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NAME: Verdandi Falk
AGE: 16
OCCUPATION: Viking in Training/ Herbalist
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female- Bisexual
LIKES:
-Riding dragons
-Sword fighting
-Competitions
-Reading
-Hanging out with friends
-Singing
DISLIKES:
-When her parents fight
-Rules
-Bullies
-Water
-Fighting dragons
STRENGTHS:
-Herbal remedies
-Fighting; hand to hand or sword
-Good with training dragons
-Very independent
WEAKNESSES:
-Using a bow and arrow
-Swimming
-Weapon crafting
-Hates bugs
FEARS:
-Falling off her dragon in front of people
-Death by Drowning
-Losing her friends
-Her father
AMBITIONS:
-To be freely bisexual
-Become a Trick Rider
-Make peace between her parents
-Help improve the Book of Dragons
SECRETS:
-She is abused by her father
-She is terribly afraid of water
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Verdandi is a wild, free soul, who seems not to have a care in the world, despite her slightly dark past. She loves going into the woods of Berk, to gather herbs and just run around and explore in general.
She’s very independent, to the point where she lives alone in her grandparents old cottage. She refuses to live with her parents any longer for various reasons, one being she can’t be in the same house as her father. She hunts and cooks her own food, and has a job as a herbalist, thanks to the teachings of her mother.
Verdandi loves to hang out with the other young vikings-in-training. She also likes to talk with her elders. She respects them, and takes their word seriously, and more often then not, surprises the elders with her own words of wisdom.
Another thing Verdandi has is patience. She loves to work with younger dragon riders, and is known to watch over the young children when the vikings go out to sea. She entertains them with tales of dragons from long long ago passed down by herbalist in the old days of the first dragon riders.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Verdandi has wild, pitch black hair that goes past her shoulders. Her hair is loose in waves down her back. Her face is thin, and she has a sharp, pixie-like nose, and full heart shaped lips. Verdandi has ghostly blue mischievous eyes, that take in everything around her. She is about five foot three, she is thin, but very strong despite lack of seen muscles.
Verdandi wears black short furred boots up to her knees, with gray leather ties up the boot to keep it in place. She wears gray leggings, and a jagged black layered leather skirt, and a tight sleeveless gray shirt, with a black leather vest over it with a black furred collar. On her hands she wears black leather fingerless gloves, to protect her hands while training with her sword and fighting.
PLAYBY: Ksenia Solo
HISTORY:
Verdandi Falk was born on the island of Berk, on December the fifth, to her parents Anders and Sif Falk. Her grandmother helped with her birth as the midwife. She was one of the last babies Idun would help birth, as she died some days after Verdandi being born.
Verdandi came into the world as a squalling little bundle of joy, perfectly healthy, and exactly what her father didn’t want. Her mother loved the small bundle of baby girl to death, as well as her older brother Frey. He promised to protect her from all harm, and told that to baby Verdandi everyday before the baby was put to bed.
A fews years later, a young Verdandi sat in the woods with Frey, playing “Viking” with sticks as swords. To Frey’s surprise, Verdandi seems to be at ease smacking him around with a stick. When returning to the village for dinner, Verdandi and Frey laughed about how easily Frey was beaten.
Most of the people at the table laughed, but two did not; their father, who thought Frey was an embarrassment that his daughter could beat his son so easily; and Frey had been using a wooden sword for two years! Their grandfather saw potential in the young girl, and smiled at the thought of teaching this wild girl.
For Verdandi’s next birthday, she received a wooden sword and lessons from her grandfather. Her father was furious, as he thought Verdandi would follow in her mothers path of the gentle healer. When his wife showed support of the direction Verdandi’s life was taking her, Anders lifted his hand and struck his wife for the first time. Sif took it in stride; she was no weakling, and would not let Anders get to her.
