Post by wandering on Nov 8, 2011 0:10:54 GMT -5
Lintvedt; Onsdag; Human
Name: Onsdag Lintvedt
Nickname: None
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Meister
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: None yet
A Strong Body
Picture:
Appearance: An adolescent girl who is short in stature. Onsdag has a serious sort of face. Her build is stereotypically Scandinavian; board shoulders, ample breasts, a large posterior, and wide child-birthin’ hips. All in all this makes her feel extraordinarily overweight. She hides her body behind a shaggy oversized gray fur coat. Under the said coat, she rotates between poet style dress shirts—always in white.
Onsdag wears black wool tights instead of pants, in the hopes that they make her look slimmer. She dons a gray knee length skirt for the hiding her lower half. Her footwear is more practical, that being simple tied black boots.
She has a single eyeball which is deep blue in colour. Her other eye, the left one, is missing and all that is there is a fleshy socket. She has it covered up by a simple eyepatch.
Fitting with the rest of the Scandinavian stereotype, Onsdag's hair is pale blond. She wears her hair in thick braids down either side of her head and they are looped like nooses. Her face is round, her lashes thick, lips bold, teeth strong and sharp like the wolf, a fine nose, and thin arching eyebrows-- Onsdag takes great personal pride in her face. While she does her best to hide her emotions, blush can frequently be seen on her otherwise serious face
Soul: Her soul appears as a misty cool gray orb with wispy noose like loops by either side of the orb. It wears a neutral expression.
Height: 4' 9”
Weight: 130lbs
Fighting Style: Onsdag loves combat. Her battle lust is so strong, she feels…knows…that she’ll loose herself in battle. For this reason, her fighting style is very restraint, careful, cautions, and accurate. She waits for the perfect moment to strike, even if that means being attacked upon. Holding back, she lets her opponent set the pace.
When she looses herself, she is a completely different person in battle. She fights wildly and without hesitation, unaware of her condition or what’s going on around her.
Personality: On the surface, Onsdag is a no-nonsense kind of girl, however; under the surface is is full of self-doubt and inner turmoil. She rarely shows her true emotions—or any emotions at all for that matter. Onsdag considers them to be a sign of weakness so she bottles them all up.
An introvert at heart, she spends much of her time reflecting inward and trusts no one. Of course, bottling up ones emotions usually ends in an eruption of emotion eventually—when she erupts its usually anger and often accompanied with tears.
World-weary and hardened from her intense training and travels, she isn't exactly a "team player” and is generally very pessimistic. Onsdag prefers to take time to think before rushing into everything. This can lead to over thinking situations that require immediate answers. When Onsdag does talks, she gets straight to the point. She hates sugarcoating and beating around the bush
Her thirst for knowledge is unquenchable. She believes that knowledge is the most powerful tool in battle. Because she was brought up in mostly seclusion, social cues are all together lost on her, though she has picked up a few manners in her travels. She is very insecure about her body; she makes up for it by taking pride in her hard work and prowess and the vanity in her face.
She gets uncharacteristically visually angry and violent when people comment on or about her eyepatch/ lack of eye, touch, mark, or harm her face. An angry she cannot control and is terrified that she’ll loose control of herself forever. Onsdag was not brought p to judge good or evil therefore has a hard time fathoming that all witches are inherently evil enough to have their souls eaten. Onsdag is irrationally superstitions (No open umbrellas indoors, hats on the bed, broken mirrors, that jazz). When Onsdag is worried, she rambles, when she is nervous, she cleans and bakes.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: N/A
Partial Form: N/A
Abilities:
Soul Perception (Low class)
Onsdag’s perception only works close range--less than twenty feet. She cannot sense good, evil, or whatever is in between. She can, however; sense the strength of the soul.
Soul Purge: (Low class)
A basic form of self-resonating. Onsdag can channel her soul wavelength down through an arm and into a hand. It gives her punches, hits, and other physical hand related attacks an oomph. She can only use one hand at a time, and the wavelength does not travel very far from her hand. It appears cool gray in color.
