles, ragged breaths, or tiny fearful moans.
The walkers had fought well; and most of the fallen had already passed into the Great Hall. But as she continued to inspect the killing fields, Guðríðr heard the small, off-beat, wet breath of someone nearby. Her movements while performing her duties were never rushed; there was no point. All the wounded who had any hope of survival had long been evacuated from the battlefield and were being attended to by healers. No, her job was remain calm. Controlled. Comforting.
Her gaze landed on the fallen one a few yards away. He was a young thing, probably only a few seasons into his life as a Dreng. The snow all around him was stained red, and the paleness of his ears and muzzle told Guðríðr that he didn’t have long left. She walked over to him, letting her gaze and smile fall over him as she approached. At his side, she carefully made her ways to her knees; tucking her legs under her. She nosed open her satchel and poured a vial of fine mead into his mouth, using her claws to gently lift his face and help him swallow.
“You… came….” he breathed out, his tired eyes looking over as she watched over him, motherly.
“Yes, I came,” she said, her voice deep, velvety and low. “What is your name, brave warrior?”
The stallions eyes could barely focus, and he seemed to have to think about the answer. “B…Bu…Burkhard…my lady,” he breathed.
“Mighty Burchard,” she said, her voice slightly louder, proud. “You have fought valiantly this day. Rejoice, for you shall soon be gathering with your brothers and sisters in the Great Halls of Valhalla. You will regale then with your tale of this battle, and they will drink to your name. You will feast into the morning hours, and the most beautiful of ladies will be dancing for your enjoyment for the end of time,” she said, letting her claws rake over his face gently, wiping the fur out of his eyes.
“Th…thank you…” he said weakly, but his breathing was becoming slower and calmer.
“Are you ready to enter the Halls, Warrior Burkhard?” she asked, looking into his eyes. The scent of her perfumed hair fell over him, clouding the stink of battle; rust, sweat, and blood.
“Yes,” he said surely, trying to sound strong despite the gurgle in his throat.
That’s all she needed. She gently ran her paws over his eyes, closing them. A gentle pat then, with a surprising speed, she raked her claws over the softest part of his throat, opening the vein. The rest of the his blood spilled out into the snow around her in just a few seconds, and he was gone. She closed her eyes and said her prayers, before standing up and looking for the next wayward soul who needed her help.
If you're still writing entries, I'd recommend getting them all done!
If you're all done, make sure you have everything in your entry that you want, because the thread will be locked at midnight tonight!
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Good luck everyone!
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:29 am
IAMADDICTEDTOYAKBEARS!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxPreference List: Honestly, I don't really have a preference. They are all amazing, and I'd be perfectly happy with any of them. Gun to my head, I would say 1, 3, 2... but really they are all love.
ALeopardofSnow...
[USERNAME]: Kamiki
[NAME]: Lady Eyþóra Snaerblod [MEANING]: This name is of Old Norse origin, composed of two elements: “ey / hi” (diminutive prefix) plus “Þórr” (thunder, Thor). The name means “little Thor”. In Norse mythology, Thor (Old Norse: Þórr) is a hammer-wielding god associated with thunder, lightning, storms, oak trees, strength, the protection of mankind, and also hallowing, healing and fertility. [GENDER]: (Identifies as genderqueer, sometimes feeling more masculine than feminine, but is comfortable with she/her pronouns)
[TEMPER]: Mighty [PERSONALITY]: Eyþóra is quite the force to the reckoned with. She is exceptionally huge, even for her family, only beat in breadth by her oldest sister, the Queen. From a young age she showed great promise as a warrior - big and strong and with a hunger for the glory of battle. Her trademark cape, made from the skin of an incredibly rare and powerful snow leopard, is from the animal she slayed herself when she was barely in her first year as marehood. She wears it proudly as a mark of her incredible strength and a symbol of rarity and nobility.
