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[color=ed1717][h3]Personality[/h3][/color]
[sub]Boisterous and foolhardy, Eldrid embodies the wild spirit of the northern marches from which she originates. The girl had always been tempestuous, acting upon whims and heated emotions with a reckless lack of forethought, and the introduction of dragon's blood to her body has done little in the way of taming her stormy temperament. Equal parts passionate and stubborn, she has the tendency to be obstinate over matters trivial or dire, believing wholly in her own correctness over evidence overwhelming. Such a disposition stems from a strong sense of pride she holds, one that is easily offended. While she is volatile and quick-tempered, she is also equally fast to forgive, often opting to settle disagreements and insults with a bout of physical confrontation. Only when she is denied such a conclusion, or made the victim of a truly heinous crime, does she hold a grudge. Such grudges, hard-won as a result of her relatively carefree nature, are long standing and difficult to overcome.

Owing to her devil-may-care approach to life, Eldrid does not take well to authority. She takes great joy in her independence, and the ability to exercise her wanderlust that accompanies it. Being forced into a regimented system in which she must go to her betters before acting flies directly in the face of her impulsive, freedom loving nature. She works best when left to her own devices, and believes all people truly crave to live as she does. Only when she has garnered a true respect for someone—either by strength of arms or character—does she acquiesce to orders and requests without complaint.

Eldrid is also quite covetous, primarily of worldly wealth. She never bedecks herself with finery, but she will voraciously horde valuable assets if given the ability, leading to some... contentious relations with the law. Some might summarize it a result of her draconic nature. Eldrid herself is not so introspective. [/sub]

[color=ed1717][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color]
[sub]Eldrid, while not a traditional beauty, takes great pride in her appearance. She stands taller than most women that she knows—just a few inches shy of six feet tall—and possesses a hard, athletic frame to accompany it. Her apricot skin is as rough as her nature, covered here and there by ridges of scar tissue earned from various scraps and battles long past, the most prominent of which stretches from cheek to forehead across her left eye. Wild, wavy red locks of hair cascade every which way from her head, framing the sharp features of her face in an inferno as fiery as her magic. Her eyes are a rich teal in color, and typically hold either an amused mirth, or headstrong glint.

On matters of wardrobe, she is not particularly picky. Simple tunics and utilitarian trousers suit her purposes, and she tends to favor tough leather boots over lesser footwear that wouldn't hold up to the north's conditions. She does have a tendency to dress lightly, specifically swearing off sleeved garments, as their constrictive nature is an affront to her physique. The origin of her magic ensures she does not suffer for this decision.[/sub]

[center][color=ed1717]“Fucked up how a goblet is a cup and not a little goblin.”[/color][/center]

[indent][color=ed1717]|   N a m e:   |[/color]
[indent]Eldrid Isfjellbarn[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   Alias|Nickames|Titles:   |[/color]
[indent]Fire Autist[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   G e n d e r:   |[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   A g e:   |[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   R a n k:   |[/color]
[indent]C½[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   Guild Membership Status:   |[/color]
[indent]Yesterday[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|  Guild Seal Location:   |[/color]
[indent]Somewhere you don't wanna see, son.[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   History:   |[/color]
[indent]Eldrid was born the youngest daughter of a woodsman and his homemaker wife, in the village of Stenhus. Built in the border-marches of Fiore, where the land of man and those of the ancients began to blend, the village was home to a hardy folk, many of whom had set off for lives of adventure and fortune rather than toil in the frigid cold of the far north. Eldrid was one such individual, who from the time she was old enough to listen to stories at the lap of her grandparents, wished to see the world outside their humble hamlet. But life so close to the mystical was dangerous, and she was but a small girl. As such she spent most of her life behind the safe palisade walls of her hometown.

But she could only remain a small girl for so long. As she grew so too did her wanderlust, and with it, her resentment towards the restrictions imposed upon her. Her father had staunchly forbid her from wandering off to become another foolhardy casualty for some horrid abomination, like her brother before her had done. She balked under this, yearning to see what all the world had to offer outside of snowy peaks and fir trees. When a great fire befell the woodlands outside the village, talk came to the townsfolk that a monster had taken refuge in the mountains, leaving carnage and destruction in its wake. She was forbidden to leave even on the occasional errand, for fear she would do something as foolish as attempt to track the beast. 

