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CHARACTER SHEET OUTLINE | DUE DATE: AUGUST 19, 2018​
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Basic Facts:
? Name: [if anything special, kindly indicate why.]
? Nickname: [if anything special, kindly indicate why.]
? Age: [age is just a number but we still wanna know…]
? Birthday: [when are we going to celebrate?]
? Occupation: [student or if any e.g. full time awesome]
? Years at camp:

Aesthetics:
Race: [demigod, elves, dwarves, giant or just plain awesome]
? Gender:
? Hair color:
? Eye color:
? Weight:
? Height:
? Body build:
Note: You are welcome to post images of your character if you so wish. For elves, dwarves, and giants, you do not need to show how they look without a glimmer if you do not want to. However, it's more than welcomed as some characters like how they appear with/without the glimmer. It is up to you.​

Godly Attributes:
? Norse parentage:
? Powers:
? Weapon of choice:
Note: [Maximum of 3 powers. Write out the limits for each power and you may name these powers if you wish. They are uncontrolled and one of the reasons why you’re at the camp is to master your powers and know the legacy of your lineage. And you know, to not die in the outside world easily.]​

Personality:
? Graces and strengths:
? Flaws and weaknesses:
? Hobbies:
? Quirks:
Note: If you’re going to list out your graces and flaws, please elaborate. otherwise, you may write in paragraph(s) form​

Memoire:
[Is your childhood fun? traumatic? filled with drama? Or worse, nothing remotely stimulating happened? Feel free to rant list it out. Believe it or not, we still want to know about it.]

Miscellaneous:
? Ambitions, goals or motivations:
? Secrets:
? Relation:
? Death: [Are you worthy of being picked by Odin and her Valkyries to enter Valhalla and feast while waiting to fight for Ragnarok? If yes, why? If not, then where do you want to go when you die in this realm and why?]
? Others: [anything we missed out? Add it up! ]
 
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    Zoe Hammond
    "Stars can't shine without darkness..."     ​

    basics

    ⍣ full name ⍣
    Zoe Gjertrud Hammond
    [Zoe=Life; Gjertrud = The Strength of the Spear ]
    ⍣ nickname ⍣ Zoe, Z
    ⍣ age ⍣ 21
    ⍣ birthday ⍣ july 18
    ⍣ occupation ⍣ valkyrie in training
    ⍣ years at camp ⍣ 16 years


    aesthetics

    ⍣ race ⍣ demigod
    ⍣ gender ⍣ female
    ⍣ hair color ⍣ brown - black
    ⍣ eye color ⍣ icy blue
    ⍣ height & weight ⍣ 5'9 ft × 135 lbs
    ⍣ body built ⍣ slim and curvy


    attributes


    ⍣ norse parentage ⍣ daughter of hel; goddess of the dead and the underworld

    ⍣ powers ⍣
    - touch of death - Zoe has the ability to absorb the life force of any living creature just by touch. She can cause a simple fainting spell or even kill someone, it will all vary on the duration of the time she'll been holding the victim. She wears a special type of leather gloves infused with enchanted jewels made by the dwarves in Niðavellir to contain her power. If she's too emotional, she doesn't need to touch the victim. Her very own aura can suck the life out of everything, maximum of three feet around her.

    - danse macabre - she can summon and commune with the dead for a maximum of half an hour. Any longer than that then she's risking her own life by tapping to her very spiritual core and essence. Zoe can only perform the action if she's holding anything that belongs to the deceased.

    ⍣ weapon of choice ⍣ As a Valkyrie in training, her preferred weapon of choice is a long sword but Zoe also carries other weapons such as her two hunting knives
    and throwing axe.

    personality

    ⍣ graces and strengths ⍣
    Zoe is one sensitive girl. Very emotional and caring that she'll put the other people's happiness before hers. She is dutiful and just, and more than willing to sacrifice herself if it comes down to it. She's also a capable little lady who likes to keep herself busy. Not only in weapons but she's also highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Other than training, she's well-read and loves to pursue knowledge Asgard has to offer. An intuitive and a brilliant planner. She can be very animated and enthusiastic every time she talks about the things she loves; mainly animals, flowers and weapons. She’s reliable and a hard worker and will do whatever it takes just to get the job done. Because of what she is and what she has, Zoe became a perfectionist. In spite of her mature, charming and refined nature, at times she can be playful and on the side of breaking or bending the rules. She’s a girl with a big heart but has a hard time opening up to others but due to her training, she's more outgoing than before.

    ⍣ flaws and weaknesses ⍣ Because of her powers, she's a little aloof and quiet, she'd rather be alone than hurt others around her. She can also be calculating and very cautious to other people since emotions trigger her power. She's a little erratic and prohibits herself on having fun. She believes that if you're too happy today, you're going to suffer big time tomorrow. She's also very conscious about herself, and very self- critical. Doubt lingers in her heart and mind. She has this fear of failure because failing means killing someone. And her conscience can't just handle it. Despite of her being caring and warm personality, she tends to mask these emotions and seldom let anyone in close enough to see how she genuinely feels. Nonchalance is like a second nature to her even though deep within she's already thinking of ways to help out. Often times she can be angry and insecure at mortals or even other demigods who's got abilities they can easily use. Zoe can be highly reticent. She is not too fond of talking anything about herself, especially not about her 'mortal' life and family.

    ⍣ likes ⍣
    Zoe likes puzzles and gardening. She likes planting flowers because unlike her ability to corrupt life, she can make something grow. She has a small garden near their cabin where she loves to hang around. She's also fond of books and weapons. Apart from that, she has a knack of creating potions for medical purposes and has a vast knowledge about plants and their uses. Medical or otherwise.

    ⍣ dislikes ⍣
    - Mostly herself when she's feeling overwhelmed.
    - Archery. She has a good aim but she's not too fond of archery.

    ⍣ quirks and habits ⍣
    - she has a golden coin that she often plays around with her knuckles and fingers. It's a token given to her by an elf she helped out back at Asgard. The token has a rune that means 'protection' engraved upon it.

    - Zoe is an ambidextrous. She writes using her right hand but she does most of the things using her left.

    memoire

    Zoe was left in her father's doorstep when she was just a mere baby. Her father, Magnus Hammond, is a Swedish book and antique dealer. He was much too fond of Norse mythology that he traveled all over Europe and the Scandinavian peninsula for knowledge. He collects ancient artifacts and books regarding the subject matter. He was on one of his trips when he met a beautiful woman who, turns out to be Hel. He was caught a bad accident and could've died if it weren't for her. For 9 days she helped him out, tended and took care of him, she even helped him get back to a village and proper civilization so that he could get home. After that encounter, he never met the mysterious woman again. And he even thought that their encounter was nothing but a dream; a blissful and unforgettable dream.