Her role of Merkismathr was given to her for many reasons. For one, she is of noble blood, being a younger sister of the Queen herself. But additionally, her prowess in battle is well reknown and the sight of her beautiful cape in the battlefield is a huge morale booster to her fellow warriors. Finally, many others in the tribe believe Eyþóra has ice in her very veins: seemingly able to control the snow around her in short bursts to give her an advantage in battle. Though, if asked about it outright she will not say she has the power to do anything: she just lets the power of Thor run through her as she does his bidding. She is only a vessel.
[ROLE]: Merkismathr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
- Anyone that challenged her battle-worthiness would quickly be put in their place. She is very short-tempered and does not suffer insults to her power lightly. She has a bit of a reputation for starting fights, so I've love to see her challenge anyone who views as challenging her, even if they honestly didn't intend to.
- Eventually (I'm not in any hurry for love plots, but one day...) I've love to have her fall for the completely "wrong" kind of partner. Someone kind, gentle - maybe noble or foppish. She would have to struggle with her feelings, because she's so used to thinking power and strength is the -only- thing. It would be great for her to have to realize that power can come from more than just brute force.
- Not really a plot, but I want to one day custom a familiar snow leopard (cougar) for her; the daughter of the beast that gave her her cloak.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: YAS!
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: Free prompt [RESPONSE]:
It had been less than two months since Eyþóra had make her pilgrimage to Hjordheim. Barely more than a filly, Eyþóra found herself facing a great foe: the giant snow leopardess protecting her young cub. Perhaps a more level-headed or seasoned warrior would have recognized the odds, or the fact that the mother was only doing what comes natural. But Eyþóra's childhood friend, Biartmarr, lay dead at her feet, he blood a vibrant red flash of rage in the otherwise grey and snowy wastes.
The snow was so thick that Eyþóra could barely see the leopardess, save for the occasional flash of grey or blue of her piercing eyes. It was so cold all of Eyþóra's body was numb - but the rage in her blood seemed to fill her with fire. With a mighty cry she attacked - facing the mother head on. It was a foolish, perhaps. Definitely risky. Truth be told, even to this day Eyþóra doesn't remember exactly what happened: she remembered surrendering herself to Thor.
Through the haze of blood, fur, and snow; the next thing she truly remembered was standing in the snow, the leopard at her claws which where now drenched in the blood of her foe. Her own vision was blurred, and it took her a moment to realize it was because her left eye was swollen and bleeding from a deep cut she received in the battle. Indeed, as her mind came back to her she realized that she had taken several wounds herself, but thankfully none of them seemed fatal.
Wiping the blood from her eyes, she looked back to Biartmarr. "I will see you again, my friend," she said thickly. "We will roam the Great Halls side by side again."
Drawing a few runes in the snow beside her fallen friend, she then pulled a blade from her pack and began the laborious process of skinning the dead leopardess. It wasn't until she was finally ready to leave that she remembered something.
Turning back, she nosed around the snow and rocks until she found the lone little leopard cub, asleep and cold. "Come," she said, picking it up and setting it inside her leather satchel. "Your mother died honorably," she said as she made her way back her tribe. "It will hurt for a while, but one day you will understand. I will teach you to be strong, and you will make her proud."
I had ment to do another entry for girl 1 or two i wasn't sure who i wanted to try as well but i got too busy with packing and stuff to dedicate to trying to enter a second entry. Im waiting for my Ride to get ready so i can do a 9+hour drive to my new home, movers just left and BF's dad is in the hospital after a stroke so i haven't been able to do the other entry i had ment to do.
Just so you know why i had put the Addicted to Yakbears header in my thing. Also i thought i might need that cause i did the trivia too and an entry. Wasn't sure but mostly i had planned to do another and didn't end up with time im sorry if that header makes it confusing now lol.
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 9:00 am
Tiger_Kisa699
You're fine, Kisa! Trivia and RP was mandatory for entry, and I will only count you for just the one mare! But I hope the move goes smoothly, darling!
