Post by Nymeth on Mar 8, 2011 20:32:34 GMT -5
PLEASE NOTE. Because of her history I thought that a bird of prey was only proper, but I have just been informed that there is currently a ban on them. A masked owl is pretty much perfect, however, and the other two options are pretty good, butttt otherwise I'd prefer to keep her on hold until she could have them again. D: Also, if we are striving to keep more of a certain balance, I'll also be more than happy to change Artume's mantel to a chital deer OR a mountain clouded yellow butterfly instead of an iberian lynx in exchange? <333
Player Name: inkling
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): AIM – whimsy b e l l s; email – theplutonian [at] yahoo
*Years of Rping: ~8
Name: Nymeth
*Age: ~1000
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Nimbus
Preferred mantel (pick three): Masked Owl, Halcyon, Swan
Court Preference: Seelie
Appearance: Like the rest of her kind, Nymeth is blessed with golden locks and blue eyes. She is tall and sturdy, just below five foot eleven. Her legs are chiseled from mountainsides, her abs from cliffs. If her wavy hair is the sun, then her arms, shoulders, and neck are made of thick storm clouds – and her eyes bright lightning. Her sandy, tanned skin is sinewy and often shines with sweat or oils.
As is common with the valkyrie, she is a beauty of a warrior. Her muscles further complement her curves and altogether presents the portrait of a true woman. Though her face dons soft features, the set of her jaw and the ferocity that screams from her eyes are enough to tell you otherwise. She has been there and back again.
Nymeth is most frequently found in her armor. Rarely, if ever, is she without her helm. It hardly protects her face, and does not cover the very top of her head, but serves its primary purpose: displaying her striped valkyrie feathers. It is iron engraved with gilded gold etchings, symbols only significant to Nymeth and her past sisters. The rest of her outfit consists of sharp, electric blue chainmail, breastplate, shoulder guards, forearm guards, and a matching iron belt that covers her crotch and keeps her battle skirts in place. From the belt hangs two light red, leather loops, and from each she attaches leather sheaths as necessary. Nymeth owns two swords and several spears, but rarely carries more than one weapon at a time. Her skirts are a soft cream, decorated with stains of battle and some simple embroidery. The ruffled sleeves of the dress stick out from underneath her shoulder guards. All are cut and decorated with shapes and designs that suggest wings, most of these details in the same light gold as her helm.
When she is not wearing her armor, Nymeth prefers pants and a loose top. She is never seen without feathers of some kind.
Personality: Nymeth is neither hard nor soft, cold nor hot; she is firm and lukewarm. She is worn and not easily provoked, nor easily impressed. With most things – with most people – she is neutral, by the wayside, observing with indifference. She does what must be done of her, and nothing more. Fierce in battle and in heart, she is a strictly loyal, honorable woman who refuses to go back on her word, sometimes even when she should.
When it comes to social interaction, she is more likely to occupy herself with meat and mead than conversation. It is nigh impossible to get a stir from her unless you happen to pique her interest. If you do, however, you are likely to discover a very compassionate perspective that is riddled with confusion and guilt. She may be stiff, even when unnoticed tears roll down.
Nymeth fights only for those who she deems worthy of her sword and spear. There is no one she would immediately pledge allegiance or loyalty to – she is not won over by charms or money, by good deeds or power. It is only the character of a person that she assesses and values, and nothing more. Those who have desired to duel her are frequently rejected – she has never accepted, only balked at all of her challengers. Attempting to get a rise out of her will often be greeted with pitied chuckles and scoffs, but if you happen to be successful, you will have raised a thunderstorm that you cannot quell.
*History: Nymeth was once among the ranks of the valkyrie, but she scarcely remembers the details of her heydays. She was a “chooser of the slain” for Odin, according to texts she has read – but she recalls little. There are instances when her memories leak in, reminding her of old battles, soaring in on winged horses with her sisters. But there are many more a time when she wonders if she has simply made them up, in vain hope of giving herself some background.
Nevertheless, many of the skills required of a valkyrie seem to have remained intact. She is a fierce warrior, particularly with any style of spear, and a force to be reckoned with – if you can manage to provoke her.