    It was not until a couple of months later when a baby was delivered in his doorstep. Magnus’ plan was to hand the baby to the orphanage but then in the shadows, Hel materialized in the same form of the woman who helped him out. She told him that it was their kid and he was supposed to take care of her for her 'home' is not fit for the child. He was more than confused and it took some time to convince him for Hel doesn't want to use her powers and abilities, afraid that she might intimidate the man some more. In the end, Magnus accepted everything. And knowing what truth is wasn't as easy as he hoped to be. He can’t deny that he was terrified, at the little girl and Hel herself. Because of that, his affection and love for his daughter was always hindered by the fact that she was not normal.

    For years, Zoe was a regular kid but in the corner of his eyes, her father was waiting for any manifestations of special abilities that didn't come. Not until when she was 6. Her father finally moved on and decided to marry. That resulted her having a half-brother. And he was the main reason why she was delivered at camp. Like normal first born kids, Zoe was jealous of him. She could see the difference on how her father deals with her baby brother and how he dealt with her. It was always a battle for Zoe to get him to notice her. And learning that she has a new competition, it only fueled her insecurities. So one night, as soon as her parents were inside their bedroom, she sneaked in the nursery and visited her little brother. She saw nothing special about him but probably because of too much emotion for a kid, her powers lashed out. Corrupting and sucking all the life out of every living thing around her that time. The flowers near the windows, their dog that was sleeping in her brother’s bedroom. And unfortunately, her little brother’s. Zoe cried out loud and it woke her parents up. They rushed towards the nursery only to find that the little kid was lifeless.

    There was no blood, no traces of suffocation or anything remotely that could indicate the cause of death. The baby was just unresponsive and has no heartbeat. But even then, Magnus knew that is was Zoe who did it. That same night, he prayed and called out to Hel. Hatred was the only thing he could feel and he was so closed on driving to the woods and leaving the kid for Hel to take but he knew he had to take care of his mortal family first. Magnus was driving the car; his wife is clutching the body of their dead kid in the passenger seat while Zoe was quietly crying at the back. They were on their way to the hospital when suddenly their car died in the middle of the road, and in front of them a black hooded woman appeared. Half of the flesh on her face was decayed while the other half was hauntingly beautiful; all pale and flawless. Hel answered his prayers. With a flick of her hand, Zoe's step mom lost her consciousness. After making sure that she was only asleep and not dead, Magnus went out of the car and confronted her. Zoe could barely make out what they were saying but her dad was clearly frantic and Hel was... expressionless. It only took a moment when the lady approached the car and opened the passenger door. Instead of being afraid of the figure, Zoe was drawn to her as she reached a hand and followed the lady out of the car. Of course she doesn't know who she really is but the next thing Zoe knew is that she was in camp and everything was being explained to her. Her heritage, her legacy and her power, all of it was explained by the hooded woman whom later revealed herself to be her mother.

    Over the years, she learned that Hel helped her brother and gave him back his soul. Hel also made her step mother forget everything that night but her father still knew about it. And Zoe never went back home. She did visit her family from time to time but only in the distance. She knew that they were far safer without her in the picture.

    miscellaneous

    ⍣ ambitions, goals or motivations ⍣ To be able to do her job well, which is to serve Odin and the einherjar along with her Valkyrie sisters until the Ragnarok. And also to master her abilities.

    ⍣ secrets ⍣ x

    ⍣ relation⍣ x

    ⍣ death: ⍣ If things went according to plan, upon her death she will reside in Valhalla and forever serve in the halls of the great Allfather and his einherjar while they're waiting for Ragnarok to come. Death is something she is more than familiar with, and if her time comes and Valhalla is not open for her, she knew she has a place in the underworld and be with her mother for all eternity.

    ⍣ others ⍣ she can speak at least 15 different languages; foreign and from the other realm. They are an elective in Asgard.

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    ➸ Name: Eirawen Orianthi Aðalsteinsdóttir
    [ Eirawen = meaning white snow, blessed | Orianthi = meaning beautiful flower ]
    ➸ Nickname: Eir, Eira, Ori, Thi, Oreo, Oria, Ria, Riri
    [ Little Parsla = meaning flake ]
    [ note: most of these nicknames were given to her from past and present campers ( including elves, giants, and dwarves ) and many more to come. . . ]
    ➸ Age: 21
    ➸ Birthday: December 21 [ Winter Solstice ]
    ➸ Occupation: Valkyrie-in-training
    ➸ Years at camp: [ 16 years ; for as long as she could remember, perhaps since she's been a child after her father passed away ]
    ➸ Race: Demigod | Daughter of Skadi
    ➸ Norse Parentage: Skadi, Goddess and Giantess of Winter, Skiing, Mountain, and Bowhunting
    ➸ Hair Colour: Platinum Blonde - Silver White that flows down to her mid-back with side-braids and half braids
    ➸ Eye Colour: Olive Green that shines under the sun's light
    ➸ Height: 5'5 ; [ 165cm ]
    ➸ Weight: 115lbs ; [ 52kg ]
    ➸ Body Build: Athletic and slim, the Valkyrie-in-training keeps up with a healthy diet and regular exercises including physical training


    persona
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    ➸ Personality: If there is one thing that differs her from most people it is her unyielding determination. Once Eirawen has her mind set on something, she will see to it until the end since half-assing to her is a sin. She will never back down from any task that is given to her, sometimes going above and beyond what is necessary. But, most of all, the young demigod is hardworking as she takes everything in strides. Although she does not complain about her workload, Eirawan finds the optimistic side of view, always encouraging and supporting those who are by her side. Some may call her foolish and reckless, but some may caller brave and courageous as she always walks into situations with the view of protecting those she cares about, even if it means that she gets hurt in the process. Eirawen would recklessly go straight-forward into a dire situation only if it means her friends get out unscathed. At the same time, Eirawen takes it upon herself to deal with task that most people would rather not do, especially breaking up an argument. Because of Eirawen's busybody and nosy-rosy attitude towards campers and her Valkyrie sisters alike, she tends to know the ins and outs of everything, being in the know of just about anything and everything that happens in the lives of others around her. However, Eirawen , herself, can be quite secretive especially when it deals to her being afraid of something. She puts on a facade as much as she could, but because she wears her heart on her sleeves, there are times where she's quite transparent, not able to hold in her emotions and sensitivity. Because she can be secretive, she is quite a good secret keeper unless it's a secret that could eventually affect everyone around them if not told.

