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Twenty-three full revolutions of the earth have come to pass since her birth on the first day of Ýlir, the second month of winter. Youthful in appearance and naïve at heart and mind, she holds the appearance of someone no older than twenty years. But with each day her body ages and matures as any mortal’s would – she takes great pride and care in her physical health and appearance, but some natural processes simply cannot be avoided. Synnova was born into a family that lived in a large Southern village in Scandinavia. Her family was the founding family of a coastal village surrounded by a bountiful mountainous landscape and her father, Bjorn Landvik, was their Jarl; a man renowned for his fearless tactics, ferocity, and strict rulings. Many things were expected of her due to her status, the Jarl’s daughter, and because of her mothers passing; the duties of a woman were instilled at an early age. Her educational level was higher than most because of her hierarchical privileges. Her accent reflects a compilation of her multilingualism between Norwegian, Swedish, Finnish, and English. While Synnova is undoubtedly attracted to men; she’s completely untouched and entirely pure. The reasoning behind this being her father’s overbearingly protective presence, along with her innocent nature. When in the presence of someone she finds to be rather attractive, she most certainly won’t act upon such feelings – instead, she usually pretends to be entirely aloof to that fact and will beat around the bush as long as possible while avoiding the subject entirely, if at all possible. Spellbound I am, I am
The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul In my heart burns a sizzling fire, a sizzling fire Spellbound I am, I am The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound in my heart's root, my heart's root My eyes gaze to where the wizard stood |
Altogether, she’s a rather petite woman; standing no taller than 5’2” and fluctuating between 110-123lbs, depending upon her physical health and the season. She possesses a well-proportioned, curvaceous hour glassed (mesomorph) figure with fully developed feminine curves often hidden beneath wool dresses, leathers, and furs. Her body is kept quite healthy and she’s femininely toned from repetitive chores – but toned muscles are not overly noticeable. Silky, platinum silver-blonde hair framing her heart-shaped face is normally braided for easy management, lightly oiled with the essence of lavender, but not often fussed over. Although her complexion is naturally rosy-pale, she’s acquired a generous tan (along with the appropriate tan lines) throughout her many hours spent out in the sun. Overall her facial structure is delicately constructed, unlike most in her family; her cheek bones aren’t overly prominent, her nose is slightly long with a soft dip downwards at its bridge, and her lips are alluringly pouty and often left their natural rosy color. An easy claim to make is that her eyes are her most striking feature and most unique; slightly rounder and almond shaped, they both possess their own unique coloration. Her left eye is a deep electric blue with a ring of hazel surrounding her pupil, while her right eye is a crystalline ocean green with a ring of vibrant green surrounding the pupil. |
Although she possesses a unique beauty, she’s rather insecure about her appearance and has become rather guarded when it comes to her femininity. Rather despising the attention her ample bosom attracts from vulgar men, she discovered that binding her chest with wraps of linen – making it appear smaller than it truly is – often helps deter their attentions. That habit is carried out to this day as she’s found a preference for the appearance of a smaller chest. The rest of her generously proportioned, feminine curves are often concealed beneath the layers of her clothing – whether it is wool, fur, or leather – but are still prominently evident. |
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My life blood is shed,
steel painted red. A thousand men dead, raven's fast fed. |
And so the veil falls,
revealing walls, of cavernous halls. Valhalla calls. |
The fighting is done,
feasting begun. A saga well spun, of battles won. |
Stamina: Her body is able to endure and perform repetitive, laborious tasks after years of performing chores in the village she was raised in. Her stubborn mentality also keeps her from up and quitting when most others would. |
Weapon(s): Her only weapon, at this point in time, is a forged iron dagger often kept stowed away in her boot. Only one edge of the blade is sharpened, right up to the tip. If caught without her dagger she would more than likely attempt to fight with her fists. | All other skill sets are quite average - not extremely lacking, but not excelling. She's been given very minimal training in the art of combat and currently possesses no armor. |
Wins
02/25/18 Synnova & Rilla vs. Monstrum. (5 XP) |
Ties
None yet. |
Losses
None yet. |