But the hitting continued as time went on. As Verdandi strayed from the path her father wanted her to take, the more violent he became. One day, Frey tried to stop his father from hitting his mother, and his father accidentally hit Frey instead of his intended target Sif; the boy was hit so hard he smacked into a table and started bleeding. After some time the boy did not stand up. He was still breathing, but nothing would wake him. The whole house was quiet aside from a faint wailing coming from Sif, who watched her husband scoop up her little boy and take him to the village healer.
A year later, Frey still was not awake. The story told around the village was that he hit his head on a rock while playing with Verdandi. Verdandi, having hearing enough lies and seeing her mother and now her brother in dangerous situations in their own home, tried to tell her father he had to tell the truth. He responded by smacking her and telling her to leave his home.
Verdandi moved in with her grandfather. She learned the hard way that he expected her to keep after herself, and to help around the house. In return, Alder slowly taught he how to defend herself with her fists. He might be old, but he was still very spry for his age. Verdandi soaked up his teachings like a sponge. After that, he found his old wooden sword, and started to teach Verdandi the basics of holding a sword. She would learn from him how to use the wooden sword as a weapon over the next year.
Verdandi, now a ten year old, went to do her daily checkup on her brother. He was skin and bones, the liquid and herbs they were giving him barely keeping him alive. It was that day that Frey took his last breath; his spirit slipped away, Verdandi holding his hand. She cried in pain and rage that day. If not for her father, Frey would have become a warrior, maybe even a dragon rider.
That day changed Verdandi forever; she would become the warrior and dragon rider Frey should have been. She charged out of the healers hut to report to her father and mother. Sif cried buckets over the loss of her son. Bard, on the other hand, took his anger out on Verdandi. He beat her, telling her if it wasn’t for Frey defending Verdandi and Sif, none of this would have happened. He physically threw her out of the house, and she made her way back to her grandfathers. He helped fix her wounds, and promised to help her learn to use a real sword. He also signed her up to be a dragon rider in training.
Four years later, Verdandi lost another important person to her; her grandfather, Alder. Alder wrote that he left his house and a special present for Verdandi to have; a sword crafted of the toughest iron. Verdandi lost the two protectors in her life. Her two special people.
The day after her grandfathers funeral pyre, Verdandi found herself wandering there woods of Berk, traveling farther in than usual. She found herself peering into a stream, and got too close to the edge and fell in. Never learning how to swim, she flailed franticly, before she started to sink. Magically, something pulled her out. Half unconscious, she couldn’t tell who or what pulled her out. But as she scrambled to her feet, a dark head peeked out of the bushes, violet eyes watching her. It was a dragon. She stumbled closer, and the creature was long gone.
Day after day, Verdandi went out into the forest, looking for the strange white dragon and some days she did see it, but only when it wanted her too, she realized. One day she brought out a sack of fish she had caught. Dropping the bag, she dumped the fish out. Rustling and a dart of light blue and black made her smile; it was here. So she backed away from the pile of fish, and she climbed a tree to watch. After a few agonizing minutes, the black dragon with beautiful sky blue and periwinkle wings came out, sniffing through the fish. Verdandi gasped quietly as she watched a dragon eat an eel. A freakin’ eel. And it ate it like it was starved! She watched it turn its nose up at the other fish before it poked an iridescent fish and watched the scales change color in the sunlight. Verdandi giggled and the dragon looked up. It stared at her, looking down at the fish, and its eyes shone, making a connection. But a split second later, it was gone.
These actions went on for many days, and days turned into months; more eels, more shiny fish and other items. One day, Verdandi sat on a log, singing a song. In the middle of the song, she felt hot, moist breath between her neck and shoulder; she closed her eyes, her voice quivering for a moment as she continued to sing. A crooning sound made her open her eyes; the dragon was in front of her, trying to sing along.
She reached out and the dragon froze, but Verdandi kept singing, and finally she touched its slender neck, petting it softly. After a moment, the dragon continued to sing with her. at the end of the song, the dragon rubbed its forehead against Verdandi’s. She laughed, and rubbed its smooth neck. The dragon followed the viking in training to Berk, and managed to squeeze itself into Verdandi’s house. Verdandi smiled; now she had a special person, er, dragon in her life.