    Because of her need to prove to herself that she is capable of protecting herself and others around her, Eiraween can easily overwork herself, refusing to get help from those that cares about her. Eirawen hates relying and depending on others as she easily feels burdened or guilty if she has to ask someone for help. Regardless of being very responsible and independent, the young demigod is quite playful, cheerful, and absolutely adventurous! There's never a dull moment when she's around, especially after working so hard. She believes in work hard and play even harder! No matter where she is, Eirawen is always looking for a good time, wanting to crack jokes with her sisters and friends to bonding and connecting with them more through other means such as hiking, swimming, or even what she not really skilled at the most: drawing and other artistry. Eirawen will always put in her best effort to try and understand others around her, even if it means stepping on their toes and invading their space. She does everything she can to make others feel comfortable and welcoming even if it means being annoying and bothersome.

    In the end, Eirawen is a loyal friend and cares deeply especially since she has a shoulder to cry on and will always at her friend's beck and call, no matter the time or day. She will stand up for what she believes in even if it means being against her friends, though, she may feel specially sensitive and hurt if their feud last for longer than a day. She absolutely hates fighting with others and will always do her best to make amends. Lying isn't her forte as she's honest and truthful. Eirawen tries to be a good role model, sometimes even having to make tough and hard decisions that could eat her alive. Last but not least, Eirawen loves learning and growing in knowledge. She loves learning knew things everyday and tends to love sharing hew newfound knowledge with her friends. A free-spirit and quite a people-person, Eirawen definitely does everything in her power to make her mother proud and to become worthy of being a Valkyrie that can aid others no matter what.

    ➸ Grace: Welcoming and accepting, open-minded, patient and understanding, determined and hardworking, compassionate and passionate, hopeful and optimistic, nurturing and maternal
    ➸ Strengths: Long distance combat [ her arrows and spear ], martial arts [ mostly arm punches, kicking, dodging - not boxing ], ice sports, sports in general, games

    ➸ Flaws: Forgiving and trusting, perfectionist and critical [ especially on herself ] , emotions [ wears her heart on her sleeves ], nosy and busybody, stubborn and willful, daydreamer and romantic,
    ➸ Weaknesses: Baking [ she can't bake at all ], drawing [ except Maps ] , singing, sewing, sword fightings and knives [ she rarely uses these weapons ], alcohol [ although she can handle her alcohol to an extent, Eirawen avoids it as much as possible ], sweets

    ➸ Dislikes: Being abandoned, forgotten, loneliness, long nails, sour food, seeing someone hurt, soft drinks or soda [ the bubbles makes her throat hurt ], animal abuse, boredom and silence, the heat, summer,
    ➸ Likes: Adolf [ Eirawen's wolf companion ], polar bears, penguins, nature, adventure, spontaneity, her family [ blood related or not ] , learning and knowledge, tea, anything that catches her eyes especially pretty things, the cold, winter and fall, stories

    ➸ Quirks: She carries her necklace everywhere, a memory of her father and tends to fidget with it when she's lost in thought. Despite not being much of a person who wears jewelry, she keeps a charm bracelet and even matching accessories with her all of the time like a good luck charm, especially if it's from her sister Malia or Valkyrie sisters. Eirawen wiggles her nose and sometimes ears when she's uncomfortable or if she's in an awkward situation. She walks with a purpose, sometimes walking to fast but tends to skip over lines and holes, making an extra effort to go around holes or jump over them.

    ➸ Habits: Eirawen has a habit of waiting for others to fall asleep before being the. last one to fall asleep. She tends to fall asleep anywhere, sometimes in weird positions such as standing up or sitting upright and sleeping. She has quick survival instincts and sometimes it's a habit for her to accidentally throw her arms or hand at someone who appears from behind her or surprise her without her realising. The young female, if laying in a bed, can only sleep in a fetal position with a bunch of pillows under her head. When coughing or sneezing, she usually sneezes and coughs into her arm than on her hands.


    memoria
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    ➸ Powers: icicles - aka ice manipulation ; Eirawen has the abilty to create, shape, and manipulate ice. sometimes, she is able to freeze water by stepping on it hence "walking on water". Because of her ability to manipulate ice, Eirawen can change the temperature around her into cold air despite her not being effected by the cold. Although ice will have the ability to freeze a being solid, she has yet to master that ability and will only be able to slowly encase someone in ice up to their knees, keeping them still.
    snowfall - aka snow creation ; because Eirawen's ability involves the cold, winter, and ice, she is also able to manipulate snow, sometimes causing blizzards and avalanches on mountain sides. However, Eirawen especially likes making little snowman including calling one "Olaf" as an ode to Frozen. She has yet learned how to create huge snow monsters but it wouldn't come as a surprise if little snowflakes fall here and there around a certain area due to her emotions.
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    limits: Although Eirawen is able to control her abilities better than most, she still will have trouble keeping in-check her powers especially when it becomes too much for her to handle. The ability to create winter, a snowstorm, a blizzard, or even freeze the people she cares is foreboding, especially mentally and emotionally. Eirawen is an emotional-being, feeling far more than she should as she cares too much of others. Some sees her as foolish and a martyr for putting others above herself and taking pity on those who shouldn't have another chance. If Eirawen's emotions are in turmoil, Eirawen's abilities may go hay-wired. She could be her biggest downfall. For example, if angered beyond control, her abilities may swallow her whole, causing harm on herself than protect. Eirawen rarely uses her abilities for combat unless need be as she prefers the "mundane' way of handling battles. On her own, if she is in control and stabilized, Eirawen wouldn't be able to cause a blizzard, snowstorm, or even glaciers by herself unless it causes a major strain on her such as blacking out for at least a week or more. She still has much to learn to be able to widely take control of the forces of nature within her being.

    ➸ Weapon of choice: The Valkyrie-in-training's go-to weapon is her bow&arrow and her double-bladed spear. Although trained in various arts of combat including martial arts, Eirawen prefers long-ranged weapons than closed-range ones. A sword is her least favorite as it requires being in close contact with her opponent and her second favorite are knives and daggers ( unless they're throwing knives ) as she doesn't like hearing the sound of piercing flesh up close and blood drawn.

    ➸ Skills: Eirawen is a skilled at skiing, ice-skating, hiking, and rock/mountain climbing. She knows first-aid and cpr, always having a small medical kit in her bag at all cost. Because she has lived in the wild and has trained under both her mother and the other Valkyries, Eirawen is a good hunter and tracker, being able to use footprints and markings to figure out where one is headed. Due to Eirawen's love for knowledge and wanting to understand other races, she's taken time to teach herself Elvish, Dwarvish, and various other English languages aside from Icelandic and English. [ She's currently learning most of the Scandinavian languages | Germianics ( she currently can make basic conversation, translate a gist of a writing, and write the languages if she ever needed to ): Norwegian, Swedish, Finnish, Danish , Lativian, plus Russian ]. At the same time, Eirawen learned American Sign Language compared to British Sign Language but is in the process of learning as well.

