Post by Nebel Grimnismal on Nov 26, 2010 22:39:13 GMT
Name: Nebel Grimnismal (First name roughly translates to Mist/fog or Cloud)
Age: Nebel doesn't know her age, but assumes herself fairly old. Even by Demonic and Angelic standards.
Species: Valkyrie
Description/Appearance: (Faceclaim - Miranda Otto as seen below in my signature) She stands at 5'6" in height with a slender athletic form, her body taut with hard muscle hidden beneath layers of her favoured clothing. Her hands are calloused from years of hard work as she still insists on doing things the old fashioned way rather than relying on modern conveniences. Her hair is long and wavy, a warm golden blonde colour that is actually a source of incredible annoyance in the mornings but she still cannot bring herself to cut it. Her eyes are blue-grey, like the steel sword she is so fond of carrying at her hip - she has grown out of the habit of wearing chainmail upon her person.
Alternative Forms: Not truly an alternative form, but when she relaxes and allows herself to truly be what she is, she possesses a set of large multihued red and gold wings arching from her spine and a small spray of orange and red feathers from behind her ears.
Weapons: Nebel believes that guns are dishonourable, she will fight with sword and shield or axe or dagger or hammer or spear, but hand her a weapon from the 'modern' era and she will more likely bludgeon you with it then use it in the manner it was intended to be. She has a long sword and a double headed axe, both of which are in excellent condition along with a rather sad looking shield which, despite her best efforts, is now simply a decorative piece as time has made the wood too delicate for anything but ornament.
Skills: She is extremely proficient in using swords, hammers and axes, she can track and hunt and prepare her own food, she can survive in a wilderness with nothing but the clothes on her back, she can tame wild horses and work leather and metal, she can weave baskets and fabric and embroider delicate things of great beauty. She can sing well and play the harp and has a talent for flower arrangement.
She is a technophobe though. Cannot even use a pay phone and hates cars with a passion.
Special/Racial abilities: Valkyries are distant cousins to Angels, though leaning more down a more warlike path than their divine brethren. Like Angels, they are exceptionally long lived and possess wings which can be hidden at will, however, they also possess a spray of feathers behind each ear, the purpose of these sprays is unknown though Scientists from Shadowford back in the Dark Days believed they served either an extra-sensory purpose or aided in flight manoeuvrability. While female Valkyries have been extremely popularised by the media, there are male Valkyries though rarely seen as they spend their time in the Homeland, Valhalla, the 'Heaven' of warriors, having their wargames, enjoying mead and meat and talk of manly things – while the women go out and do the real work. They operate rather like a Lion's Pride.
Exceptionally strong and durable, Valkyries are not as intelligent as their Angelic Brethren but they are sharper and more perceptive while being stubbornly proud and determined to maintain their independence of Heaven – preferring the boisterousness of Valhalla. While Angels enjoy a whole host of extra abilities, the only true power the Valkyrie possesses in common with them is elemental control, typically over fire or lightning though there have been documented incidents of earth, wind, water and even combinations of different elements.
They cannot heal nor form shields as they are the beings who escort the Valiant Dead to Valhalla and the Halls of Odin. It is not their duty to prevent a Warrior from joining them, but to carry them away from the mortal coil, quite usually, they are only visible in their true forms to men and women on the verge of death.
Nebel's ability is her Elemental Control, over the many, many years she has been seperated from Valhalla she perfected her power and taught herself control over Fire, Wind and Water, she has begun to learn lightning and earth only recently.
Personality: Nebel is an exceptionally proud woman, she is very wise and one of the most determined and down to earth of the Valkyries, she just 'gets on with it'. She has a temper but the years have calmed her and she can control herself better. She is cold and sharp and not easily moved into emotional displays. Her morals and ideals of honour and battle are possibly stronger than she is and like any Valkyrie worth their wings, she loves a good honest fight. She is so blunt and honest with others that she often ruffles more than a few feathers but she is strangely innocent in that regard, she simply does not understand how people would find honesty unwelcome.
She likes simple pleasures, old fashioned ones, sitting in front of a log fire and sewing something, horseback riding, a hot bath, the taste of beef and potato stew with dumplings, the smell of metal polish and bee's wax, the taste of honey. She loves the first sunrise of winter and the first flowers of spring, she is a very natural woman who likes simplicity and honesty. If she gives her word, then she has given you her honour, which is more important than life itself.
