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APPLICATION
PLAYER
↠ Name: silent, or sometimes 'oh that guy'
↠ Age: Yes
↠ Characters Played: Ace!
CHARACTER
↠ Name: Aithne
↠ Canon: OC
↠ Journal: Awesome
↠ Canon Point: N/A
↠ Reserve: (The URL for your reserve)
↠ Age: Physically, 22-ish, but she is well over 1600 years old.
↠ Appearance: Aithne is roughly six feet in height and comes in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is built lean for the post part, with long thick black hair that extends just past her waist. She has two, perhaps striking, features. First her skin. She is pale, though not unhealthy looking(think of the alabaster look) and her eyes. Her eyes are a piercing ice blue in color and they stand out against the background of her visage. Most times she can be found dressed in britches, boots, and likely a tightly fitting tank top, with her hair in a single braid. (Yes I know the PB doesn't match precisely, but the lady fits the closest to how I picture her)
↠ Reference/History: For a general back ground on what she is, check here
Aithne was born to a blacksmith father and a midwife, healer mother to a Celtic tribe south of Hadrian's Wall, before the pull back by the Romans. Her early life was fairly unremarkable and typical of the time. She was tasked to help with tasks around the house as well as with her father's work.
It was not until she was nine that she displayed her mother's talents with magic. Something that was accepted by her people but looked upon at best skeptical by the Romans. Her first display of her connection to the magical realm was relighting her father's forge after a particularly hard snow storm that kept them all within their houses for days. Her mother, recognizing the signs, took her to task. Thought her own magic was more centric to healing, she provided what she could in the manner of instruction to the budding elementalist as well as sending her out to foster for,realtively, short period of fostering with those that she trusted and knew the discipline.
By the time the young woman was fourteen, she was a deft help to both her mother and her father. Both of their respective disciplines calling equally to her. Her mother, healed. She knew the mix of herbs, and the best times to apply them to give the best results. Her father, worked in fire. Something that she could summon at will, and was relatively immune to. She didn't have his strength but she was a deft assistant.
She was happy, and she was learning, and needed by her parents and her village...and she was in her prime to be married.
That was a problem. Aithne had no interest in men, but she was expected to take a husband, not only for her family but also for her village. It was more of a practical matter than anything else, but she could not abide by it. This led to her moving away, not far in truth, but separated from her family and kin. She faired well, her parents had taught her well(and supplied her what they could), so she could establish a small house for herself fitted with a forge, and her healing skills were known.
And that is when Anwyl arrived. A girl close to her age, that she had known in her village, rapped on her door. Anwyl sought a refuge that Aithne was glad to provide and this simple show of compassion blossomed into a romance between the two. That is until the Roman's abandoned their positions.
Aithne had been hunting, a brace of rabbits on her hip as she broke into the small clearing that marked their house, only to see a squad of Romans surrounding Anwyl. Her hands bound and the intention was clear that they meant to take her back to whatever land that they had come from. There was no hesitation as Aithne raised her bow, set her eye, and let fly the first arrow into the throat of the one she thought was the commander.
They scattered, but first one thrust the short sword fancied by the occupiers into Anwyl. There was no sound, she simply collapsed into a heap as the cadre scattered. Another arrow, another dead Roman. She walked boldly over the clearing, trying to pick her shots, even as the rage of what they had done played in her mind.
Then she heard it, one managed to flank her. Aithne sacrificed her bow in averting the blow, but she had no sword, just a pair of daggers, that she used as she flung herself into her attacker. She was not experienced but he was over confident, and she was on fire. Even then he wounded her as she ended his life.
Her magic failed her, maybe if she had some experience it would have turned out differently but eventually she was overwhelmed and lay on the clearing gasping her left gasp staring at the sky. She wanted to burn them all but she could not summon the fire that had always been at her fingertips. Aithne felt cold and knew, then they was a shadow over her.
