Post by Jotun on May 22, 2009 9:04:41 GMT
Name: Ymira Niflheim
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Being everything except intimidating Imira stands at the height of 5.6ft. She has a slim body, with some small muscle development. Her chest is developed enough to attract a small bit of male attention. Ymira's grey eyes seem to be able to hypnotize every male that looks in them. Her long brown hair, which is always braided in a long tail, reaches till the end of her spine.
Except for some linen cloth that covers up her chest she is completely strip waisted. A black battle skirt, which is held up by an belt with a large buckle in the shape of a wolf's head. Ymira wears thick leather boots with fur in lining that reaches till mid her shinbones. The boots have an iron tip and iron ankle guard that reaches just below her knees. Two spikes portrude from this. Ymira also wears fingerless gloves and wristguards that cover her entire lower arm.
Background: Born on the island of Bliztrok in a native tribe, without any technology. The tribe survived by the use of shamans that could connect with nature. They asked nature to spare their village from the savage blizzards, avalanches and creatures. Life there wasn't easy but they managed. The people didn't realise though that is was magic that allowed them to speak to nature.
Ymira was born in the berserker clan of the tribe. Although it was a girl they made no exceptions. Every Niflheim member must be trained in the way of the Berzerkergang, The Way Of The Beast Within. Every person had a personal beast inside them and through the Berzerkergang one could contact it. Little did they know that they relied on the magic presence inside.
The training was hard and so to was Ymira's life. Her entire childhood existed out of hard training and fighting the other children in duels for exercises. It was twice as hard for her as to one of the males. Because she was a girl they thought less of her and Ymira fought for the respect she should deserve.
At the age of twelve Ymira already had fully contacted her beast and was a full-fledged berserker. Much quicker then the usual age of eighteen. Her own beast was the ancient bear, a behemoth version of the now time bear that walked on Bliztrok millennia ago. How Ymira got control over her primal insticts so quickly was a mystery to all since she kept it a secret to all.
At night Ymira snuck out as a child and went to a cave, hidden a few miles away from her village, in the snow. It was there she found peace and Ymira could relax there after the hard training she had to endure. It was also there where the old bones of the ancient bear have been laid to rest. There the bear spoke to Ymira and shared his wisdom. From there on she got a deeper connection with the beast inside and the nature around her. She could do wondrous things that not even the strongest of the berserkergang could do. Without her knowing she learned magic.
But such things were unknown to her tribe and she was branded a witch. Ymira was given a choice death or exile. With grief in her hearth she chose exile. Since her fifteen Ymira has been travelling around, going from island to island as a stowaway mostly. With her brute strength Ymira could earn some money in labor. Three years has passed and now she has arrived on Nanuta.
Island dropped off on: Nanuta
Weapons: Main- Rusty Flameberge Second- None
Strength: Berserker rage, nature aligned magic, incredible strength.
Weakness: Lacks exercise in magic and is exhausting to use. Reluctant to use her powers.
Like: Nature, animals, cold climates
Dislike: Sitting idly, cities, technology, warm temperatures, fighting
Boat: (Non to start off with)
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Being everything except intimidating Imira stands at the height of 5.6ft. She has a slim body, with some small muscle development. Her chest is developed enough to attract a small bit of male attention. Ymira's grey eyes seem to be able to hypnotize every male that looks in them. Her long brown hair, which is always braided in a long tail, reaches till the end of her spine.
Except for some linen cloth that covers up her chest she is completely strip waisted. A black battle skirt, which is held up by an belt with a large buckle in the shape of a wolf's head. Ymira wears thick leather boots with fur in lining that reaches till mid her shinbones. The boots have an iron tip and iron ankle guard that reaches just below her knees. Two spikes portrude from this. Ymira also wears fingerless gloves and wristguards that cover her entire lower arm.
Background: Born on the island of Bliztrok in a native tribe, without any technology. The tribe survived by the use of shamans that could connect with nature. They asked nature to spare their village from the savage blizzards, avalanches and creatures. Life there wasn't easy but they managed. The people didn't realise though that is was magic that allowed them to speak to nature.
Ymira was born in the berserker clan of the tribe. Although it was a girl they made no exceptions. Every Niflheim member must be trained in the way of the Berzerkergang, The Way Of The Beast Within. Every person had a personal beast inside them and through the Berzerkergang one could contact it. Little did they know that they relied on the magic presence inside.
The training was hard and so to was Ymira's life. Her entire childhood existed out of hard training and fighting the other children in duels for exercises. It was twice as hard for her as to one of the males. Because she was a girl they thought less of her and Ymira fought for the respect she should deserve.
At the age of twelve Ymira already had fully contacted her beast and was a full-fledged berserker. Much quicker then the usual age of eighteen. Her own beast was the ancient bear, a behemoth version of the now time bear that walked on Bliztrok millennia ago. How Ymira got control over her primal insticts so quickly was a mystery to all since she kept it a secret to all.
At night Ymira snuck out as a child and went to a cave, hidden a few miles away from her village, in the snow. It was there she found peace and Ymira could relax there after the hard training she had to endure. It was also there where the old bones of the ancient bear have been laid to rest. There the bear spoke to Ymira and shared his wisdom. From there on she got a deeper connection with the beast inside and the nature around her. She could do wondrous things that not even the strongest of the berserkergang could do. Without her knowing she learned magic.
But such things were unknown to her tribe and she was branded a witch. Ymira was given a choice death or exile. With grief in her hearth she chose exile. Since her fifteen Ymira has been travelling around, going from island to island as a stowaway mostly. With her brute strength Ymira could earn some money in labor. Three years has passed and now she has arrived on Nanuta.
Island dropped off on: Nanuta
Weapons: Main- Rusty Flameberge Second- None
Strength: Berserker rage, nature aligned magic, incredible strength.
Weakness: Lacks exercise in magic and is exhausting to use. Reluctant to use her powers.
Like: Nature, animals, cold climates
Dislike: Sitting idly, cities, technology, warm temperatures, fighting
Boat: (Non to start off with)