You're fine, Kisa! Trivia and RP was mandatory for entry, and I will only count you for just the one mare! But I hope the move goes smoothly, darling!
Thats fine 3 was my most favorite cause i loved her look and the colors <3 so im ok with that. I don't know it would have improved my chances if i had entered for others cause some of these are such good entries and i spend three days worrying over mine lol It was hard to come up with plot ideas cause i don't have a lot of Soq people who RP with me right now or anything and im better at plotting when i get fully into something i know is mine.
I think its all going to go smoothly, its the health of his dad and keeping his mom sober that im worried about im so excited to move though.
[NAME]:Lagertha Snærblod [MEANING]:Latinised version of Hlaðgerðr, in turn made up of HLAÐ ‘lacework,headdress’ and GERD ‘enclosure/protection’. Lagertha was according to legend a viking shieldmaiden. [GENDER]:Heterosexual female.
[TEMPER]:Balanced [PERSONALITY]:
Third born but second only in size to her eldest sister Lagertha has spent all her younger years working her way up through the military ranks. She is a fierce warrior and much like other females comparable to their male counterparts, though the herd sees all sexes as equal, nature does differentiate between them with such things as physical strength. However Largertha has nature on her side and is a large mare and through diligent training she has developed her body and muscles to become very strong and is capable of holding off numerous opponents at once.
Although Lagertha is brutal and violent at times, she is also very intelligent and not as hot headed as her sister Yrsa and she knows when to back out. This character trait however was something honed over time, she is naturally fiery of temper but manages it well, a progression from Dreng to Thegn, to Huskarl was also a requirement to have a more controlled temper and emotions, her tactical skills developed and quick thinking. She knows the importance of a clear mind, free of emotion.
There are many a myth around the rank of Merkismathr and those that actually hold it. She is not one to promote the myths though, she has little humour for such things, unlike her sister Yrsa you’ll never find Lagertha laughing. She is a diligent warrior, loyal to her Queen and Jarl, she has achieved the rank she has always desired and holds it with much pride. She is happiest when raiding and fighting, when returning to Hjordheim between raids she is often in her own company or never linking together more than five words together in company of others. Not a social beast she was breed and trained only for fighting. Maybe there is more to her than first meets the eye but much like her fiery temper it’s well controlled and well hidden behind a very large icy exterior.
[ROLE]:Merkismathr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
[x]New scars, one of many? - Lagertha has achieved much in a small amount of time and it’ a wonder she isn’t as battle scarred as some others, but instead of taking pride from the one or two scars she does bare she despises them. She tries to hide them as best she can but a new injury from a recent raid leaves her scarred across her face, she sees them as a weakness on her behalf for gaining them, she needs to meet someone to help her come to terms with this new injury and to not feel ashamed.
[x]Fan Club - Holding the rank of Merkismathr brings much respect and interest in her though Lagertha doesn’t want such attentions, however a young female Dreng takes it upon herself to follow Lagetha around everywhere trying to learn from one of the only known female Merkismathr, vowing to be just like her. Lagertha brushes the female Dreng way but she is determined and finally Lagertha gives in and takes the young Dreng under her tuition.
[x]
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:Yes.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:1 [RESPONSE]:
It seemed such a long time ago now; Lagertha was with a young Dreng who had just recently joined the war-band, the young stallion had asked her about her climb up the scared peak and if she always knew what her role was going to be.
Young legs were not designed for such work as clambering up the side of a mountain they were long and thin, the muscle tone still developing. Her own legs where naturally a little thicker than some others and her claws gave her more purchase on the rocks of the mountains that an hoofed foal would get, that being said she still took each step carefully and with great thought behind every placement. The night at the alter was cold and draining, there was no heat source her and she was all alone, besides the gods. She was facing in wards, staring up at the alter craved into the stone floor of the cave when the morning light began to shine into the cave. She rose and turned, her body aching from fatigue and the cold but she pushed on and this time descended the mountainside.