"You showed fierceness in the face of odds you knew you would not overcome young one." The shadow knelt as her last breath passed her lips. "You will be rewarded for this." And then nothing.
And that is how she was selected into the ranks of the Valkal.
And what a change it was. Instead of the relative freedom she had as a mortal, without regard to some particulars, she was now bound within a rank. One without the experience may think it a servitude, and they would not be entirely incorrect, though it was a situation she adapted to. Especially with the changes made to her now immortal form.
Aithne began lowest amongst the ranks, and there were some that disagreed with the decision to award her such a membership, so there were many years of the lowliest duties, such as collecting the souls of the fallen and long scouting missions in the various Realms. The latter she enjoyed mainly because it gave her some freedom, though she consistently took advantage of the libraries with Valhalla and those scholars, and practitioners, of magic to learn more about her gift. Something that evaded her grasp while she was still a mortal.
Although it was not always about what she wished. Much of her time was spent in training, in martial skills both armed and not, tactics, as well as impressing into her a instinctual relationship with her ability to fly.
Slowly she rose through the ranks, via her skills in battle against both their traditional foes and those of the gods that encroached over the ones under their protection. Over the centuries she watched, with the others as their influence upon the mortals of Midgard faded to a whisper. Some became disillusioned , others shifted their focus to the various threats, Aithne however would take her leave to travel now and again to Midgard and walk among the various peoples. Often she would simply observe, playing the foreign traveller upon the land, watching and learning as these mortals grew and changed. Occasionally she would interfere in matters, after all there were some rules in place as part of a pact of the angels, attempting to be as unobtrusive as possible.
With all the wars, these interludes, watching and observing, speaking with the Gods of her youth, over time she became a bit harder but she did remain true to her nature. In way it was a forging process that took a millennia and a half. Strong, observant, quiet until she was certain of the path she needed to take, willing to work within shadows and forsaking glory.
All things that attracted the attention of a certain rare male Valkal, recent added to the ranks but with his own House, and Odin's own blessing at that. It was not long before he approached her. Speaking to her often about magic and about her thoughts about events in the Hall as well on Midgard. These conversations became tutelage, and he was a hard instructor though fair. Teaching her the intricacies of the elemental gifts that she had as well as expanding her understanding of working within the shadows.
It was different because he was from the modern mortal world but he spoke as if he were far older and wiser than he should have been. At first she accompanied him on various mission of his own, then she was tasked to guard another one of his proteges. Another Valkyrie in fact, one who was also 'newly' joined, one that would also become not only a mentor but a very close friend.
That is how she fell into the mix of the celestial and mortal realm, for her new mentor was dedicated to protecting to mortals, though special, to the pain of death. This she understood and joined in the cause to protect the two shifters.
↠ Personality: Aithne, all things considered, is an affable and easily approachable person. She is normally cheerful and would rather console and encourage then avenge. However she does not look at the purpose of her 'job' to be a chore just another aspect of what she is, even if there is some distaste at some of the aspects. Initially she relies on the standards of the Flights to guide her behavior, she well recognizes rank and chains of commands, though she will not always respect them due to her nature of rather doing something than wait. Sometimes her quietness is mistaken for submission, but she would rather observe and learn the specifics of a situation than assuming. While she is not quick to anger, when it comes it comes in fire, sometimes literally. In matters of love, she is of a capricious nature somewhat accelerated by modern mores. However, once she gives her bond that is a bond that will last. There are not many better friends to be had.
↠ Powers / Abilities: In addition to the innate Valkal abilities listed in the reference section, Aithne does bring along her own abilities and skill set to the the party, as it were.
Magic(this may be moved to a reference post of its own):
There is a general working on how magic works in her world that I will not go into unless it comes up. It is in depth discussion to have, even if the concept it fairly simple. So this section will focus on her capabilities.