Madness
Her sanity is balanced on a very tiny pin-point. It is only through sheer tenacity that she doesn't constantly fly off the metaphorical handle bars. Her Insanity effects like someone if frontal lobe damage. Her breed of Madness is paranoia-fueled, she has a crippling inability to make decisions, and most importantly has an all-consuming rage.
In this state of mind, she had no regard for the well being of herself or others.
She, in this state, has a burning desire to start fight and never stop. When she attacks in this state. It is without thought and without care of whether her blows land or whom they land upon.
More trying still, because of her paranoia, her friends become enemies in a blink of an eye. Normally, she has the unfathomable rage under control but her Madness is very much apart of her daily life; minor paranoia and indecisiveness and the want to just snap is something she struggles with day to day. While she wears the burden of her Insanity about her like a heavy cross, she does benefit from her lapses of sanity by being able to tap into the fullness of her physical strength regardless of the outcome.
Resonances: None yet
Out of your Mind
Strengths: -Tremendous upper body strength
-Can go days without sleep if she forces herself too…
-Amazing hearing due to extended blindfolded training
-Has the best pokerface
-Picking up new things quickly
Weaknesses: -Zero depth perception (And large amount of blindzone)
-…but gets sleepy at the worst times
-Poor flexibility (body, soul, and mind)
-Unable to control herself when angry
-Indecisive
Hobbies: -Memorizing things like fables, sonnets, ect,
-Learning about history, science, and anything that she happens to fancy at the moment .
-Daydreaming about a long healthy life with a perfect partner and children.
-Training her body to its breaking point.
-Taxidermy
-Playing sad songs on the ukulele
Likes: -Sweets
-Hunting
-Reading
-Quiet, cold, calm mornings
-Trying to look her best then act like she doesn't care
-Snow
-The color white
-Training
-Loosing weight
-Practicing good housekeeping
-To wear frill girly clothes when she’s home alone
-To sing while doing housework
-The lonely heel of the bread that no eats (She thinks its the tastiest part of the bread)
Dislikes: -Sour foods
-Loud noises
-Waiting in lines
-When someone is stronger than her
-Anyone who shows his or her emotions readily
-Her own emotional outbursts
-The shortness of her own mortality
- When colors clash
-When the weather is too hot
-Facial blemishes
-Being “fat”
-Being caught singing
-The smell of meerkats
Aspirations: To live a long and happy (and normal) with a perfect significant other and/or perfect children.
History: A very long time ago a being called Odin who commanded ravens and was utterly vicious in battle was said to exist. The Scandinavian Pagans believe that he was and is the god of all gods who gave up an eye and hung himself to gain the gift of unlimited knowledge. Most historians however believe that he was a very foolish man who served a very power witch who gave him power in exchange for his life and sanity. This of course is considered blasphemous. The Vö lva's (Clans of woman historically led by an elder witch dressed in all white said to travel the world and spread their teachings and gather knowledge in foreign lands) passed the stories down by word of mouth. These woman were said to have powers directly from Odin and could turn into animals and speak in tongues. The elders were said to give birth to a single girl and lived short lives (short for witches but long for humans at the time, which was said to be around 90 years) The groups, once large, diminished over time and were eventually believed to be wiped out completely by the Shimigami. Today, the traditions are kept in the holidays and practices of the Scandinavian Pagans and none are believed to have enough witch in them to be deemed a threat...
One elder manged to escape the great witch purge and fed back to her homelands. She lived a normal life, married a normal human man and had a short and happy (all things considered) life giving birth to one daughter. This daughter to lived a short and normal life, having a daughter, living to 60 and dying. Her daughter did the same, living a normal but shorter life than the one before and so on having less and less daughters and living shorter and shorter lives. Bringing us to one woman who had many boys (eight to be exact) and a single baby girl. The woman, only in her thirties, died shortly after. The husband, knowing he was in ill health both physically and mentally, gave his old battle partner the child to raise and sent the rest of the children to be brought up by others in his clan.