Upon reaching the bottom she didn’t even glance at her family members which awaited her, she walked straight into the cave where the priestess awaited her. She walked up to her and then raised her paw, outstretched to the priestess, blood dripped to the floor as a gash was cut across her pad. She turned to the totem, she stared up at the flared wings of the dragon then down to hunched shape of the owl but it was the bear her eyes finally settled upon. She swiped her paw across the bears face, painting the face red she turned and left. Her family members awaited and she simply said, ’I will be the most revered warrior of my lifetime, I will earn this position quicker than anyone before me. I start my training as a Dreng.’ Her tone was not boastful, it was matter of fact with no hint of a jest. She turned from her family and walked away to begin her training.
Lagertha looked into the eyes of the Dreng, he was young and ambitious like a lot of Dreng, though later a lot would find out joining a war-band was not as glorious as they had first expected and move on to new roles. She replied simply, ’I have become everything I promised myself, my family and the gods I would be, and it would never have been anything different.’
[NAME]:MILDGYÐ [MEANING]:Old English name derived from the elements milde "gentle" and gyð "battle". This was the name of a 7th-century saint, the sister of Saint Mildred. [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)She views herself as a vassal for her goddess and therefore follows the gender clause of said goddess.
[TEMPER]:Comforting [PERSONALITY]:Typically seen wearing a stoic expression. This very expression gives her an air of self-importance and often frightens lesser herd members. If talked to directly she will say very little in return if she speaks at all. Mixed together with her stoic-ness has caused others to believe her to be a loner and self-centered. Most do not even have an idea as to what her role even is. IF they knew they would be ashamed of their behavior.
Being totally devote to Hiln, she will spend most of her time attending to the "temple" she has set up for her goddess. If not there she will equally be in the healing wards gently helping ease the worries of the injured. Despite her misconceived rough/tough appearance, she has the gentle grace of butterfly wings. This coupled with her currently perfect accuracy for performing her Valkyrja duties would make her a great assassin. So although she is so gentle, she is also very deadly. Of course she would never dream of killing for profit as that is not the path her Goddess set for her to follow.
[ROLE]:The role I fill was ney decided by me, but by the Gods themselves. My great Goddess Hlín has chosen me to be her vassal and it is with great honor that I bequeath myself unto her. This was made known to me during my youthful rite. Once I returned from the peak of our mountain home I shed my previous self and gave myself over wholly to my training. It was ney easy but I held fast as this was my path. It brings great serenity to me to see the fallen along to Valhalla.
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:Solo RP to show the trails and tribulations of becoming and being a Valkyrja. Sibling RP to show how the sisters behave together. Teaching RP taking an apprentice under cloak. Fighting RP someone/something threatens the herd/sisters/a foal bringing out her vicious skillful fighting side. AND MORE!
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:By the will of Olfattir and the Queen's grace, I will.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Promt #3 [RESPONSE]: Yrsa had just been crowned their new queen. A decision that was not made lightly. Mildgyd smiled softly pleased. Her older sister was really a perfect fit for this role. Certainly more-so than herself. Undoubtedly this also greatly pleased their gods. She stayed just long enough to personally congratulate her sister before begging off. The dark mare preferred to stay amongst the few over the many even in times of celebration. Plus leaving allowed her to pray to the great Gods to bless her sisters rule.
[NAME]: Lady Mikla Snaerblod [MEANING]: 'To make great' - Old Norse [GENDER]: Mikla is cissexual and often presents herself as very feminine. Her more "masculine" or war-like side does not hide, however - she simply prefers to tuck it away for safe-keeping.
[TEMPER]: Protective [PERSONALITY]: Mikla lives and intends to die by the Tribe. As with all of her family, the Snaerblod Tribe means everything to her. She is fiercely devoted to those she is surrounded by, and truly commits herself to the well-being and flourishing of the Tribe. A very maternal mare, at the core of Mikla's personal belief system is the holiness of procreation. It is not the act itself (for she could care less about the physical requirements in reproducing), but what comes of it: life. Recognizing that the continuance and success of the Tribe lies in a strong and extensive bloodline, she places motherhood on a pedestal, sure it is the absolute greatest way one can serve the Tribe.