In life Aithne was an Elementalist. Magic was not unknown to her people, or something that was particularly feared. It did arch some eyes, and with anyone with a power seemingly given to them to be the gods there was some distrust. But it ran in her family, which were normally gifted with healing abilities. She was particularly gifted with a connection to fire. Most of what she did know before becoming a Valkal was self taught, and what she could learn here and there but she was inclined to it and took to the mastery easily. This was useful to her father, a smith, and also suited her passionate personality.
In practice(and game play) this means she can summon, snuff, grow fire with a thought. She has control of it almost completely, as she is not yet an adept(see history), but formidable in her control. She has only minor influence on the other three elements, only capable of cantrip maybe bit more level control of them.
Healing magic, more in line with her mother's gifts is also very powerful. However she does pay a price when attempting to heal more serious injuries. She has the ability to take on the injury herself, leaving the patient healed, and her injured. This is one of the changes of her powers when moving from mortal to Valkal, and her 'new' nature allows her to take more serious wounds from others and not completely threaten her own life. It is not a power she often uses except in the most dire of circumstances, and she can 'share' the injury if she wishes, reducing the pain for both herself and the patient. Naturally, some injuries can literally be hand waved for the lack of a better term due to their non severe nature.Combined with her knowledge of herbs and the the tricks of her people, she is a highly effective healer.
Skills:
Aithne is the perfect partner to have if one would wish to compete on the Naked and Afraid survivor show. This would be in her wheel house and expresses the 'primitive' survival skills she possess as many people in her age would possess.
She is well schooled in many hand to hand weapons(with a heavy bias to Western European designs) ranging from daggers to claymores and most things in between. It was simply a function of her position, and she was already adept at some of the basics.
As noted below she can read and write, natively, in several languages and does have the divine advantage to translate most mortal tongues.
Technology does give her some fits, as one would expect. Most of her time was spent away from Midgard, with only brief sorties for specific purposes spanning most of the years after her selection into the Flight. Some things are easier for her to grasp, thanks to her mortal charges that she shares with her mentor teaching her, like the operation of a smart phone, a computer, using the internet, ect. Though on how they work she does not know. So there will likely be occasional 'Why does this not work?' or 'How do I make this do what I want' moments. But it would be safe to say she would not hack your database.
She is an above average cook, though her style tends to be rustic and not fancy. And honestly, he specializes in game.
I wish I could relate her 'stats' into a good format, though I don't have a good mechanism for it.
Strength: She is max human, if in her home realm that could be boosted by divine grant. It makes sense to nerf this because; 1. I'm not really sure to handle it. 2. It is a bit more fair, without chumping her. (Also I wouldn't mind mod feedback on any of these points).
Dexterity: Aithne is a well trained warrior, with many years of experience in many varied settings and situations. She is most likely have some almost scary reflexes just from that, before adding her nature to the mix.
Intelligence: She is not dumb, but is ignorant about many things that someone born and raised in the modern age would not be. In essence, she may be a bit above average but she has several blindspots.
Stamina: This is likely the hardest to translate. Being a celestial creature she is simply harder to kill than a normal human. While we never had an official healing factor, it was also understood that Valkals recovered much quicker, and it took 'more' to kill them. Part of the influence was how a competing Judeo-Christian based angelic clan melded the Prophecy and some comics to represent it. Basically to put her down you have to come correct, and trying to outlast her in a fight is going to be a feat for anyone at the normal range and even some powered individuals that don't rise to the rank of celestial types. This, I realize, a possible sticking point and I'm pretty give and take depending on the situation as it comes up.
If I left out anything that y'all want to see included in this section, please let me know.
↠ Languages: English, Nordic variations, German, Gaelic, Latin(and the derivatives of), Angelic are her mainstays. She does understand Slavic as well as modern Russian, some Ariabic variants natively. Being she is a 'heavenly' creature she can infer, if not properly translate most spoken languages.