She hates laziness and views the modern world as nothing but. Technology angers her, roads are a source of horror and sadness as well as the skyscrapers and such that blot the skylines. She laments the natural world she once knew, the snow-peaked mountains, the wild forests and glens, the beautiful clearings of daffodils and bluebells one would stumble across by chance. She hates the way humanity has smothered the wonderful gift of their world and has grown to dislike them as well. She dislikes wasps and the smell of tallow wax as well as the smell of rancid fish innards.
History: Originally, Nebel had been human. The niece of a King, his adoptive daughter and then eventually the wife of a Prince from overseas, a fate she hated with every fibre of her being but bowed her stiff neck and accepted to prevent the war and massacre of her people. War came anyway and the betrayal of her husband brought a wrath such as never she had felt before onto his head, she killed him and his family and all their warriors, cursing their dishonesty and dishonour. Spitting and howling and crying until her anger and pain summoned Hel herself to see what all the fuss was about and why several Warriors who, by all rights, should have gone to Valhalla ended up in her halls of ice. Nebel doesn't remember what they spoke of, what she said or what was decided, all she can remember from that point on is seemingly waking up in the middle of Valhalla as she poured mead for rosy cheeked and exuberant men who cheered and sang and generally fell about themselves. And she knew she had been there for more than a short while. Just as she knew she was no longer human but Valkyrie now.
She served the Gods and the Warriors for many years, finding herself as consort to Thor for a short while before another pretty young thing caught his eye, that was the way of things and she paid it no mind. But men began to stop coming to Valhalla, no longer were their new faces in their halls and no longer did the other Valkyrie leave. Nebel was worried and brought her concerns to Lady Frigg – Odin's Wife – who explained that men were no longer warriors worthy of their halls, their hearts weakened and fearful and now themselves dishonourable.
Not believing that the whole of mankind could have lost their honour, Nebel requested to go to the human realm and discover the truth. Frigg allowed her, believing that she would either return with the truth that she could not find, or with her eyes wide open and her heart firm with knowledge.
But she never did.
Men had gone far and Nebel wished to know if all men were cowards, she travelled far and wide and discovered much, and much saddened her. It was true, most men had fallen into dishonour but there were a few who stood firm and strong, and them she found herself drawn to like a moth to a flame.
In the end, she was burned.
Shadowford Cove... the Scientists and the experiments... question after question about Valhalla and her kind, about the gods, about any children she may have borne – there had even been talk of crossbreeding, turning her blood to ice and her gullet to serpents. But never once did she utter a word, for the thirty years she was held, she never spoke a word nor made a sound, leading the scientists to believe her mute. Until the break out when she charged into the thronging masses of panicked humans with a full throated battle shriek, hands tearing them apart like tissue-paper in a whirlwind of blood and feathers as she rained down thirty years of impotent fury and helplessness upon them.
She left after that. Left to return to Valhalla, her heart heavy and her eyes aching with all that she had seen but... but she couldn't find her way back. She could not return, it was out of her reach and despair choked her.
For two centuries she wondered, occasionally settling down in a remote place to try and piece herself back together and gain some form of emotional equilibrium.
Eventually, she returned to Shadowford Cove in the hopes of discovering what the Scientists had done to her to prevent her from returning to her rightful home.
Roleplay sample: We RP loads on TotD but I'll throw up a sample anyway ;D
Being the only one awake in the not so early hours of the morning was one of those odd things where the world seemed to be caught in some kind of void of energy and life. Like everything slows down and becomes fuzzy and you can't help but shuffle around listlessly, not wanting to do anything but knowing you have to but trying to be quiet about it so you didn't wake anyone else up. It was neither welcome nor uncommon to Felix by this point in time. There were moments when he wondered why Madoc and Zack didn't just move in - it would certainly save them having to make the distance between their homes to where they usually slept and/or spent eighty percent of their time. Dillon already did live there - it was afterall where he kept his Not So Secret Evil Lair where he spent almost every waking moment, whenever he wasn't out terrorising the general population and giving the EHPD sore lungs from laughter - or at least just the floppy brown haired guy.
Still half asleep and nursing a mug of tea, Felix was half-heartedly mopping the bar floor, radio set to a low volume that couldn't be heard outside of the bar. He really didn't want to deal with the puke currently festering in the mens' crapper, he would handle that when he was awake and less likely to murder everyone in their sleep. Sitting on one of the bar stools he rubbed his face and finished his tea, just blearily staring into space now.