It went without saying that the moment she was capable, she did exactly that. Making off into the night while her family slept, the young rebel disappeared into the hills with a warm cloak and all the determination. 

She had thirsted all her life to be as the heroes in her elder's tales, and now she had her chance! It was too good for her to pass up, and so she spent the dark hours clamoring up rocky terrain until it became slopes, and slopes until they became craggy goat paths. The gossip said the beast had taken roost in the caverns atop the great stony monoliths that she had grown beneath the shadows of, and she meant to see it with her own eyes. By the time the sun had risen, she had found the trail of carnage the monster had churned up, and steeled herself as she approached its den, a cavern system carved by spring streams into the interior of the mountain.

What she found both shocked and amazed her. The beast truly was great, a [i]dragon[/i] of all things, like the ones from the stories. It was truly worthy of her wonder... but the glory of the monster was not what shocked her. Massive and majestic as it may have once been, the great reptilian creature had been laid low, injured beyond a measure even dragonkind had hope to survive. What could have done such a thing to such a powerful being was beyond the mind of a simple, stupid girl who had climbed a mountain for the privilege of witnessing it. She had more pressing concerns to attend to, for the dragon remained just lucid enough in its mortally wounded state to perceive her presence. Using what little strength it had left, the great magical beast bellowed, and in an instant she disappeared with a snap into its massive maw.

It rightly should have been her end, there and then, killed for her rebuke of authority and logic. But she was spared. While her father had always told her that her defiant nature would be her end, it was just that which allowed Eldrid to live on, rather than succumb to despair and perish in the frozen cold. With her teeth, she ripped into its flesh, and it was this flesh that would sustain her, the furnace like warmth that permeated its body even in death allowing her to stave off frozen night after frozen night. She supped on its insides and drank of its blood. Gruesome as it was, it gave her strength, and filled her with vigor. It must have been a week or more before she managed to eat her way out of the dragon's corpse, emerging from her viscera cocoon a changed girl.

The trip back home from there was of little consequence compared to the ordeal within the cave, and when she was met not with opened arms, but by her father's enraged lecturing, she had made up her mind; her home would be the world now, just as she had always desired. If she could survive a dragon, what more could there be to stop her? 

She had only been sixteen years old then. Two years prior to her arrival at White Harbor, having spent them journeying around the north of Fiore, honing her body, hardening her will, and perhaps most importantly, learning to utilize the strange gifts that had accompanied her consumption of that dragon so long ago. Upon hearing that the town played host to its very own Mage's Guild, she decided to investigate for her own benefit. The rest, as they say, is history.
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[color=ed1717]|   Magic:   |[/color]
[indent][url=https://fairytail.fandom.com/wiki/Fire_Dragon_Slayer_Magic]Fire Dragon Slayer Magic[/url]
Fire Dragon Slayer Magic is a form of Dragon Slayer Magic that allows its user to generate and manipulate the element in question. Like other forms of Dragon Slayer magic, it also imbues the user with an immunity to their element's detrimental effects, bestows them with enhanced senses, and allows them to consume their element to restore their magical energy.[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   Strengths and Weakness:   |[/color]
[indent][b]+ Overwhelming Determination[/b]
To call Eldrid stubborn is an understatement, and she possesses a vast depth of willpower to call upon when she—or an ideal she holds dear—is challenged. One is more likely to break her body before then can break her spirit, which considering the former's toughness, is quite a feat. This trait is especially valuable to one who possesses Fire Dragon Slayer magic, as her passionate refusal to surrender only causes her flames to burn all the hotter.

[b]+ Unusually Durable[/b]
More of an innate quality than anything born from training, Eldrid's body is surprisingly sturdy. She is difficult to injure, withstanding powerful blows and debilitating conditions that might quickly fell lesser combatants without succumbing. Such a trait might have been the very reason for her acquisition of magic in the first place; the inside of a dragon tends to be quite inhospitable.

[b]- Internalized Misogyny[/b]
Eldrid has no weakness, because weaknesses are for women.[/indent]
[color=ed1717]|   Miscs :   |[/color]
[indent][/indent]my father was a gamer... and a [i]fiend[/i].[/indent][/center]
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