FAMILY: Grandfather Alder Falk (fathers side)- deceased
Grandmother Oili Falk (fathers side)- deceased
Father- Bard Falk, retired blacksmith
Mother- Sif Falk, retired herbalist and midwife
Older Brother Frey- deceased (age 14)
WEAPON OF CHOICE: A sword that her grandfather crafted for her before he died.
FIGHTING STYLE: Verdandi can either use a sword, or do hand to hand combat. When she fight with her sword, she is calm, cool, and collected. But when fist fighting, she lets loose, and can go crazy.
DRAGON
NAME: Skysong
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Tracker Class
APPEARANCE: Skysong is a female Strider, with sky blue and periwinkle colored wings, with the webbed part of her wings being periwinkle as well. She has bright purple eyes the color of amethysts. As her breed calls for, she is bigger than her male counterpart.
PERSONALITY: Like most of her kind, Skysong is very curious, an that can get her and Verdandi in trouble sometimes. Skysong loves to ‘sing’ with Verdandi, and play fetch. Unlike most Sprinters, Skysong is used to being close to humans, and so she doesn’t have as much ‘fight or flight’ instinct as she used to. Skysong can be pretty mean towards men. She hates when Verdandi’s father is around, as she smells fear from Verdandi and anger from Bard. So she associates men= EVIL… most of the time. If a man can prove he’s kind to Verdandi, Skysong will accept him. She’s very protective of Verdandi, and if she feels her dragon rider is in danger, she’ll either take off, or attack (more likely she’ll run off).
STRENGTHS: Speedy fast, Skysong will beat almost any dragon in the sky. She is very responsive to her dragon rider, and has good control on tight turns and loves to loop-de-loop.
WEAKNESSES: Skysong does not camouflage well in the bushes and trees since she has bright blue wings. She also hates the rain, though if commanded to go out in the rain she will… but she will be ornery.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES:***************
CBOX NAME: Rainbow
AGE: 16
OCCUPATION: Viking in Training/ Herbalist
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female- Bisexual
LIKES:
-Riding dragons
-Sword fighting
-Competitions
-Reading
-Hanging out with friends
-Singing
DISLIKES:
-When her parents fight
-Rules
-Bullies
-Water
-Fighting dragons
STRENGTHS:
-Herbal remedies
-Fighting; hand to hand or sword
-Good with training dragons
-Very independent
WEAKNESSES:
-Using a bow and arrow
-Swimming
-Weapon crafting
-Hates bugs
FEARS:
-Falling off her dragon in front of people
-Death by Drowning
-Losing her friends
-Her father
AMBITIONS:
-To be freely bisexual
-Become a Trick Rider
-Make peace between her parents
-Help improve the Book of Dragons
SECRETS:
-She is abused by her father
-She is terribly afraid of water
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Verdandi is a wild, free soul, who seems not to have a care in the world, despite her slightly dark past. She loves going into the woods of Berk, to gather herbs and just run around and explore in general.
She’s very independent, to the point where she lives alone in her grandparents old cottage. She refuses to live with her parents any longer for various reasons, one being she can’t be in the same house as her father. She hunts and cooks her own food, and has a job as a herbalist, thanks to the teachings of her mother.
Verdandi loves to hang out with the other young vikings-in-training. She also likes to talk with her elders. She respects them, and takes their word seriously, and more often then not, surprises the elders with her own words of wisdom.
Another thing Verdandi has is patience. She loves to work with younger dragon riders, and is known to watch over the young children when the vikings go out to sea. She entertains them with tales of dragons from long long ago passed down by herbalist in the old days of the first dragon riders.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Verdandi has wild, pitch black hair that goes past her shoulders. Her hair is loose in waves down her back. Her face is thin, and she has a sharp, pixie-like nose, and full heart shaped lips. Verdandi has ghostly blue mischievous eyes, that take in everything around her. She is about five foot three, she is thin, but very strong despite lack of seen muscles.