    ➸ Biography:
    trigger warning: death, blood​

    "Sögur, Faðir!" A young high-pitched voice called near the crackling sounds of the fire place.

    The light blonde child slowly crawled into her father's wide lap and snuggled in closer towards his warm belly for comfort as her emerald, wide-eyed gaze looked upon her father's face. A low, bellowing chuckle escaped her father's lips as his stature loomed over the petite girl. His smile expanded across his face as he watched his little girl ask him to tell more stories about him and her mother. He, of course, couldn't not abide by his only daughter's request. It was her special day after all, her name day. The young child's name was Eirawen Orianthi, but, she was always called "Little Parsla" by father, a nickname her mother called her when she was carrying her in her stomach.

    "Aftur, lítill snjókorn?"

    Eirawen could only greedily nod her head rapidly as she waited patiently for her father to comb her hair as he told her favorite story: the day her mother and father fell in love. The howling of the wind blew outside as the frosty, crispy air continued to snow in the middle of that winter solstice night.

    However, as morning came, the young girl's eyes opened only to be greeted with gloom and darkness around her. A small yap could be heard as a sound of licking and slobbers slipped down Eirawen's cheeks. Looking around, the five year old child called out into the emptiness, "Father?"

    No answer.

    Hugging her small frame, Eirawen slowly removed her covers from her bed and gently placed her small foot on the cold, wooden floors. Adolf, the overly sized "dog" jumped off the bed and stayed by Eirawen's side, sniffing the air as he tried to track down her father and his mother Ylva. The two started to slowly make their way around the cabin but everything had been too tall for Eirawen could reach or even see. But, at the sound fo the whistling of the wind and the loud booming of the opened door, Eiraween jumped in fright, tears welling around her eyes as she fell on the ground with a loud thump.

    "Faðir!"

    No answer.

    Adolf whined slightly by Eirawen's side, licking her cheeks as the two bared themselves, walking outside the front door. It didn't occur to the small five year old it was dangerous walking outside during the cold, winter's night. She only had one thought on her mind and it was to look for her father. Time slowly passed as Eiraween gripped Adolf's pelt, keeping her balance steady as he watched over the small framed human. It wasn't until a loud, fowl, screech in the air did Eirawen find herself feeling frightened once more. She wanted her father's comfort and before she knew it, she saw a red flower flaming in the wind as a smile made way to her lips. Eirawen ran as fast as her little feet could take her with Adolf trailing behind as he howled at seeing his own white-fured mother that matched his own.

    But, it was too early to celebrate.

    "Eirawen! Run!"

    He panicked, telling her to go around the other way. Without knowing, Eirween's eyes widened at the sight of the beast that appeared behind her father. It was something she's never seen before, maybe heard in scary folklores, but not something her father told her about! Soon, Eiraween was quickly grabbed and placed into her father's loving arms as they ran into the woods as the beast roared behind them. Ylva and Adolf trailed behind, growling and barking at the beast in protection of them. However, with a trip over a root of a tree, Eirawen felt backward and it was too late. The beast caught up and Ylva was on the move as she took a defense stance, baring her teeth. Adolf, on the other hand, ran towards Eirween who was underneath the snow. She wasn't injured despite her reddened cheeks and nose as her father stood his ground, swishing the torch back and forth in front of it.

    Eirawen couldn't remember what the beast looked like as she stared fearfully into Death's eyes. Her father tried to fend off the beast as best as he could and Eirween could only watch frozen as she shook in her spot, not sure what was going on. What was that monster doing to her daddy?

    Ylva was the first to leave as a loud crunch was heard and Adolf howled in pain at the site, grimacing at losing his mother, seeing her limped body. Eirween wanted to race towards her dad and drag him out, but she could only see the reddened snow near her feet as she screamed for help and her dad.

    "G-go . . " He reached out towards his daughter as Eirawen let out a sob, crying for her father, shaking her head. She tried reaching for him but to no avail. With one last look at his daughter, it was all her could do, to protect her, he got up quickly and charged towards the beast.

    Adolf quick grabbed Eirawen's shirt with his teeth and pulled her ontop of him as he raced through the wilted forest covered in snow, quickly getting his friend away as hot tears flashed his eyes from the pain of losing not just his mother but now. . . his other master.

    Eirawen shook her head as she heard the roaring of the beast. A piercing scream sounded out as she felt the swipe of the beast hit Adolf from the side, causing him to hit against another tree, knocking him out cold. Eirawen on the other hand couldn't understand with her position as she looked towards Adolf. The beast was closing in on her as she threw rocks at him, screaming at the beast for hurting her father, Yvla, and Adolf.

    And before she knew it, something inside her glowed as the snow around her raised up in the air and ice shards starting to hit the beast. Eirawen slowly collapsed within seconds but not without praying that someone gave her courage and strength to protect what was left of her family. Tears poured down her eyes.

    A week later

    Eirawen's eyes flicked open feeling sore and groggily. She couldn't believe her eyes as she noted an unfamiliar yet beautiful woman looking down upon her with sad eyes. And in that moment, Eirawen's world took a huge turn as she lost one parent but was reunited with another. It was. happy yet painful reunion for the both of them. Eirawen's prayer had been answered as a Valkyrie had saved her from being destroyed and killed that very winter night in Iceland.

    It was then that Eirawen had turned her fate and her destiny. She was protected and she would return the favor. The Valkyrie woman had given her hope and strength, telling her that when she grew a little older, it would be her turn to come to the halls and train. Eirawen had potential and proved it that night of the attack. Soon, time passed and her mother Skadi began to raise her own daughter, keeping her in the protected walls of Camp. Her mother was strict and stern, yet nurturing and maternal when she needed to be. Eirawen took everything her mother taught her in stride, wanting to be the best for her mother and Skadi couldn't have been more proud.

    Eirawen made friends with the elves, the dwarves, and even the giants that stayed at the camp. She never wanted to be a burden and did her fair share of chores and even responsibilities. Eirawen took it upon herself to help those around her, learning from them, and getting taught by them. She found a community and solidarity at Winterian Wyrd as the hole in her heart was slowly filled. Her days were spent training, learning, and playing around at Winterian Wyrd whenever she could. She knew the ins and outs of the place as she sometimes even took a ride on Dory the Whales back, of course, with the aid of someone looking after her in case something happened. But, she made it known that she didn't want to burden someone with that task.