↠ Inventory: Herself for one, two long daggers, and a hand and a half bastard sword. The latter is typically in her hammer space(protip: if it isn't she isn't happy). The daggers are tactically deployed depending on her outfit and mood.
↠ Reason for Playing This Character: She is a change of pace from Ace for one. She in not as cynical and happens to be a refreshingly 'good' character. Certainly she has her issues, but for the most part it is attractive to have the offset. I don't really have a goal, however Nina-mun and I do roll well with each other and that interaction of those two characters together, as well as what impact if could have via unintended consequence is an interesting dynamic.
↠ What is Your Character's Sin?: Her sin could be easily Lust, Greed, and Wrath.
I would settle on Wrath, simply for what manner of creature she is combined with her duties. It is at least the most experienced sin in her home realm. She could certainly fit within the 'pure' definition of Lust. Her sexual orientation was certainly not condoned in her mortal time and the libertine mores of modern times has caused her to embrace many things that had been denied to her for a long time. Greed, would tie into Lust at the least, because she also loves easily. It is the more insidious sin because it is routed in good intentions of wanting all her lovers close to her.
SAMPLES
↠ First Person:
[ The video feed opens up with the view of the Valkyrie's very bare backside and back turned to the network device as she attempted to dry her hair, which was wrapped within a towel. Only several moments before she turned and stepped forward limiting the view a bit, but she didn't seem overly concerned, as she slid the towel from her mane and revealed a raven colored Godiva]
Greetings. I understand we are called to this place for a reason, though we do not know why.
[A bit of a frown as she worked upon a section of hair as she spoke. Perhaps a bit of a frown/]
This seems to be at odds with our given name of Chosen. One would think we would be told why we where chosen.
[Her eyes slit a bit]
I would like to entertain your thoughts.
↠ Third Person:
She coughed hard, fingers of one hand trying to grip the flagstone of the floor, the other clutching at the hilt of her dagger that slipped from her grasp. Aithne sought her breath, but it refused to be caught and the noise around her. It was reduced but she knew it was a cheer.
Aneal gloated to those assembled. A mixed, yet dominated by the elders to prove a point, crowd. What she said was lost to Aithne's ears. She simply did not care.
Once again, there was another disturbance between the Valkals that existed before and those that came after. This time she was the target, and of course the proceedings opened on their terms. She was tired of it. She had served honourably, none could question her valour, and this one would not win against her. She pushed herself up, her right wrapping around the handle of the dagger and she rushed the other woman. It caught her of guard, Aithne's left securing her weapon hand as she took them to the ground.
And that is when the rough circle that had formed to watch the fight erupted in flames, as well as the blade of her dagger. She intended to end this one, and she was in position to do so. None could easily cross the ring, her opponent's weapon arm was pinned. Aneal was helpless as her right hand plunge down.
Only to be halted by a chain. She whipped around, knowing this one.
"Enough Aithne."
"No." She was furious at this interference, it was against the tradition. The dagger in her hand shifted from red to blue flames.
"Yes it is enough, you just do not realize it yet. Nor to they." And the hand gripped the blade of her dagger as the chains slinked from her wrists. With that touch, those flame quenched against her wishes. "You are within my command. Up."
She knew the rumors and knew his voice, and she sheathed her knife but her glare to the other woman would be as hot as her flames. She knew his status and she rose. His hand was on her shoulder, and his lips into her ear. "You did well, though you were sloppy with the flames. Control lass. I will teach you it."
And that is when they stepped from the circle.
"
(This should be a prose sample of 200 words or more, set during a time in your character’s life where they have encountered or dealt with a situation involving their chosen sin. While it does not need to take place in the City of Sin, you should not simply rewrite a canon scene to fulfil the requirements. Headcanon and creativity are definitely appreciated here!)
↠ Playing Sample: I have one of these!
↠ Additional Samples: I think this would be fair to be filed under general sample?
There is some sex included
↠ Notes: She's super awesome!