Generally, she is a rather doting creature. As her life centers around the growth of the Tribe's young, she tends to be a bit more affectionate that some of her sisters. Although that does not last, for she understands that the only way for the Tribe to maintain its notarized strength is to instill in those same young a love of fighting, a desire for outsider bloodshed. Mikla is not a harsh teacher, as she is not nearly the warrior the others are, but she knows her strengths and plays to them in passing on the Tribe's ways to the young.
Although it has been noted that Mikla lacks the same ferocity as most of her Tribe, that is in no way to say that she is weak. Her primary strength is not in combat and hunting, but being one of the Snaerblod sisters she is rather talented - just less sanguinary than the others. While she makes her focus on the strengthening of the Tribe from the inside, her might and cruelty would surprise anyone who had never seen her fight before. Though her battling is usually for the purpose of protecting the Tribe or teaching another, it isn't unheard of to find her stalking off to prey on outsiders to "keep her skills sharp."
[ROLE]: Skald
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
Spawn! - This would include general plots for flinging her for the purpose of new Tribe blood, as well as her training and teaching of the Tribe's new foals.
One Of Us? - Mikla's faith is tested when she finds out one of the Tribe's mares is barren. She grapples with her personal beliefs in the highness of motherhood and the fact that Olfattir gave the Tribe blood which could not go on.
How Could This Be? - This would be the start of a larger plot later on in her life, in which she is pregnant and recklessly attempts to protect the Tribe from a large outsider, losing the foal(s) in the process. The foe would get the better of her while she realizes what has happened, and go on to live outside the boundaries of the Tribe.
The Descent - After the mourning and period of depression brought on by her loss, Mikla would then swear to avenge the little lost lives. Thus would begin her frenzied descent into mania, an obsession with attempting to find the one she deems responsible for her misery.
Reformation - Mikla would find herself eventually connecting heavily with a mare within the Tribe who helps her properly grieve her loss and overcome the insanity she was facing. I'm hoping I could find a mare who didn't really enjoy foals, perhaps, to teach Mikla that perhaps the way she'd been viewing Tribal contributions was not the only way to view them.
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]: I do.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: 1 [RESPONSE]: Raised within a Tribe of fighters, it was difficult for Mikla to accept herself. In her heart of hearts, she was not a fighter. At least, not just a fighter. Her passion manifested itself in a different way.
As a foal, there was no denying that she was a skilled warrior. Alongside her sisters Mikla was able to compete. She did not shine, as Yrsa did from the start, but she was no dull light. While fighting was exciting and the taste of blood brought her an almost climactic pleasure, it was clear this was not where her heart lie. Therefore, after her coming of age, Mikla chose a different path.
It did not feel good, at first. The Snaerblod sisters were all destined for greatness, and so it seemed a bit strange that one had decided upon dedicating her life to being a Skald, but devoting herself entirely to the history and traditions of the Tribe felt right. It was without fear she made her decision, regardless of the strange looks she received at first. But soon - soon they understood. Soon she made her true talents clear, and they would look at her strangely no longer.
[PROMPT CHOICE #]: 3 [RESPONSE]: Growing up, realizing that the Snaerblod sisters were meant to rule the Tribe was a bit intimidating. It was strange, Mikla thought, how Yrsa immediately made her suitability for Queen known. Although she was due to rule no matter what, it was almost as if Olfattir had asked her to be the strongest, the fiercest, and the most imposing of the bunch.
Mikla had assumed, in foalhood, that upon their coming of age Yrsa becoming Queen would be a solemn affair for herself and the other four sisters. It seemed that coming in second, third, fourth, and fifth best would feel like losing a hard-fought battle. However, Mikla surprised herself greatly during the celebrations. She had not anticipated her longing to be in power to be so... well, nonexistent. As Yrsa took her place at the helm of the Tribe, Mikla could not be happier.