    Life passed and it wasn't until her sister, or half-sister had made it to camp that Eirawen took it upon herself to make Malia feel comforted and welcomed. She showed Malia all of her favorite spots and even showed her some of her little magic that she did begin to be able to form and manuipulate. Life with her sister was an adventure and soon, even more campers appeared. Eirawen made sure to befriend all of then, learning about everything and anything about each one of the campers. Her favorite pastime was learning about the different races and she was more than happy to sit and listen to them.

    Eirawen was always sad whenever campers left after the winter months, but even so, she was always happy to stay with the original family members of those who decided to stay around all the time. But, once it was time for her to say her own goodbyes and she was ready to become a Valkyrie-in-training, she was "homesick". She missed Winterian Wyrd and for the first half fo the year, she was distracted despite the constant training and practice she undergone. It wasn't until the second year that passed that Eirawen had got her head in the came as she continued to balance her magic lessons and her physicality training which included sparring with her other Valkyrie sisters.

    Life passed in a blink of an eye and before Eirawen knew it, she became stronger, proving herself worthy of being a Valkyrie and a demigod daughter that Skadi would be proud to present to the other gods/goddesses. But, regardless of her status, Eirawen never allowed herself to let her ego get in the way. She was humble and had a lot of humility as she always enjoyed coming back to Camp Winterian Wyrd to see her family and friends again. It was always a welcoming break for her.


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    ➸ Ambitions, goals, or motivations: The young demigod wants to be able to make a footprint in the world, worthy of joining the great halls of Valhalla. She wants to bring honor, loyalty, and most of all compassion to those around her. But, most of all, she wants to see the unity of the races, to see the expansions of culture and to see the transcendence of time pass. One day, she hopes that she would be able to have enough courage and knowledge to step outside of Camp Winterian and explore the human world. She has only ever known magic, Elves, dwarves, giants, and other "mythological" legends that she's a part of.

    ➸ Secrets: Eirawen is still riddled guilt despite her father and Ylva's ( her father's wolf companion ) death was not of her own doing. If she knew then what she knew now, perhaps she could have saved them. The young demigod is fearful of the human realm. She has never step foot outside of Camp Winterian Wyrd and had only gone to Asgard to train.

    ➸ Death: Death does not scare Eirawen. As long as she has lived a fulfilling life, being able to protect the one she cares for, she would be glad to go into the halls of Valhalla. If Odin allows her the chance to come to Valhalla, to take up arms and protect anyone that comes their way, she would take it, no questions ask. However, if that is not her destiny and the fates are not aligned for her, she would be disappointed but perhaps hopeful that she may see her father in the afterlife, wherever he is.

    ➸ Other: Although the cold never bothers Eirawen, there are markings on her body that indicates that there are times her physicality may suffer even if she does not feel cold. She may have discoloration of her finger and toes due to the cold, sometimes even feeling numbed to the temperature despite the stress it leaves on her body. [ Raynaud's ] She rarely celebrates her birthday, especially since the memories of her father and Ylva still bears a painful spot in her mind. Adolf goes with her to Asgard to train and never leaves her side. Eirawen still suffers some back pains from the attack and both she and Adolf share matching scars on their back. Sadly, there are times that Eirawen wakes up from nightmares and sometimes refuses to sleep.


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    skadi - eirawen's birth mother. at first, the goddess | jotun disapproved of eirawen's want for becoming a valkyrie-in-training, but as the young demigod grew older, she proved to her mother she could handle the job. she knew it was a risk to take and knew she would never have a mundane life. but, regardless of her sacrifice, eirawen always made sure that her mother knew that she loved both her and her sister. eirawen always came back to visit and always wrote letters to her mother whenever she was away. but, when she was back in winterian wyrd, she made her mother feel as if she never left 'home' at all, keeping the spirits alive.

    malia avidsson - eirawen's half sister through skadi. ever since eirawen met her half sister, she always vowed to protect her and taught her everything she knew, no matter what. eirawen knew she will always love, care, and worry about her sister and is glad that they're very close. she loved going on small adventures together with malia and only hoped her sister felt the same. the two share secrets with each other often and even share a special bond of jewelry : both wearing charm bracelets that represents each other.

    valkyrie sisters - to be written and talked about with the other five valkyrie-in-training

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Basic Facts:
Name: Doran Sandford
Nickname: Sandy
Age: 21
Birthday: March 13
Occupation: Student
Years at camp: 8

Aesthetics:
Race: Demigod
Gender: Male
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Weight: 235
Height: 6' 2"
Body build: Athletic
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Godly Attributes:
Norse parentage: Odin
Powers:
Dash- Able to move at intense speed. Only able to go up to 20 feet and if done to often Doran will pass out it works on his endurance.
Valhalla's Armory- Doran is able to summon weapons for him to use in battle he doesn't know how to use all weapons but he plans to master them all one day. The weapons at the moment can only last him about 30 mins before disappearing.
Senses of Warg- Doran has the ability to heighten his senses (Sight, Hearing, and Smell). The problem is he has some issues control these senses well, for the most part being at the camp has helped him control them and he can most of the time if done properly his senses can become an issue in a fight.
Weapon of choice: Two Short Swords

Personality:
Graces and strengths: He is very strong-willed never backing down when he is in a tough time. He isn't much of a talker but he normally has a smile on his face especially when in battle. He is very honorable in battle as well he will never kill an unarmed man or woman. He will even go so far as to summon them a weapon so they can still fight. He is kind at heart but he has a temper and if he ever uses that temper and throws it on someone who doesn't deserve the anger he will feel terrible and worry about that person. He is a good friend and very protective of his. He doesn't have many but for the ones he does have they are his life. Without them he would be a shell of himself. He does trust people better but if you lose his trust it is very impossible to earn it back. He is loyal almost to a fault he can be manipulated if someone is good at it.
Flaws and weaknesses: He is stubborn to a point where its straight up annoying even to himself sometimes. Once he has a plan in motion nothing can stop him. He may be a good fighter but he is now born leader. He doesn't do well with communication, this normally ends with him getting into fights with no back up and him getting hurt. He also has a bad temper which can be set off like a snap of the finger. If he is angry watch out because sometimes friend or foe you might leave with a broken nose. In battle he likes to think he is great with strategy but in reality his main strategy is run and fight like hell. In a one on one he is better and finding weak points and exploiting them but not in battle. He needs a good leader to direct him.
Hobbies: He normally takes up his time training. Since he trains most of the time he needs a lot of energy so what time he isn't training he is eating.
Quirks: When he is bored he will summon a weapon and just mess with it. Nothing in particular just messes with it.