APPLICATION
PLAYER
↠ Name: silent, or sometimes 'oh that guy'
↠ Age: Yes
↠ Characters Played: Ace!
CHARACTER
↠ Name: Aithne
↠ Canon: OC
↠ Journal: Awesome
↠ Canon Point: N/A
↠ Reserve: (The URL for your reserve)
↠ Age: Physically, 22-ish, but she is well over 1600 years old.
↠ Appearance: Aithne is roughly six feet in height and comes in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is built lean for the post part, with long thick black hair that extends just past her waist. She has two, perhaps striking, features. First her skin. She is pale, though not unhealthy looking(think of the alabaster look) and her eyes. Her eyes are a piercing ice blue in color and they stand out against the background of her visage. Most times she can be found dressed in britches, boots, and likely a tightly fitting tank top, with her hair in a single braid. (Yes I know the PB doesn't match precisely, but the lady fits the closest to how I picture her)
↠ Reference/History: For a general back ground on what she is, check here
Aithne was born to a blacksmith father and a midwife, healer mother to a Celtic tribe south of Hadrian's Wall, before the pull back by the Romans. Her early life was fairly unremarkable and typical of the time. She was tasked to help with tasks around the house as well as with her father's work.
It was not until she was nine that she displayed her mother's talents with magic. Something that was accepted by her people but looked upon at best skeptical by the Romans. Her first display of her connection to the magical realm was relighting her father's forge after a particularly hard snow storm that kept them all within their houses for days. Her mother, recognizing the signs, took her to task. Thought her own magic was more centric to healing, she provided what she could in the manner of instruction to the budding elementalist as well as sending her out to foster for,realtively, short period of fostering with those that she trusted and knew the discipline.
By the time the young woman was fourteen, she was a deft help to both her mother and her father. Both of their respective disciplines calling equally to her. Her mother, healed. She knew the mix of herbs, and the best times to apply them to give the best results. Her father, worked in fire. Something that she could summon at will, and was relatively immune to. She didn't have his strength but she was a deft assistant.
She was happy, and she was learning, and needed by her parents and her village...and she was in her prime to be married.
That was a problem. Aithne had no interest in men, but she was expected to take a husband, not only for her family but also for her village. It was more of a practical matter than anything else, but she could not abide by it. This led to her moving away, not far in truth, but separated from her family and kin. She faired well, her parents had taught her well(and supplied her what they could), so she could establish a small house for herself fitted with a forge, and her healing skills were known.
And that is when Anwyl arrived. A girl close to her age, that she had known in her village, rapped on her door. Anwyl sought a refuge that Aithne was glad to provide and this simple show of compassion blossomed into a romance between the two. That is until the Roman's abandoned their positions.
Aithne had been hunting, a brace of rabbits on her hip as she broke into the small clearing that marked their house, only to see a squad of Romans surrounding Anwyl. Her hands bound and the intention was clear that they meant to take her back to whatever land that they had come from. There was no hesitation as Aithne raised her bow, set her eye, and let fly the first arrow into the throat of the one she thought was the commander.
They scattered, but first one thrust the short sword fancied by the occupiers into Anwyl. There was no sound, she simply collapsed into a heap as the cadre scattered. Another arrow, another dead Roman. She walked boldly over the clearing, trying to pick her shots, even as the rage of what they had done played in her mind.
Then she heard it, one managed to flank her. Aithne sacrificed her bow in averting the blow, but she had no sword, just a pair of daggers, that she used as she flung herself into her attacker. She was not experienced but he was over confident, and she was on fire. Even then he wounded her as she ended his life.
Her magic failed her, maybe if she had some experience it would have turned out differently but eventually she was overwhelmed and lay on the clearing gasping her left gasp staring at the sky. She wanted to burn them all but she could not summon the fire that had always been at her fingertips. Aithne felt cold and knew, then they was a shadow over her.