It was odd how things worked out. The celebration reinforced a thankfulness Mikla herself was not aware she had. A thankfulness for a choice. Looking at Yrsa, she was seemingly emotionless - maintaining a regal air, even in her young adulthood. If she had a choice, she would choose to be a Queen every time. But Mikla? Mikla was not sure she would ever choose to be Queen. The livelihood of the entire Tribe rested on Her shoulders, and she doubted she could ever measure up to what the Tribe in a ruler. Thankfully, she had the choice to be anything she wanted to be. And she didn't want to be that.
[NAME]: Lady Urðr Snaerblod [MEANING]:Old Norse for Fate or Destiny – “That which has been” [GENDER]:(Do they view themselves as another gender?)Female
[TEMPER]:Provident [PERSONALITY]:
Her temper shifts with the ever changing frigid wind; happiness, sadness, anger, remorse, nothingness and many more facets of emotion swirl about her creating the persona of Urðr. Over the years she has learned to control the swirl of vibrant emotions, each to her sight are a brilliant shade of color and have a specific scent, and to keep her countenance blank. Still at times the mask falls and a hint of emotion shows, this especially happens when a wisp of color on the wind catches her eye, this had happened enough during conversations that others had started to believe that Urðr was absentminded and not aware of her surroundings. Their words were not true, for she was more aware of her surroundings than they, for she could see the elementals of the air that danced upon the breath of the Njörður.
Even though she could see the elementals lived in the air and in the trees, Urðr did not allow this knowledge to set herself apart from her siblings, all of whom she holds in the highest of regard. She was not a warrior, but for them she would fight until the end of time. Her sisters were her close family, but all of the herd was her family. They accept her for all her eccentricity and she in turn would do all that she can to see that those she cares about prosper. It may seem that she is aimless, that she has no goal, but she knows deep down that she is meant for something and if she just has the patience then all will be revealed.
Urðr is bizarre, but she does not let this influence her thoughts, instead it allows her to see the world differently than those who consider themselves to be “normal”. She sees the world with a foal’s sense of wonder, but this does not mean she is naïve; the mare has seen the result of battles, the blood, the loss, and the thralls of war. Even if she has not experienced a battle or a war for herself, she knows what she must do should the time come to protect the Snaerblod Tribe, for those who carry the blood of Olfattir in their veins are not weak and will not cower in the face of an enemy.
[ROLE]:Seidmadhr
[FUTURE PLOTS?]: ╭ ❄ ╯ Seidhe: Talking with the Gods is easy when they wish to speak, but learning how to ask them questions is the more difficult task. Perhaps under the tutelage of her sister, the High Priestess, Urðr will attempt to learn how to accomplish a true Seidhe, a deep trance state in which to converse with the Gods.
╭ ❄ ╯ Völuspá: The insight of the Seeress, Urðr learns what it takes to be the next Seidmadhr. This can be from her sisters who have encountered the previous Oracle and/or the NPC Old Owl Oracle.
╭ ❄ ╯ Bonds of Family: Urðr wishes to see into the future to know the fates of her loved ones but knows that it is not a wise option. It would be an interesting family rp to have where she tries to explain to them why this would not be good or how it would not be possible. Or if it is possible, what would she see?
╭ ❄ ╯ Protégée: Urðr encounters a soquili (adult or foal) who she believes may have the ability to be a Seer.
╭ ❄ ╯ Visions of Fictions: Her worst nightmare has happened, what she has seen and told the Tribe what is to come did not come to pass. Was her vision false or are the gods showing her disfavor?
╭ ❄ ╯ Equinox Ritual: Even though she is not a priestess, she would like to participate or help in one of the rituals if she is permitted to do so.
--- Other plots --- Just lots and lots of plots between her and her sisters. Some plots with soquili outside the Tribe. Plots where her visions come true and don’t come true. What do these mean? What does she learn?