Verdandi wears black short furred boots up to her knees, with gray leather ties up the boot to keep it in place. She wears gray leggings, and a jagged black layered leather skirt, and a tight sleeveless gray shirt, with a black leather vest over it with a black furred collar. On her hands she wears black leather fingerless gloves, to protect her hands while training with her sword and fighting.
PLAYBY: Ksenia Solo
HISTORY:
Verdandi Falk was born on the island of Berk, on December the fifth, to her parents Anders and Sif Falk. Her grandmother helped with her birth as the midwife. She was one of the last babies Idun would help birth, as she died some days after Verdandi being born.
Verdandi came into the world as a squalling little bundle of joy, perfectly healthy, and exactly what her father didn’t want. Her mother loved the small bundle of baby girl to death, as well as her older brother Frey. He promised to protect her from all harm, and told that to baby Verdandi everyday before the baby was put to bed.
A fews years later, a young Verdandi sat in the woods with Frey, playing “Viking” with sticks as swords. To Frey’s surprise, Verdandi seems to be at ease smacking him around with a stick. When returning to the village for dinner, Verdandi and Frey laughed about how easily Frey was beaten.
Most of the people at the table laughed, but two did not; their father, who thought Frey was an embarrassment that his daughter could beat his son so easily; and Frey had been using a wooden sword for two years! Their grandfather saw potential in the young girl, and smiled at the thought of teaching this wild girl.
For Verdandi’s next birthday, she received a wooden sword and lessons from her grandfather. Her father was furious, as he thought Verdandi would follow in her mothers path of the gentle healer. When his wife showed support of the direction Verdandi’s life was taking her, Anders lifted his hand and struck his wife for the first time. Sif took it in stride; she was no weakling, and would not let Anders get to her.
But the hitting continued as time went on. As Verdandi strayed from the path her father wanted her to take, the more violent he became. One day, Frey tried to stop his father from hitting his mother, and his father accidentally hit Frey instead of his intended target Sif; the boy was hit so hard he smacked into a table and started bleeding. After some time the boy did not stand up. He was still breathing, but nothing would wake him. The whole house was quiet aside from a faint wailing coming from Sif, who watched her husband scoop up her little boy and take him to the village healer.
A year later, Frey still was not awake. The story told around the village was that he hit his head on a rock while playing with Verdandi. Verdandi, having hearing enough lies and seeing her mother and now her brother in dangerous situations in their own home, tried to tell her father he had to tell the truth. He responded by smacking her and telling her to leave his home.
Verdandi moved in with her grandfather. She learned the hard way that he expected her to keep after herself, and to help around the house. In return, Alder slowly taught he how to defend herself with her fists. He might be old, but he was still very spry for his age. Verdandi soaked up his teachings like a sponge. After that, he found his old wooden sword, and started to teach Verdandi the basics of holding a sword. She would learn from him how to use the wooden sword as a weapon over the next year.
Verdandi, now a ten year old, went to do her daily checkup on her brother. He was skin and bones, the liquid and herbs they were giving him barely keeping him alive. It was that day that Frey took his last breath; his spirit slipped away, Verdandi holding his hand. She cried in pain and rage that day. If not for her father, Frey would have become a warrior, maybe even a dragon rider.
That day changed Verdandi forever; she would become the warrior and dragon rider Frey should have been. She charged out of the healers hut to report to her father and mother. Sif cried buckets over the loss of her son. Bard, on the other hand, took his anger out on Verdandi. He beat her, telling her if it wasn’t for Frey defending Verdandi and Sif, none of this would have happened. He physically threw her out of the house, and she made her way back to her grandfathers. He helped fix her wounds, and promised to help her learn to use a real sword. He also signed her up to be a dragon rider in training.
Four years later, Verdandi lost another important person to her; her grandfather, Alder. Alder wrote that he left his house and a special present for Verdandi to have; a sword crafted of the toughest iron. Verdandi lost the two protectors in her life. Her two special people.