"You showed fierceness in the face of odds you knew you would not overcome young one." The shadow knelt as her last breath passed her lips. "You will be rewarded for this." And then nothing.
And that is how she was selected into the ranks of the Valkal.
And what a change it was. Instead of the relative freedom she had as a mortal, without regard to some particulars, she was now bound within a rank. One without the experience may think it a servitude, and they would not be entirely incorrect, though it was a situation she adapted to. Especially with the changes made to her now immortal form.
Aithne began lowest amongst the ranks, and there were some that disagreed with the decision to award her such a membership, so there were many years of the lowliest duties, such as collecting the souls of the fallen and long scouting missions in the various Realms. The latter she enjoyed mainly because it gave her some freedom, though she consistently took advantage of the libraries with Valhalla and those scholars, and practitioners, of magic to learn more about her gift. Something that evaded her grasp while she was still a mortal.
Although it was not always about what she wished. Much of her time was spent in training, in martial skills both armed and not, tactics, as well as impressing into her a instinctual relationship with her ability to fly.
Slowly she rose through the ranks, via her skills in battle against both their traditional foes and those of the gods that encroached over the ones under their protection. Over the centuries she watched, with the others as their influence upon the mortals of Midgard faded to a whisper. Some became disillusioned , others shifted their focus to the various threats, Aithne however would take her leave to travel now and again to Midgard and walk among the various peoples. Often she would simply observe, playing the foreign traveller upon the land, watching and learning as these mortals grew and changed. Occasionally she would interfere in matters, after all there were some rules in place as part of a pact of the angels, attempting to be as unobtrusive as possible.
With all the wars, these interludes, watching and observing, speaking with the Gods of her youth, over time she became a bit harder but she did remain true to her nature. In way it was a forging process that took a millennia and a half. Strong, observant, quiet until she was certain of the path she needed to take, willing to work within shadows and forsaking glory.
All things that attracted the attention of a certain rare male Valkal, recent added to the ranks but with his own House, and Odin's own blessing at that. It was not long before he approached her. Speaking to her often about magic and about her thoughts about events in the Hall as well on Midgard. These conversations became tutelage, and he was a hard instructor though fair. Teaching her the intricacies of the elemental gifts that she had as well as expanding her understanding of working within the shadows.
It was different because he was from the modern mortal world but he spoke as if he were far older and wiser than he should have been. At first she accompanied him on various mission of his own, then she was tasked to guard another one of his proteges. Another Valkyrie in fact, one who was also 'newly' joined, one that would also become not only a mentor but a very close friend.
That is how she fell into the mix of the celestial and mortal realm, for her new mentor was dedicated to protecting to mortals, though special, to the pain of death. This she understood and joined in the cause to protect the two shifters.
↠ Personality: Aithne, all things considered, is an affable and easily approachable person. She is normally cheerful and would rather console and encourage then avenge. However she does not look at the purpose of her 'job' to be a chore just another aspect of what she is, even if there is some distaste at some of the aspects. Initially she relies on the standards of the Flights to guide her behavior, she well recognizes rank and chains of commands, though she will not always respect them due to her nature of rather doing something than wait. Sometimes her quietness is mistaken for submission, but she would rather observe and learn the specifics of a situation than assuming. While she is not quick to anger, when it comes it comes in fire, sometimes literally. In matters of love, she is of a capricious nature somewhat accelerated by modern mores. However, once she gives her bond that is a bond that will last. There are not many better friends to be had.
↠ Powers / Abilities: In addition to the innate Valkal abilities listed in the reference section, Aithne does bring along her own abilities and skill set to the the party, as it were.
Magic(this may be moved to a reference post of its own):
There is a general working on how magic works in her world that I will not go into unless it comes up. It is in depth discussion to have, even if the concept it fairly simple. So this section will focus on her capabilities.