[DO YOU SWEAR TO UPHOLD ALL THE BELIEFS OF THE TRIBE AND ALSO STAY ACTIVE?]:YES
[PROMPT CHOICE #]:Combination of all
[RESPONSE]: The world has always seemed strange and different to Urðr; in the wind she would see wisps and the snow flurries held creatures that were ephemeral in nature and magical to behold. She could see dryads in the trees and would spend hours talking to them about the upcoming spring rain and the probability of root rot. That was always fun and it kept her attention, but the one thing she loved was how the snow sylphs danced. Their colors were breathtaking, cool blues and clear whites, each changing color as the light of the sun shone through their translucent bodies. The conversations that she had with the nature spirits filled her days with wonder and it did not bother her that none could see her invisible friends. Due to the images she could see in the wind and snow, Urðr would become distracted easily when conversing with others in the herd, because of this many of the Tribe who were not her sisters saw her as rude or brash. Even though her expression was mutual and she did not allow the others to see her pain, Urðr was saddened that she could not do something for her herd. She was nothing but a mistake some would whisper, for she did not have the skills to fight nor did she have the skills to heal, so what was she to be, what use was she to the Tribe? She talked to invisible creatures that made up the world, saw emotions as colors and scents; she did not know what these signs meant, and she definitely knew that she had no desire to be normal but the time to choose her path was fast approaching, what was she to be?
The day of her birth had finally arrived; joyous sounds of celebration fill the cavern, they echo throughout the stone homestead of the Tribe, if anyone had still been asleep they were no longer. The raucous was not because the third child of the Snaerblod line had finally come of age, it was because the eldest daughter was to take upon the mantel of Queen on this day. Urðr knew that she should feel something that her day was being shadowed by her sister, but for some odd reason she could not bring herself to care. This was Yrsa’s day, she deserved the celebration and the Tribe merited the time to let loose and be boisterous. The sense that she was destined for something felt like a heavy burden upon her back and the strange knowing that all will be known soon. Lost in her thoughts about her impending fate and unknown path, she did not notice the sylphs until they were twirling around her; the mare smiled and before someone could come to invite her to join the revelry, Urðr followed the wind elementals out of the caverns.
A cool breeze danced around the mare as she breathed in the crisp morning air, the celebration had begun early for Delling had just begun to show his wonderful blaze of glory upon the vast world. On silent paws she walked, enjoying the first rays of dawn and loving how the colors of the wind shifted around her. It was times like this when she dropped the expressionless mask, alone in the woods with the spirits only she could see, she felt the most at peace.
“Daughter of mine blood, it is time.” The voice filled her head and a shadowy figure appeared before her, whenever she tried to get a direct look at him his features would change, constantly morphing and weaving. “The power is in your blood. See what needs to be Seen, Know what needs to be Known. Guide my children with what you see. You may see truths, you may see falsehoods, and may you be wise enough to tell the difference.” The figure reached forward and with a blinding pain in her head, Urðr collapsed. ---------- “Wake up. These old bones are not strong enough to carry one as heavy as you and I would not like to miss the celebration for too long.” Urðr slowly came into consciousness and blinked at a white owl mare. The old mare seemed to be able to read the question in the young mare’s eyes, “I am the one you are replacing. It’s about time too, I was not sure how much longer I had on this earth, although I could fathom a guess but guessing is not knowing. Oh right. I am the Seidmadhr, the one who translates the god’s intentions and wishes and must always speak the truth, even if I do not like what I see in my visions. Okay I see that I have lost you, but we have time yet still to train you to become the next Seidmadhr and then I can finally join the Ancestors. Come, let’s go back to the party. Your sisters are starting to notice your absence.” Warily the new Seidmadhr stood up from where she had collapsed upon the ground and followed the white owl. She was right, her destiny was a heavy cloak, but it was no different than the others that those of the tribe must take up. With a smile and a new purpose in her life, Urðr entered the caverns of her home. The future was bright with unlimited possibilities, she could not wait to see them all.
