Post by Lira on Apr 25, 2014 0:56:58 GMT -5
Presenting [Lira Skjalfdir]
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Date of Birth / Age: 6th of Frostfall, 32
Nicknames: (if any)Li, Little Raven.
Race: Nord
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Affilitation: Companion
Favorite spell: Flames
Favored Weapons: {Sköll} —Skyforge Steel Sword/ {Hati} Dagger
Lycanthropy: Only able to transform once a day for a short period
of time that may be extended if she feeds continuously.
Titles: Harbinger, after the passing of Kodlak.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
-Appearance-
Hair: Wavy and waist length, jet black.
Eyes: Green, always has crimson war paint over her left eye.
Height: 5’9.
Scars: A few small cuts across her left cheek, three large gashes across her back. Various small knicks here and there about her legs and arms.
Tattoos: A large tribal style piece surrounding the scars she has on her back that takes up the entire left side of her back to her waist and goes down her left arm.
Attire: Often wearing Wolf Armor. When not in battle or working she switches to Light Armor.
Summary: Lira has a pretty lean yet athletic build. Years of hunting alone and fending for herself evident by her strong stamina and keen senses; as well as the few nasty scars strewn about her body, a constant reminder of the hardships she has survived that are now worn with pride.
Her appearance is often hidden behind dark hoods and her cold and unapproachable demeanor, making it hard for anyone to get close to her, which was fine. The warrior preferred to keep others at bay, out of fear of someone or something getting in her way. Everything she ever knew revolved around relying on yourself and staying alive, there was little room for attachment in that equation.
Face Claim: Jaimie Alexander
CHARACTER PERSONALITY
+ Strengths:
-Hand to hand combat
-Tracking
-Heightened Senses
-Higher Stamina
-Enhanced Strength
-Very skilled with knives—particularly the two daggers she keeps on
her at all times.
-Disease Resistance: All Lycanthropes, whether in wolf form or not,
have resistance to disease.
- Weaknesses:
-Very stubborn
-Refuses to ask for assistance, even she knows she is truly in need of
it.
-Headstrong; her strong need for revenge at times clouds her better
judgement.
-Family; Cecilie and Talin- as they are the only family she has left
she’s protective of them, specifically her older brother and fears he will be taken
from her once more.
-Horrible insomniac, her gift not allowing her to get much real rest
if any at all.
-Blood lust; her hunger for blood is quite strong, an insatiable desire
to kill always present.
Personality :
Clever, smart -mouthed and a little too honest for her own good, Lira’s personality has taken
numerous beatings through out the years, every death she was faced with having a very
negative effect on her outlook on life. She can be rather persuasive when the occasion calls for it.
Her quick wit one of the qualities that has kept her alive thus far. A bit of a lone wolf by nature, she quietly observes her enemies carefully, quickly picking up on any signs of weakness to use to
her advantage.. She is the embodiment of an Alpha female without much conscious effort, a natural born leader, paving her own path rather than following someone else’s.
As a werewolf, she’s a talented hunter, fulling embracing the gift that was bestowed upon her and therefore often indifferent to many situations.
At the same time, she is very loyal to those whom have gained her trust and respect, gladly doing what is asked of her to aid them in any way she can. Lira finds comfort in other like minded wolves and beings similar to herself, partially the reason why she has mentored and taken care of many a young pup through out the years,those that reminded her of herself at that point in time especially. With that said, she is very protective of the few who actually mean something to her, readily sacrificing her own life to save that of those closest to her.
The woman isn’t completely heartless, just a hardened warrior used to playing with the cards she is dealt.
OVERALL BACKGROUND
Father: Darius Skjalfdir --Deceased
Mother: Cecilie Skjalfdir --Missing/ Alive
Siblings: Talin Skjalfdir --Alive
Pets: Ares, a black and white husky/ wolf hybrid.
Overall History:
Born in Whiterun, Lira grew up with a fairly ordinary upbringing, as normal an upbringing as one can have in Skyrim that is, she had a dedicated mother, an older twin brother whom she looked up to and a few pets. Things seemed pleasant and average, everything a growing child needed, up until the age of nine when her mother left on business for the day and never returned, the details of which Lira is still unsure of to this day. Left to fend for herself, she thought she was to be abandoned. A close friend of the family, Roskov, who was not keen on raising the young girl took her in despite this fact, teaching her to be independent and observant. She strove to understand the world around her as quickly as possible, not allowing herself to return to the past she could not change. That first year spent adjusting was the toughest she had to face. Separated from her older brother— the only blood she thought remained— who at the time was still studying in Morrowind, Lira often times found herself alone, but she wasn’t without gratitude.