Age: Nebel doesn't know her age, but assumes herself fairly old. Even by Demonic and Angelic standards.
Species: Valkyrie
Description/Appearance: (Faceclaim - Miranda Otto as seen below in my signature) She stands at 5'6" in height with a slender athletic form, her body taut with hard muscle hidden beneath layers of her favoured clothing. Her hands are calloused from years of hard work as she still insists on doing things the old fashioned way rather than relying on modern conveniences. Her hair is long and wavy, a warm golden blonde colour that is actually a source of incredible annoyance in the mornings but she still cannot bring herself to cut it. Her eyes are blue-grey, like the steel sword she is so fond of carrying at her hip - she has grown out of the habit of wearing chainmail upon her person.
Alternative Forms: Not truly an alternative form, but when she relaxes and allows herself to truly be what she is, she possesses a set of large multihued red and gold wings arching from her spine and a small spray of orange and red feathers from behind her ears.
Weapons: Nebel believes that guns are dishonourable, she will fight with sword and shield or axe or dagger or hammer or spear, but hand her a weapon from the 'modern' era and she will more likely bludgeon you with it then use it in the manner it was intended to be. She has a long sword and a double headed axe, both of which are in excellent condition along with a rather sad looking shield which, despite her best efforts, is now simply a decorative piece as time has made the wood too delicate for anything but ornament.
Skills: She is extremely proficient in using swords, hammers and axes, she can track and hunt and prepare her own food, she can survive in a wilderness with nothing but the clothes on her back, she can tame wild horses and work leather and metal, she can weave baskets and fabric and embroider delicate things of great beauty. She can sing well and play the harp and has a talent for flower arrangement.
She is a technophobe though. Cannot even use a pay phone and hates cars with a passion.
Special/Racial abilities: Valkyries are distant cousins to Angels, though leaning more down a more warlike path than their divine brethren. Like Angels, they are exceptionally long lived and possess wings which can be hidden at will, however, they also possess a spray of feathers behind each ear, the purpose of these sprays is unknown though Scientists from Shadowford back in the Dark Days believed they served either an extra-sensory purpose or aided in flight manoeuvrability. While female Valkyries have been extremely popularised by the media, there are male Valkyries though rarely seen as they spend their time in the Homeland, Valhalla, the 'Heaven' of warriors, having their wargames, enjoying mead and meat and talk of manly things – while the women go out and do the real work. They operate rather like a Lion's Pride.
Exceptionally strong and durable, Valkyries are not as intelligent as their Angelic Brethren but they are sharper and more perceptive while being stubbornly proud and determined to maintain their independence of Heaven – preferring the boisterousness of Valhalla. While Angels enjoy a whole host of extra abilities, the only true power the Valkyrie possesses in common with them is elemental control, typically over fire or lightning though there have been documented incidents of earth, wind, water and even combinations of different elements.
They cannot heal nor form shields as they are the beings who escort the Valiant Dead to Valhalla and the Halls of Odin. It is not their duty to prevent a Warrior from joining them, but to carry them away from the mortal coil, quite usually, they are only visible in their true forms to men and women on the verge of death.
Nebel's ability is her Elemental Control, over the many, many years she has been seperated from Valhalla she perfected her power and taught herself control over Fire, Wind and Water, she has begun to learn lightning and earth only recently.
Personality: Nebel is an exceptionally proud woman, she is very wise and one of the most determined and down to earth of the Valkyries, she just 'gets on with it'. She has a temper but the years have calmed her and she can control herself better. She is cold and sharp and not easily moved into emotional displays. Her morals and ideals of honour and battle are possibly stronger than she is and like any Valkyrie worth their wings, she loves a good honest fight. She is so blunt and honest with others that she often ruffles more than a few feathers but she is strangely innocent in that regard, she simply does not understand how people would find honesty unwelcome.
She likes simple pleasures, old fashioned ones, sitting in front of a log fire and sewing something, horseback riding, a hot bath, the taste of beef and potato stew with dumplings, the smell of metal polish and bee's wax, the taste of honey. She loves the first sunrise of winter and the first flowers of spring, she is a very natural woman who likes simplicity and honesty. If she gives her word, then she has given you her honour, which is more important than life itself.