In life Aithne was an Elementalist. Magic was not unknown to her people, or something that was particularly feared. It did arch some eyes, and with anyone with a power seemingly given to them to be the gods there was some distrust. But it ran in her family, which were normally gifted with healing abilities. She was particularly gifted with a connection to fire. Most of what she did know before becoming a Valkal was self taught, and what she could learn here and there but she was inclined to it and took to the mastery easily. This was useful to her father, a smith, and also suited her passionate personality.
In practice(and game play) this means she can summon, snuff, grow fire with a thought. She has control of it almost completely, as she is not yet an adept(see history), but formidable in her control. She has only minor influence on the other three elements, only capable of cantrip maybe bit more level control of them.
Healing magic, more in line with her mother's gifts is also very powerful. However she does pay a price when attempting to heal more serious injuries. She has the ability to take on the injury herself, leaving the patient healed, and her injured. This is one of the changes of her powers when moving from mortal to Valkal, and her 'new' nature allows her to take more serious wounds from others and not completely threaten her own life. It is not a power she often uses except in the most dire of circumstances, and she can 'share' the injury if she wishes, reducing the pain for both herself and the patient. Naturally, some injuries can literally be hand waved for the lack of a better term due to their non severe nature.Combined with her knowledge of herbs and the the tricks of her people, she is a highly effective healer.
Skills:
Aithne is the perfect partner to have if one would wish to compete on the Naked and Afraid survivor show. This would be in her wheel house and expresses the 'primitive' survival skills she possess as many people in her age would possess.
She is well schooled in many hand to hand weapons(with a heavy bias to Western European designs) ranging from daggers to claymores and most things in between. It was simply a function of her position, and she was already adept at some of the basics.
As noted below she can read and write, natively, in several languages and does have the divine advantage to translate most mortal tongues.
Technology does give her some fits, as one would expect. Most of her time was spent away from Midgard, with only brief sorties for specific purposes spanning most of the years after her selection into the Flight. Some things are easier for her to grasp, thanks to her mortal charges that she shares with her mentor teaching her, like the operation of a smart phone, a computer, using the internet, ect. Though on how they work she does not know. So there will likely be occasional 'Why does this not work?' or 'How do I make this do what I want' moments. But it would be safe to say she would not hack your database.
She is an above average cook, though her style tends to be rustic and not fancy. And honestly, he specializes in game.
I wish I could relate her 'stats' into a good format, though I don't have a good mechanism for it.
Strength: She is max human, if in her home realm that could be boosted by divine grant. It makes sense to nerf this because; 1. I'm not really sure to handle it. 2. It is a bit more fair, without chumping her. (Also I wouldn't mind mod feedback on any of these points).
Dexterity: Aithne is a well trained warrior, with many years of experience in many varied settings and situations. She is most likely have some almost scary reflexes just from that, before adding her nature to the mix.
Intelligence: She is not dumb, but is ignorant about many things that someone born and raised in the modern age would not be. In essence, she may be a bit above average but she has several blindspots.
Stamina: This is likely the hardest to translate. Being a celestial creature she is simply harder to kill than a normal human. While we never had an official healing factor, it was also understood that Valkals recovered much quicker, and it took 'more' to kill them. Part of the influence was how a competing Judeo-Christian based angelic clan melded the Prophecy and some comics to represent it. Basically to put her down you have to come correct, and trying to outlast her in a fight is going to be a feat for anyone at the normal range and even some powered individuals that don't rise to the rank of celestial types. This, I realize, a possible sticking point and I'm pretty give and take depending on the situation as it comes up.
If I left out anything that y'all want to see included in this section, please let me know.
↠ Languages: English, Nordic variations, German, Gaelic, Latin(and the derivatives of), Angelic are her mainstays. She does understand Slavic as well as modern Russian, some Ariabic variants natively. Being she is a 'heavenly' creature she can infer, if not properly translate most spoken languages.