Memoire:
Doran has always been athletic. As soon as he was old enough, about 6, he begged his mom to let him join flag football, after that was little league baseball, then he joined a community basketball league that had a section for 6-9 year old to play together. Doran wanted to play them all and funny enough he had the energy to do it. He wasn't the greatest at school. He was easily distracted, he always had his head moving around when he heard a different noise (This helps him in the future when fighting). His mother wasn't too happy about this but she still tried to help him the best she could. She knew who his father was and knew he was destined for other things. Once he turned twelve he was accepted to go to a camp for people like him which he had no idea what that meant. He became angry with his mother and refused to talk to her and ended up not going that year. He didn't stay made for long but by the time he wasn't angry it was to late to go so by the next year he made sure his mother told him everything and after she did he told her he will start going from then on.

Miscellaneous:
Ambitions, goals or motivations: He has one simple goal in life. Become a strong enough fighter and to die in a glories battle worth enough to make it to his father in Valhalla
Secrets: He doesn't really have any secrets Doran has a policy to always tell people what he is thinking and he tells people to not ask him to keep secrets since he is not good at keeping them. Its not that he is bad at keeping them but he feels it is not honorable to keep. He won't judge people for having secrets but he out right refuses to here someone's secret because he does't like keeping them for people. He lives at the camp he doesn't go home. He sees it as a distraction from his training.
Relation: Friends with Callista daughter of Freyja. They have been friends since she joined he helps her in training for battles and she helps him with being better with communication and making friends with others.
Being the Son of Odin he was sort of lumped with Hector which in his eyes was a good thing since he made a friend from it and a brother in his opinion.
He has a great time with his sparring partner Olivia who is friends with his brother Hector. He likes her as a fighter and they do hangout sometimes but normally there time is taken up in the training grounds.
He is also good friends with Joy Kingston who also helps him communicate better and they both help each other with their anger.
Sven and Doran are plain and simple rivals. They both have been here the same amount of time and since the start they have been sparing and trying to one up each other. Doran doesn't hate Sven actually he respects his skill through he has been tricked by that Odikinesis he does his best to fight past it.
Malia is a fun person for Doran to be around. He is her mentor or at least she sees him that way. Doran loves this because he wants to train others.
Death: He wishes to make it to Valhalla but knows he still isn't ready for that right now but he plans to work hard and do what he can to achieve that death.
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♖ facts ♖​
[/div] Name: Ansgar Járnsíða
Nickname: Hans
Age: 20
Birthday: 23rd August
Occupation: Student
Years at camp: 8
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♖ Aesthetics ♖​
[/div] Race: Demigod
Gender: Male
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Light Blue
Weight: 210lbs
Height: 6’0
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♜ Attributes ♜​
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♖Godliness ♖​
[/div] Norse Parentage: Njörðr
Weapon of Choice: He favours the axe and a shield. This particular axe is large, with ancient wood and foreign metals. The head holding various runes carved along its sides, it’s because of these runes that the axe is said to have been wrought from ancient magic. [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]
♖ Powers ♖​
[/div] Aquatic Communication:He is able to communicate with and emphatically control sea-life, as well as (to an extent) life evolved from that. This is useful in both offensive and defensive positions. // Doesn’t know how to use this power at will, and it can be overstimulating to hear a chatter unprompted. It has given him a seemingly permanent ringing in his ears.

Tempest: Able to create, shape, and manipulate air. If mastered this would grant the ability to use air to shape the seas and their waves, calming or creating storms. // He has no control over this ability, his moods can also affect what he creates or manipulates. properly so moods can affect his ability. Electricity and fire can become overtly dangerous to him with this power if used in large or moderate amounts.

Aquatic Adaptation: Adapted to survive underwater, Ansgur is able to breathe underwater, withstand immense pressures and drastic temperatures that come with water, and is able to see clearly in even the darkest waters. // However, he is not used to being underwater for long periods of time, after two hours at most his lungs will ache like they’re burning, and his skin pricks. Once on land he struggles to breathe until he’s readapted, as well as this his vision will struggles to readapt to land. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab2 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsthree"] [div class=post] [div class=title]
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♖ persona ♖​
[/div] At first glance, Ansgar is easy to approach and easy to get along with, the type of person who you’d be friends with for years and only would you realise that you actually know very little about him. Whilst a social and warm person, he will rarely speak about himself or his past, and should the topic ever turn to him he’ll grow flustered and irritated, making an excuse or brushing off the question.

However, he is an attentive person who will remember the seemingly small details of his friends and their lives. If he’s told something that seems important to the person, even if it is as small as not liking a certain food, he will ensure that he remembers it. Yet even with his observant nature, where he will typically notice changes to the people around his, whilst he will keep note of it, he will never approach the person, finding it too uncomfortable or awkward and instead believing that they’ll approach him if they need him.

Perhaps to a fault, Ansgar is an unwaveringly loyal person. He will stand by anyone who he feels even the faintest stroke of loyalty to, regardless of the blood or attitude between them. He would never forsake them if they’re truly in need. Although he’s proud of this , it’s also been a dangerous trait, with Ansgar willing to put himself on the line.

Prefering to let his heart rule over his head, he will act without thought. Catching even the faintest hint of a whim, regardless of the cause or consequence he will follow it and act. Which for an emotional person can cause issues. Despite this he will stand by what choices he made, however rash.

Ansgar is also incredibly strong willed, attempting to see anything through to the very end. However as well as this has served him with his studying and training, he also takes it too far. Ansgar pushing himself past his limits, impatient for the end result as he tries to force himself to carry on no matter what pain or exhaustion is taking over his body.

In spite of his kind and attentive nature, he can be a surprisingly angry person. With his emotions all but kept to himself he can find it easy to slip into a ‘rage’ or a bad mood. Once there he will act purely on the anger and emotion of the moment. Although once he is calm he usually regrets his actions or words he will mostly pretend that it hasn't happened and move on. However if he anticipates the drastic change in emotion he will often simply go off to find his own peace.
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♖ other ♖​
[/div] Strengths
- close combat / armed with his axe or his fists, his years of training show a comfortable prowess on the battlefield.
- stamina / His body already adapted with withstanding the large amounts of swimming and moving underwater, he has built on this using conventional methods of training.
- water / like a second home, he is an incredibly strong and confident swimmer.
Weaknesses
- stealth / he has literally no experience here. He sees no point in sneaking, a fight if fairer and is much quicker.
- emotions / he never confronts his own and has a lot of deep rooted anger, unwillingly he allows these emotions to control his actions.
- impatient / incredibly impatient he grows irritable at waiting anything longer than what he wants.
hobbies
boxing / photography / the stars / surfing
quirks
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♖ history ♖​
[/div] Born in the breath of the spitting sea air, in the village of Ribe, Denmark. His mother, a scholar and a young apprentice in a historical maritime museum. For young Ansgar, there was never a second doubt about the love his family would have for him.