From her readings:
“The Valkyries were blonde, blue-eyed warrior maidens who assisted Odin by choosing which newly slain warriors would enter Valhalla. Here the chosen would fight each day and feast and drink each night in preparation for Ragnarok, when they would help defend Asgard in the final battle in which the gods would die. The Valkyries rode through the air in glistening armor and helped determine the victor of battles and the course of wars. The Valkyries also served Odin as messengers, and when they rode forth on such errands, their armor would sparkle, causing the strange atmospheric phenomena known as the Northern Lights.”
Player Name: inkling
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): AIM – whimsy b e l l s; email – theplutonian [at] yahoo
*Years of Rping: ~8
Name: Nymeth
*Age: ~1000
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Nimbus
Preferred mantel (pick three): Masked Owl, Halcyon, Swan
Court Preference: Seelie
Appearance: Like the rest of her kind, Nymeth is blessed with golden locks and blue eyes. She is tall and sturdy, just below five foot eleven. Her legs are chiseled from mountainsides, her abs from cliffs. If her wavy hair is the sun, then her arms, shoulders, and neck are made of thick storm clouds – and her eyes bright lightning. Her sandy, tanned skin is sinewy and often shines with sweat or oils.
As is common with the valkyrie, she is a beauty of a warrior. Her muscles further complement her curves and altogether presents the portrait of a true woman. Though her face dons soft features, the set of her jaw and the ferocity that screams from her eyes are enough to tell you otherwise. She has been there and back again.
Nymeth is most frequently found in her armor. Rarely, if ever, is she without her helm. It hardly protects her face, and does not cover the very top of her head, but serves its primary purpose: displaying her striped valkyrie feathers. It is iron engraved with gilded gold etchings, symbols only significant to Nymeth and her past sisters. The rest of her outfit consists of sharp, electric blue chainmail, breastplate, shoulder guards, forearm guards, and a matching iron belt that covers her crotch and keeps her battle skirts in place. From the belt hangs two light red, leather loops, and from each she attaches leather sheaths as necessary. Nymeth owns two swords and several spears, but rarely carries more than one weapon at a time. Her skirts are a soft cream, decorated with stains of battle and some simple embroidery. The ruffled sleeves of the dress stick out from underneath her shoulder guards. All are cut and decorated with shapes and designs that suggest wings, most of these details in the same light gold as her helm.
When she is not wearing her armor, Nymeth prefers pants and a loose top. She is never seen without feathers of some kind.
Personality: Nymeth is neither hard nor soft, cold nor hot; she is firm and lukewarm. She is worn and not easily provoked, nor easily impressed. With most things – with most people – she is neutral, by the wayside, observing with indifference. She does what must be done of her, and nothing more. Fierce in battle and in heart, she is a strictly loyal, honorable woman who refuses to go back on her word, sometimes even when she should.
When it comes to social interaction, she is more likely to occupy herself with meat and mead than conversation. It is nigh impossible to get a stir from her unless you happen to pique her interest. If you do, however, you are likely to discover a very compassionate perspective that is riddled with confusion and guilt. She may be stiff, even when unnoticed tears roll down.
Nymeth fights only for those who she deems worthy of her sword and spear. There is no one she would immediately pledge allegiance or loyalty to – she is not won over by charms or money, by good deeds or power. It is only the character of a person that she assesses and values, and nothing more. Those who have desired to duel her are frequently rejected – she has never accepted, only balked at all of her challengers. Attempting to get a rise out of her will often be greeted with pitied chuckles and scoffs, but if you happen to be successful, you will have raised a thunderstorm that you cannot quell.
*History: Nymeth was once among the ranks of the valkyrie, but she scarcely remembers the details of her heydays. She was a “chooser of the slain” for Odin, according to texts she has read – but she recalls little. There are instances when her memories leak in, reminding her of old battles, soaring in on winged horses with her sisters. But there are many more a time when she wonders if she has simply made them up, in vain hope of giving herself some background.
Nevertheless, many of the skills required of a valkyrie seem to have remained intact. She is a fierce warrior, particularly with any style of spear, and a force to be reckoned with – if you can manage to provoke her.
From her readings:
“The Valkyries were blonde, blue-eyed warrior maidens who assisted Odin by choosing which newly slain warriors would enter Valhalla. Here the chosen would fight each day and feast and drink each night in preparation for Ragnarok, when they would help defend Asgard in the final battle in which the gods would die. The Valkyries rode through the air in glistening armor and helped determine the victor of battles and the course of wars. The Valkyries also served Odin as messengers, and when they rode forth on such errands, their armor would sparkle, causing the strange atmospheric phenomena known as the Northern Lights.”