↠ Inventory: Herself for one, two long daggers, and a hand and a half bastard sword. The latter is typically in her hammer space(protip: if it isn't she isn't happy). The daggers are tactically deployed depending on her outfit and mood.
↠ Reason for Playing This Character: She is a change of pace from Ace for one. She in not as cynical and happens to be a refreshingly 'good' character. Certainly she has her issues, but for the most part it is attractive to have the offset. I don't really have a goal, however Nina-mun and I do roll well with each other and that interaction of those two characters together, as well as what impact if could have via unintended consequence is an interesting dynamic.
↠ What is Your Character's Sin?: Her sin could be easily Lust, Greed, and Wrath.
I would settle on Wrath, simply for what manner of creature she is combined with her duties. It is at least the most experienced sin in her home realm. She could certainly fit within the 'pure' definition of Lust. Her sexual orientation was certainly not condoned in her mortal time and the libertine mores of modern times has caused her to embrace many things that had been denied to her for a long time. Greed, would tie into Lust at the least, because she also loves easily. It is the more insidious sin because it is routed in good intentions of wanting all her lovers close to her.
SAMPLES
↠ First Person:
[ The video feed opens up with the view of the Valkyrie's very bare backside and back turned to the network device as she attempted to dry her hair, which was wrapped within a towel. Only several moments before she turned and stepped forward limiting the view a bit, but she didn't seem overly concerned, as she slid the towel from her mane and revealed a raven colored Godiva]
Greetings. I understand we are called to this place for a reason, though we do not know why.
[A bit of a frown as she worked upon a section of hair as she spoke. Perhaps a bit of a frown/]
This seems to be at odds with our given name of Chosen. One would think we would be told why we where chosen.
[Her eyes slit a bit]
I would like to entertain your thoughts.
↠ Third Person:
She coughed hard, fingers of one hand trying to grip the flagstone of the floor, the other clutching at the hilt of her dagger that slipped from her grasp. Aithne sought her breath, but it refused to be caught and the noise around her. It was reduced but she knew it was a cheer.
Aneal gloated to those assembled. A mixed, yet dominated by the elders to prove a point, crowd. What she said was lost to Aithne's ears. She simply did not care.
Once again, there was another disturbance between the Valkals that existed before and those that came after. This time she was the target, and of course the proceedings opened on their terms. She was tired of it. She had served honourably, none could question her valour, and this one would not win against her. She pushed herself up, her right wrapping around the handle of the dagger and she rushed the other woman. It caught her of guard, Aithne's left securing her weapon hand as she took them to the ground.
And that is when the rough circle that had formed to watch the fight erupted in flames, as well as the blade of her dagger. She intended to end this one, and she was in position to do so. None could easily cross the ring, her opponent's weapon arm was pinned. Aneal was helpless as her right hand plunge down.
Only to be halted by a chain. She whipped around, knowing this one.
"Enough Aithne."
"No." She was furious at this interference, it was against the tradition. The dagger in her hand shifted from red to blue flames.
"Yes it is enough, you just do not realize it yet. Nor to they." And the hand gripped the blade of her dagger as the chains slinked from her wrists. With that touch, those flame quenched against her wishes. "You are within my command. Up."
She knew the rumors and knew his voice, and she sheathed her knife but her glare to the other woman would be as hot as her flames. She knew his status and she rose. His hand was on her shoulder, and his lips into her ear. "You did well, though you were sloppy with the flames. Control lass. I will teach you it."
And that is when they stepped from the circle.
"
(This should be a prose sample of 200 words or more, set during a time in your character’s life where they have encountered or dealt with a situation involving their chosen sin. While it does not need to take place in the City of Sin, you should not simply rewrite a canon scene to fulfil the requirements. Headcanon and creativity are definitely appreciated here!)
↠ Playing Sample: I have one of these!
↠ Additional Samples: I think this would be fair to be filed under general sample?
There is some sex included
↠ Notes: She's super awesome!