Growing up, he’d been an energetic and unfortunately loud child. Running almost everywhere, climbing where he could and subsequently getting stuck where he climbed. However, even for a boy so young he suffered greatly from the constant noise his ears brought, the thought of somebody touching his skin causing a greater internal flinch.

Even as he grew older, this energy did not subside. But his mother had payed for ways to deal with that. At first it had been kickboxing. Ansgar, throwing his small fists at softened pads for hours until he tired out. But once he’d mustered all of his six year old courage, he’d asked his mother for ballet lessons. She’d quickly accepted.

Surprisingly, the heavy fisted child found a natural talent for grace and agility of ballet. After five years of ballet, he was performing in competitions and shows all around the globe. Shortly after his eleventh birthday, he was performing over in Paris with his troupe, the competition going beyond what they’d expected. Bringing home a trophy for the cabinet of their studio.

Their short week of glory had landed the troupe on the lumpy chairs of an airport gate. The flight delayed by twelve hours, they quickly involved themselves in card games and well meant phone calls.

Yet Ansgar had been met with voicemail, he resigns to the discomfort of his chair, and then to the reckless distance given by the flights. Checking his phone every moment he could use it.

It was once he’d landed that he’d understand the tremor in his stomach, the dread weighing each fingertip. The young boy greeted at the carousel by the large and gentle policemen. Warnings they’d never known they’d given, handing to the seat of their lips. They'd told him it had been arson that had killed his mother. Trapped in her parents shop, she'd had no option, they said.

Even after, he’d felt angry. Angry that she’d hide the truth, that she’d leave him like this. Even that she would lie in the honour of a man that neither Ansgar or his late mother would trust. But upon the discovery of a forgotten chest, made of sun softened driftwood, he found the nature of his parentage. Disbelief on his step-fathers lips as they'd sat alongside each other. Even as it eased into the passing years, the invitation to a camp he’d never heard of ensuring he had a way to looking forward to whatever it was his mothers letter had said he was. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab4 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsfive"] [div class=post] [div class=title]
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♖ Ambitions ♖​
[/div] Wishes to master his powers, honestly he's just sick of all the downsides to his powers.
Wants to graduate from university, whilst not exactly his main priority it would have made his mother proud.
If he was being honest he'd say a family. But he also would never even reach out for this as he's too scared he'll get somebody hurt. [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]
♖ Secrets ♖​
[/div] He performed and trained in ballet up until he was 16.
He's begun questioning a lot about himself.
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♖ Relationships ♖​
[/div] Clara Járnsíða (Mother, deceased)
Silas Jensen (Step-Father)
Kaia Forsberg (Paternal Sibling)
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♖ Death ♖​
[/div] The idea of death excites him, the thought of feasting in Odin's great halls, fighting in Ragnarok is an honour he longs for. But he also wishes for great stories to tell at those feasts, and is not so foolish to waste a life by seeking death. Instead he attempts to fill his days with as much adventure as he pleases. [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]
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[/div] [/div] [div class=title] MIKAEL [/div] [div class=subtitle] SON OF THOR [/div] [/div] [div class=maincontentcolumn] [div class=scrollbox] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsone" style="display: block;"] [div class=post] [div class=image]
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[/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]basic facts[/div] Name: Mikael Siv Alström
Nickname: Sparky (used by close friends only)
Age: 19 years old
Birthday: 14th November
Occupation: Student at Queen's University Belfast
Years at camp: 7 [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]aesthetics[/div] Race: Demigod
Gender: Male
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: Icy grey
Weight: 75kg
Height: 180cm
Body build: Mesomorph, lean muscle but not overly buff [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab1 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentstwo"] [div class=post] [div class=image]
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[/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]godly attributes[/div] Norse parentage: Thor, God of thunder, lightning, storms, oak trees, strength, the protection of mankind, and also hallowing and fertility.
Weapon of choice: A sword called Tempest with a blade length of 38" and a total length of 47". It is a sword soaked in ancient magics and has been specially passed down by the Sons of Thor throughout demigod history (see picture below)

Powers:
Electrokinesis
The ability to create, shape and manipulate electricity

- Unfortunately, it makes electronics near impossible to use (please don't let Mikael anywhere near a microwave again)

- It is not unusual for him to accidentally give people small shocks when he touches them

- It's less effective when confronted with electrical resistant materials

- When in full use, his body is constantly conducting and channelling created electricity, so overextension will leave him feeling sore for days or possibly even some more serious side effects depending on the situation

Enhanced Strength
Whilst demigods are naturally stronger than normal humans, Mikael's godly parentage comes from Thor who is also the god of strength and his prowess is thus multiplied

- Mikael is still susceptible to Newton's Three Laws of Motion

- He tends to break a lot of things without meaning or noticing

- He's constantly worried that he might overuse his strength without meaning to and accidentally hurt someone (again)

- Mikael's enhanced strength does not equal durability. If he attempted to lift something extremely heavy over his head, his bones and joints could potentially snap

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[/div][/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab2 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsthree"] [div class=post] [div class=title]personality[/div] [div class=post] Mikael is a perfect example of the saying “don’t judge a book by its cover.” Based on appearance alone, he sadly suffers from the classic RBF so many people who’ve never met him before feel rather intimidated when approaching him. However, as soon as he starts talking, his charismatic charm makes all those presumptions melt away. People discover that he’s actually extremely easy to get along with due to his laid-back demeanour and witty sense of humour, so it’s no wonder that he has a way of naturally drawing people in and securing solid friendships wherever he goes.

He is very comfortable in his own skin and self-assured so he carries a confident air about him. Despite his sociable disposition, Mikael can very obtuse when it comes to other people’s feelings, not always seeing the obvious even when it’s right in front of him.

Mikael is also a very driven individual when it comes to pursuing his passions and can be extremely headstrong when it comes to his own beliefs and values, determined to defend them no matter what. In these instances, Mikael can come across as rather obstinate, unwilling to bend for the sake of someone else… unless it concerns the people he holds near and dear to his heart, a different matter entirely.

