[hider=Ragna of Stronghold Hjalmarsson] [color=blue][CENTER][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjE0Mi4wZjJiZTYuVW1GbmJtRSwuMAAAAA,,/darkheart.script.png[/img][/CENTER] [hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1UhhiQE.jpg[/img] [color=white][sup]Art by [url=https://www.artstation.com/artwork/wwklZ]Max Hugo[/url][/sup][/color] [sub][color=#807B84][sup]_____________________________________[/sup][/color] [COLOR=SILVER]Ragna [color=#807B84][sup]___________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 21 [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Female [color=#807B84][b]|[/b][/color] Southern [color=#807B84][sup]______________________________________[/sup][/color][/COLOR][/sub] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47UqaBordWE]The Drums Of War Beat From Within[/url][/center] [hider=][indent][sub][color=blue][b]▼ B A S I C S[/b][/color][/SUB] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER]► [B]Height[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - 6'1"[/COLOR] ► [b]Weight[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - 190 lbs[/COLOR] ► [b]Build[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Athletic[/COLOR] ► [b]Hair Colour[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Blonde[/COLOR] ► [b]Eye Colour[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Green[/COLOR] ► [b]Origin[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Stronghold Hjalmarsson, Southern[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [hider=][indent][sub][color=blue][b]▼ S K I L L S E T[/b][/color][/SUB] [sup][color=#807B84]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=SILVER] ► [B]War Master[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Tactics And Weaponry[/COLOR] ► [B]Strength[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Body and Mind as Steel[/COLOR] ► [B]Muscle Memory[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Fighting Without Thinking[/COLOR] ► [B]Wilderness Survival[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - One With Nature[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b][sub]D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][indent][i] Even at a glance, Ragna is noticeably large for a woman being both tall and broad shouldered. Her musculature is well defined and her skin is marked with scars, especially along her arms, that stand out against her fair complexion. Through all this, she still holds a savage beauty with her fiery green eyes and long blonde hair. Her perfectly curved cheeks and soft lips would have made her an easy choice for marriage were they not so often obscured by a mask of bone and warpaint. Beauty is of little concern to her, only the task she was born for. She decorates her mask and hair with dyes made from crushed berries and wildflower. Similar to her favorite mask, what little decoration she affords herself is taken from past victories. Around her neck she wears of necklace of teeth and fangs ripped from the mouths of beasts and monsters who were weaker than herself, but not by much. Her waist is adorned with bones of men and women alike who challenged the barbarian in a way many before had failed to. Her pauldrons are fitted with the horns of great and terrible monsters that threatened the very existence of her people; horrors too great for her to conquer alone. The rest of her clothing is purely functional and everything has a purpose for why it is the way it is. Her scale mail armor is a compromise between the slashing protection of chain mail and the blunt force resistance of plate. She is prepared for everything. Her greaves give her just protection where it is needed most without slowing her down. The pelt across her shoulders is thick enough to provide some protection, but also makes adequate bedding should the need arise.[/i] [/indent][/color] [/cell][/row][/table][color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/b] [INDENT][color=#807B84][i]Pragmatic, decisive, relentless, and a bit frigid. Ragna has never known peace, only momentary rest as it is needed to keep her at peak lethality. While not outwardly paranoid, she is always visibly ready to throw herself into battle at a moment's notice. She is assertive without being combative, prepared without paranoia, fearless but not reckless. Ragna was meant to be the perfect soldier, a living weapon for someone else to use and direct as they saw fit. She is not a person, merely a complex weapon rack. A dog that protects the flock from afar without question or complaint. Perhaps as a symptom of her upbringing, she does not suffer weakness lightly and seethes at incompetence. Honest mistakes are one thing, but prolonged or repeated failure without improvement sets her blood on fire. She lacks expressiveness, to put it mildly, and has great difficulty in social situations that aren't a direct prelude to some sort of directed or cooperative violence. In truth, she's not very social and being at such a standstill that one has time for casual conversation is extremely uncomfortable for her. She may work well with others but she's absolutely abysmal at doing anything besides work.