The young child was educated in basic combat and survival skills, too young as of yet to handle blade or bow. She took quickly to these teachings and was refined in strategy and proper footwork, a good base for further training later in life. Roskov was a brilliant man and an even more talented warrior in her eyes, one whom she owes a great deal to, were it not for his kindness she would not have advanced as much as she had, every challenge she met helping her grow stronger even if she couldn’t see it at the time.
During her formal schooling years away from home—Roskov insisting she gain more knowledge of the world outside of the ways of the warrior— she laid low, a quiet youngling who kept to herself and enjoyed the company of the small circle of friends she spent time with. She never made a conscious effort to start fights or go looking for reasons to attract unwanted attention, although she was not one to easily back down from confrontation, it would seem she had a knack for trouble, and mischief had a way of finding her more times than not; No punishment affecting her staunch personality.
It wouldn’t be until her last year of formal education—that tragedy would strike once more, while out, after hours, one evening playing a game of hide and seek with friends in the wild. As her mates all headed back to their rooms she decided to stay behind for a bit longer, noticing her locket had gone missing mid game and wanting to search for it in the area. There in the dark, Lira would run into something far more life shattering than the death of her loved ones, if such a thing existed; the trees the only witness to the tragic incident.
Left for dead in the wilderness she was found by Skjor, who, in recognizing the wounds and disease spreading, temporarily kept a close watch over her. Now scarred and unable to return to her former life, Lira struggled to come to terms with the cursed life of the moon. It took time to adjust to the primal ways of the wolf, her senses taking the longest to adapt. Thankfully the man who rescued her, though acting with preventative intentions of keeping another wild were-beast from sloppy, ruthless slaughter, instructed her in the ways of his kind, before parting ways once the young maiden was fully healed.
Lira showed prowess in her new found abilities and when she was finally ready to return home to Whiterun, months after her attack and with a better grasp of her new abilities, Skjor thought it only fitting to introduce her to the Companions.
In Jorrvaskr the she-wolf hungrily learned all any were willing to teach, using her former instruction by Roskov to excel in one handed swords, daggers, tracking and the hunt. No longer wanting to burden others, Lira set out on her own when she was ready, occasionally returning to Jorrvaskr for short periods of time but never lingering for too long, finding solitude more suitable to her new way of life.
As the years rolled on, she began to see what many considered to be an evil curse as a blessing.. It has become as much a part of her now as anything else, and for that she treasures it, refusing to take any sort of potions meant to suppress her darker nature but instead fully embracing it. The surge of strength and the respect and fear such traits instill in others is what she now lives for. In many ways she had become the ultimate hunter, not one who kills simply for sport, but a decisive and brutal being who had the ability to know her enemies better than they knew themselves, through her heightened senses alone.
As a back up, should she somehow find herself unable to rely on her wolf blood alone, Lira dabbles in Magic, not a pro by any definition of the word, having failed many a magical exam, there is much yet to be learned. [The spells she has completely mastered being ‘Flames’ and ‘Healing Hands’ out of necessity.] Her ever expanding knowledge serves its purpose and aids her in her ‘profession’ from time to time. She is more attune to nature and it’s inhabitants as a side effect, mainly dealing with elemental magic, and finds her lycanthropic senses heightened due to it’s use. But like all good things, magic comes comes with a price, in this case it can be very draining, and is a very last resort in most cases.
Role-Play Sample
At those words Lira fell silent, all merriment stripped away, hunger non existent as Aela continued on with the details of his demise.
Merely responding with a curt nod, the surrounding area seemingly blurred out of focus as she stood, feet carrying her away from the table and out of Jorrvaskr into the cold of night.The rage boiling inside—and the beast desperate for release— nearly impossible to contain.
Human flesh fell away the moment she left the safety of Whiterun’s wall’s, the desire to run— as hard and fast as her paws would carry her— overpowering the primal need to rip the still beating heart from the one responsible.
Truth was, Lira owed a great deal to Skjor, a debt she had vowed to repay in full the night he’d found her in those woods. And as the realization that she would never truly be able to repay him sank in, a blood curdling roar erupted from her chest. Vicious jaws sinking into the first prey it could find, a bear. The she-wolf’s manner of mourning a fallen brethren, one she fully intended to avenge once blood lust subsided and mind was stable once more.
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