She hates laziness and views the modern world as nothing but. Technology angers her, roads are a source of horror and sadness as well as the skyscrapers and such that blot the skylines. She laments the natural world she once knew, the snow-peaked mountains, the wild forests and glens, the beautiful clearings of daffodils and bluebells one would stumble across by chance. She hates the way humanity has smothered the wonderful gift of their world and has grown to dislike them as well. She dislikes wasps and the smell of tallow wax as well as the smell of rancid fish innards.
History: Originally, Nebel had been human. The niece of a King, his adoptive daughter and then eventually the wife of a Prince from overseas, a fate she hated with every fibre of her being but bowed her stiff neck and accepted to prevent the war and massacre of her people. War came anyway and the betrayal of her husband brought a wrath such as never she had felt before onto his head, she killed him and his family and all their warriors, cursing their dishonesty and dishonour. Spitting and howling and crying until her anger and pain summoned Hel herself to see what all the fuss was about and why several Warriors who, by all rights, should have gone to Valhalla ended up in her halls of ice. Nebel doesn't remember what they spoke of, what she said or what was decided, all she can remember from that point on is seemingly waking up in the middle of Valhalla as she poured mead for rosy cheeked and exuberant men who cheered and sang and generally fell about themselves. And she knew she had been there for more than a short while. Just as she knew she was no longer human but Valkyrie now.
She served the Gods and the Warriors for many years, finding herself as consort to Thor for a short while before another pretty young thing caught his eye, that was the way of things and she paid it no mind. But men began to stop coming to Valhalla, no longer were their new faces in their halls and no longer did the other Valkyrie leave. Nebel was worried and brought her concerns to Lady Frigg – Odin's Wife – who explained that men were no longer warriors worthy of their halls, their hearts weakened and fearful and now themselves dishonourable.
Not believing that the whole of mankind could have lost their honour, Nebel requested to go to the human realm and discover the truth. Frigg allowed her, believing that she would either return with the truth that she could not find, or with her eyes wide open and her heart firm with knowledge.
But she never did.
Men had gone far and Nebel wished to know if all men were cowards, she travelled far and wide and discovered much, and much saddened her. It was true, most men had fallen into dishonour but there were a few who stood firm and strong, and them she found herself drawn to like a moth to a flame.
In the end, she was burned.
Shadowford Cove... the Scientists and the experiments... question after question about Valhalla and her kind, about the gods, about any children she may have borne – there had even been talk of crossbreeding, turning her blood to ice and her gullet to serpents. But never once did she utter a word, for the thirty years she was held, she never spoke a word nor made a sound, leading the scientists to believe her mute. Until the break out when she charged into the thronging masses of panicked humans with a full throated battle shriek, hands tearing them apart like tissue-paper in a whirlwind of blood and feathers as she rained down thirty years of impotent fury and helplessness upon them.
She left after that. Left to return to Valhalla, her heart heavy and her eyes aching with all that she had seen but... but she couldn't find her way back. She could not return, it was out of her reach and despair choked her.
For two centuries she wondered, occasionally settling down in a remote place to try and piece herself back together and gain some form of emotional equilibrium.
Eventually, she returned to Shadowford Cove in the hopes of discovering what the Scientists had done to her to prevent her from returning to her rightful home.
Roleplay sample: We RP loads on TotD but I'll throw up a sample anyway ;D
Being the only one awake in the not so early hours of the morning was one of those odd things where the world seemed to be caught in some kind of void of energy and life. Like everything slows down and becomes fuzzy and you can't help but shuffle around listlessly, not wanting to do anything but knowing you have to but trying to be quiet about it so you didn't wake anyone else up. It was neither welcome nor uncommon to Felix by this point in time. There were moments when he wondered why Madoc and Zack didn't just move in - it would certainly save them having to make the distance between their homes to where they usually slept and/or spent eighty percent of their time. Dillon already did live there - it was afterall where he kept his Not So Secret Evil Lair where he spent almost every waking moment, whenever he wasn't out terrorising the general population and giving the EHPD sore lungs from laughter - or at least just the floppy brown haired guy.
Still half asleep and nursing a mug of tea, Felix was half-heartedly mopping the bar floor, radio set to a low volume that couldn't be heard outside of the bar. He really didn't want to deal with the puke currently festering in the mens' crapper, he would handle that when he was awake and less likely to murder everyone in their sleep. Sitting on one of the bar stools he rubbed his face and finished his tea, just blearily staring into space now.