The day after her grandfathers funeral pyre, Verdandi found herself wandering there woods of Berk, traveling farther in than usual. She found herself peering into a stream, and got too close to the edge and fell in. Never learning how to swim, she flailed franticly, before she started to sink. Magically, something pulled her out. Half unconscious, she couldn’t tell who or what pulled her out. But as she scrambled to her feet, a dark head peeked out of the bushes, violet eyes watching her. It was a dragon. She stumbled closer, and the creature was long gone.
Day after day, Verdandi went out into the forest, looking for the strange white dragon and some days she did see it, but only when it wanted her too, she realized. One day she brought out a sack of fish she had caught. Dropping the bag, she dumped the fish out. Rustling and a dart of light blue and black made her smile; it was here. So she backed away from the pile of fish, and she climbed a tree to watch. After a few agonizing minutes, the black dragon with beautiful sky blue and periwinkle wings came out, sniffing through the fish. Verdandi gasped quietly as she watched a dragon eat an eel. A freakin’ eel. And it ate it like it was starved! She watched it turn its nose up at the other fish before it poked an iridescent fish and watched the scales change color in the sunlight. Verdandi giggled and the dragon looked up. It stared at her, looking down at the fish, and its eyes shone, making a connection. But a split second later, it was gone.
These actions went on for many days, and days turned into months; more eels, more shiny fish and other items. One day, Verdandi sat on a log, singing a song. In the middle of the song, she felt hot, moist breath between her neck and shoulder; she closed her eyes, her voice quivering for a moment as she continued to sing. A crooning sound made her open her eyes; the dragon was in front of her, trying to sing along.
She reached out and the dragon froze, but Verdandi kept singing, and finally she touched its slender neck, petting it softly. After a moment, the dragon continued to sing with her. at the end of the song, the dragon rubbed its forehead against Verdandi’s. She laughed, and rubbed its smooth neck. The dragon followed the viking in training to Berk, and managed to squeeze itself into Verdandi’s house. Verdandi smiled; now she had a special person, er, dragon in her life.
FAMILY: Grandfather Alder Falk (fathers side)- deceased
Grandmother Oili Falk (fathers side)- deceased
Father- Bard Falk, retired blacksmith
Mother- Sif Falk, retired herbalist and midwife
Older Brother Frey- deceased (age 14)
WEAPON OF CHOICE: A sword that her grandfather crafted for her before he died.
FIGHTING STYLE: Verdandi can either use a sword, or do hand to hand combat. When she fight with her sword, she is calm, cool, and collected. But when fist fighting, she lets loose, and can go crazy.
DRAGON
NAME: Skysong
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Tracker Class
APPEARANCE: Skysong is a female Strider, with sky blue and periwinkle colored wings, with the webbed part of her wings being periwinkle as well. She has bright purple eyes the color of amethysts. As her breed calls for, she is bigger than her male counterpart.
PERSONALITY: Like most of her kind, Skysong is very curious, an that can get her and Verdandi in trouble sometimes. Skysong loves to ‘sing’ with Verdandi, and play fetch. Unlike most Sprinters, Skysong is used to being close to humans, and so she doesn’t have as much ‘fight or flight’ instinct as she used to. Skysong can be pretty mean towards men. She hates when Verdandi’s father is around, as she smells fear from Verdandi and anger from Bard. So she associates men= EVIL… most of the time. If a man can prove he’s kind to Verdandi, Skysong will accept him. She’s very protective of Verdandi, and if she feels her dragon rider is in danger, she’ll either take off, or attack (more likely she’ll run off).
STRENGTHS: Speedy fast, Skysong will beat almost any dragon in the sky. She is very responsive to her dragon rider, and has good control on tight turns and loves to loop-de-loop.
WEAKNESSES: Skysong does not camouflage well in the bushes and trees since she has bright blue wings. She also hates the rain, though if commanded to go out in the rain she will… but she will be ornery.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES:***************
CBOX NAME: Rainbow