[/i] [/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]O R I G I N[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][i] 23 years ago, a young Blackwarden by the name of Cristopher lead a band of fellow wardens against a cult of necromancers that had been the scourge of Stronghold Hjalmarsson for the past year. Ásgeirr paid the full price of the wardens' services outright, but made a promise the day before the group departed his lands. He promised them one day he would send them a warrior like no other. A warrior the likes of which the Southern Marshes had not seen in a thousand years and would not see again for a thousand more. He swore on his own life that he would see to it that the Cristopher would receive this warrior as his very own apprentice. Merely wanting to be polite and not thinking anything would actually come of it, Cristopher accepted the offer, much to the delight of Ásgeirr. What the Jarl did not know, was his warden friend would die four short years after this arrangement by the fangs of a ravenous ghoul hidden in the dark of a cave. True to his word, the Jarl set about crafting a plan to create the perfect warrior for the Blackwardens to mold. He debated endlessly with his war council about the perfect set of skills a lone combatant would need before learning to fight monsters. They talked for hours about the sort of training and mentality such a warrior would need. It was two long years before they unanimously agreed on a plan. The first step, was creating a child born of strength with the heat of battle coursing through their veins. Ásgeirr was a fearsome warrior without equal in all the surrounding kingdoms so it made sense he would father the child, but who would be the mother? His wife, Ylva, while a wise and lovely woman was by no means fit for battle. In secret, the Jarl conspired to make a bastard who would rise to greatness. He spent two days fasting and communing with his ancestors before they revealed to him the mother of his ultimate warrior: shield maiden by the name of Rúna. She readily agreed to the plan and to keep the affair secret. Only Ásgeirr, Rúna, and the Jarl's cousin and War Master, Hadvar knew of this part of the plan. The cover was the shield maiden's lover having died in a recent quarrel with a neighboring lord. What no one counted on was the startling resemblance to Ásgeirr within months of the child's birth. His hair, his stature, the fiery green of his eyes were all there and Ylva saw. She hated the child and how her husband's time was swallowed whole by his bastard. This had little effect on young Ragna, however as she rarely saw the woman. As soon as she was able to walk and speak, Ragna was put through training both constant and brutal. Her days were spent strengthening her body and mind while her nights were spent learning learning the art of combat. Some days she was trekked miles out into the marsh and told she could not return until the next full moon. Other times she was awoken in the dead of night with a war cry and thrown a blunt sword to defend herself with. She learned tactics and how to survive on her own against impossible odds. Her trainers constantly reminded her that her purpose was to be the perfect solider, a warrior in service to a great and powerful man she would only meet when she was ready. All of this training and preparation came to an end on the eve of her 20th birthday. She was congratulated by the man she still did not know as her father and he embraced her once before sending her on her way. It was the happiest day of her entire life, but she waited until she had left the stronghold to express it. A warrior must be calm and collected in all things after all. The journey took five long months but finally she arrived at the doors of Cristopher's stronghold of origin. At first, the Blackwardens didn't know what to make of this strange barbarian covered in bones and dye. It took some time but eventually they managed to figure out what was going on and informed Ragna of her "master's" death. Ragna's entire reason for existing is the fulfillment of a promise made before her birth to a now dead man and she has never fully processed that fact, even now. Still, she managed to reason that her ultimate purpose was to serve the cause of the Blackwardens and they in turn decided it would be foolish to pass up a recruit such as herself. She had no guiding principals of her own save for "follow orders" and she had little to no knowledge of how to fight monsters other than "hit it 'til it dies". The former point was meant to be a positive, but has become her greatest weakness. She fights within her training and only within her training. Her technique is flawless and her will is unshakable, but if something happens outside the purview of what she already knows she quickly finds herself in trouble. In short, she lacks creativity. The greatest hurdle in training Ragna is teaching her to think for herself.[/i] [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][hider=Weapons] ► War Axe ► Grosse Messer ► Throwing Axe (x3) [/hider] [hider=Armor] ► Scale Mail Cuirass ► Leather Greaves ► Steel Shin Guards ► Steel Pauldrons ► Wooden Shield [/hider] [hider=Utility] ► Flint and Steel ► Knife ► Hide Cloak ► Water Skin ► Dried Provisions (7 days) ► Whetstone ► Small Hammer [/hider] [hider=Misc.] ► Tooth Necklace ► Mask ► Assorted Bone Adornments [/hider] [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]O T H E R[/sub][/b] [color=#807B84][INDENT][i]As many residents of the Southern Kingdoms are, Ragna is incredibly superstitious. She's superstitious to the point where she keeps a hammer with her at all times to "hinder the dead", as she puts it.[/i][/INDENT][/color] [/COLOR] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][hr][color=#2e2c2c]-A Template by Load Wraith[/color] [/hider]