The child, named after the day of the Allfather, was brought up by the man she only knew as Master. He taught her the old arts and ways of their old religion and on her ninth birthday dragged her out of bed, tied her up to the tallest tree and left her there. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, two ravens came by and plucked her red mismatched eye out and ate it. They then picked her ropes apart and lead her back home. From that moment one, divinations and chants became aggressive training as though for life and death. In the summer of her 15th year, her Master was gone. He left a simple map with a single goal and a note that said Go. Ever loyal, but lost and confused, Onsdag left the only home she knew and began her journey to strange lands.
Early on, she met up with other travelers. She took comfort in the group which was made up of two emerging young men, a young lady, and a lost child like herself. Onsdag bonded with this group, who were apparently some sort of rebels rebelling against the very place that was her destination. They were distracted, however; by the lost girl looking for her mother. By a strange twist of fate, it turned out this girl was a witch. A fight broke out within the group. Onsdag defended the little girl because to her she was just a child who was lost, alone, and afraid. This left her at the sharp end of a human who could turn into a weapon like her Master could. Presumably left to die with the witch girl, the witch's mother found them just in the nic of time. She repaid Onsdag by treating her wounds and wishing her well, the girl continued her journey vowing to do it without any further human contact with only the company of her two ravens Silence and Sound.
Which she did up until she stopped in France. She knew she would be unable to travel across the ocean without money, she found someone to hire her with what shaky French she knew. Luckily, it was a simple job. All she had to do was watch a fair woman's home while she was out on business. This, Onsdag recalls, was a nice time but feels like there are parts missing whenever she thinks about it. She continued on, managing to pay her way into a Cargo ship and landing somewhere in Virginia, a rather disgustingly hot state. Onsdag continued on, mostly on foot, occasionally hitch hiking until she made it to Death City, Nevada. Which is where we met her today.
Extra Notes: -Sound and Silence are male twin-ravens that are supposed decedents of Memory and Mind, two wildly powerful magical ravens used by Odin himself. While they are very smart and can seemingly comprehend human speech, they do not seem possess any magical abilities. They are Onsdag's dearest companions and values them above all else.
-Onsdag's laughter always sounds nervous as she's not use to laughing, like, ever.
Behind the strings
Alias: You can just call me Ons or Wednesday or whatever
Other characters: Just this one
Face Claim: Naw dawg sloppy makeouts
RP Sample:The shade of an evergreen gave her solace from the hot noonday sun, and its needles provided a nice bed. Sound and Silence were roosting high up, watching north and south. The tip of the tree sagged back and forth. Silence let out a gentle caw.
“Did you know,” She addressed no one in particular, “T'at pine needles make t'e ground inhospitable to odder plant life…?” Onsdag looked up through the tree branches. She imagined that they ruffled their feather smugly. She let a smile spread across her face. Those two liked to act like they knew everything. Sound screeched loudly. There was game somewhere in the distance. Onsdag couldn’t sense it; it was too far away…it was too warm out.
She unfastened her coat, her body drenched with sweat. Stupid heat. If she weren’t so large, she wouldn’t have to wear something so hot and heavy. Onsdag’s smile turned into a frown. She swore softly. They still had far to go. Too far to go, way too far…Silence cawed three times and Sound one. They were going to look for water. She was parched.
Why did her Master think that she could do this? Sound took off, buffering against the wind for a moment, before smoothly cutting through the air like a black knife.
“Master…I’m too veak. I’m too veak for t'is,” Onsdag’s eyelid closed slowly as she mused aloud, “Vhen I get t'ere, vhat vill happen? I’m afraid for t'e future. It’s so far avay and yet means so much. Vhy…”Onsdag pushed herself up from the pine tree, “Silence!”
Onsdag followed the distance sounds of Sound’s cawing. Silence fell gracefully down from the tip of the pine to her shoulder like an autumn’s leaf. ‘Ve’ll get vater,’ She thought, as Silence fondly nibbled on her hair, ‘And head vest. Travel in the moonlight and vfind shelter for the afdernoon….”
“Avfter all,” She said, causing Silence to tilt his head curiously, “T'e afvternoon sun is de very vorst for t'e skin.”
Onsdag walked, standing straight and tall, each step with confidence even though her soul shook with uncertainty for the future towards the sounds of Sound's voice.
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