Something that is both a strength and a weakness is Mikael’s loyalty towards his close friends and family, he possesses a desire to help and protect them in any way he can and would gladly throw himself into harm’s way for them. Aside from that, he is often considered to be brash and impulsive which, mixed with his rebellious nature, is just a recipe for trouble. Mikael loves to live life on the edge, having the “live for the moment” kind of mindset, so he pays little consideration to the consequences of his actions and often needs someone to anchor him before he gets too carried away, being notorious for following his every whim.

Mikael completely disregards other people’s expectations of him (“No you bloody well can’t run around with a sheet draped over your head pretending to be a ghost… you’re supposed to be setting an example for the younger campers!”) which is undeniably one of his most frustrating traits. He is also known for having an impatient streak and though whilst not many have seen him reach his boiling point, they swear that it’s the most terrifying thing they’ve ever seen. In other words: don’t push his buttons. [/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]hobbies[/div] - Mikael has an obsession with mythology of any kind particularly Norse
- Likes to exercise, especially when it's in the form of sparring
- Back at home, he likes going on hiking and camping trips
- Cake decorating
- Regular participant of the drama club at Uni [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]quirks[/div] - As a child of Thor, atmokinesis is something that should be well within his abilities. However, Mikael has never felt much connection with the weather, but it’s highly receptive to his emotions and one sure-fire way of knowing when he’s in a bad mood is when it starts storming out of nowhere

- Mikael has the unconscious habit of biting his lip whenever he’s deep in thought

- He either touches the back of his neck or runs his hand through his hair when he’s feeling nervous

- He likes to crack the joints in his fingers when he’s bored

- He's an incessant fidgeter, he’ll always be doing something when sitting down such as drumming his fingers or bouncing his knee

- When Mikael's agitated he starts talking faster with his Irish accent becoming thicker and difficult to understand, so this is a good sign for someone to step in and try to calm him down [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab3 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsfour"] [div class=post] [div class=title]memoire[/div] [div class=image]
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[/div] Annika Alstrom had her entire life planned out for her from the moment she was born. She was expected to take over the family business, marry a Swedish man from a good family and have several children. She grew up with the heavy burden of family expectations weighing down on her shoulders and she hated every second of it. Annika longed for the taste of freedom, longed to follow her passions and go wherever they took her. Against her family’s wishes, she left Sweden to live in Northern Ireland and although she was disowned, she was happy for once in her life.

Delving into the study of meteorology, Annika was making a living for herself and couldn’t have been more satisfied until her life took a drastic turn in a way that she couldn’t have predicted. Who could’ve foreseen that she would’ve been swept off her feet by the Norse God of Thunder, Thor? She had never been so in love before and even though he had to leave her in the end, she was blessed with pregnancy and when their son was born she named him Mikael, which meant “God’s gift.”

Being a single mother had its ups and downs, but Mikael was always cherished, and he grew up in a normal, loving home. As he aged, he noticed the absence of a father figure in his life and when he asked his mother for his father’s identity, she had only smiled and stroked his hair saying that he was a very busy man so he couldn’t see him but he was still loved very much. As simple and as vague as the explanation was, Mikael accepted it, content with his life the way it was despite the strange things that happened as he got older; such as the telephone shortcutting whenever he touched it or the way he woke up with his hair full of static electricity.

However, all things came to a head on his twelfth birthday when they received a letter stating that Mikael was required to attend a camp in Alaska over the upcoming winter. It was then when his mother decided to confess everything, and he learned that he was a demigod, son of Thor from Norse mythology. Saying that it was a lot to take in is an understatement. Pulling the money together, they travelled to Alaska and Camp Winterian Wyrd quickly became his home away from home.

Over the years, Mikael has made forged deep bonds and made irreplaceable friends, ones he knows will stick by him no matter what. He has learnt so much about his lineage and how to have better control over his abilities and every year there is always an unforgettable experience. He can sincerely say that he cherishes the place and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab4 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsfive"] [div class=post] [div class=title].: miscellaneous :.[/div] [div class=img][/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Ambitions & Goals[/div] You would think that someone like Mikael would have big plans for the future, but in fact, his goals are rather simplistic.

1. He wants to graduate from university

2. He wants to master his abilities to minimise the risks of him harming a normal human

3. He wants to live a long and happy life surrounded by the people he cares about [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]secrets[/div] - Mikael has never been in a relationship before

- He's never had his first kiss, something he'd never ever admit

- He got a tattoo without his mother's permission in the form of a quaternary celtic knot. You'd have to ask to see it *wink*

- Mikael's absolutely terrified of spiders [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Relationships[/div] Annika Alström - mother
Thor - father
TBD [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Death[/div] Whilst Mikael isn’t overly concerned about what happens to him after death, he would very much like to be of use in the fight for Ragnarok because he believes it is part of his duty as a demigod [/div] [div class=post] [div class=title]Other[/div] - Mikael is allergic to cats, so he's not particularly fond of them [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab4 above this div![/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=navcolumn][div class="navbutton navbuttonone"]1[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttontwo"]2[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttonthree"]3[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttonfour"]4[/div][div class="navbutton navbuttonfive"]5[/div][/div] [/div] [/div]
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Faceclaim: Levi Miller
Basics
Basic Facts:
? Name: Arvid, son of Royd
? Nickname:
? Age: 1200
? Birthday: Elves live too long to care for such trivialities. Arvid celebrates his birthday on the autumn equinox, which falls on a slightly different day each year.
? Occupation: Student
? Years at camp: Starting today!

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Aesthetics:
?Race: Elf
? Gender: Male
? Hair color: Chestnut brown
? Eye color: Hazel
? Weight: 79 pounds.
? Height: 5 feet exactly
? Body build: Weedy, willowy and boyish.
? Glimmer: A glimmer hides his pointed ears and elven proportions from the mundane world. To the right is his natural appearance. In a few hundred years, he'll look more like an adult, perhaps.

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Godly Attributes:
? Norse parentage: Descendent of the Ljósálfar.
? Powers: Elves are like trees... they just seem to live forever unless something gets in the way.
? Weapon of choice: Arvid favors the elven classic: the short bow. For when violence gets more up close and personal, he wields a long, thin stiletto knife.


Personality:
? Graces and strengths: Arvid is intelligent, resourceful, and has a knack with plants (which is unsurprising for an elf). His sharp senses make him a sharp observer, and his childlike curiosity keeps him full of interesting bits of knowledge. Though he isn't terribly strong, he is fast and moves with coordinated precision. He's an excellent climber and delicate tasks are well suited to his careful dexterity.

Arvid is delightfully honest and straightforward, a trait that blends well with his high energy and observant nature. He seems to have no qualms whatsoever about making sure everyone knows the truth. Elves are all logically inclined... Arvid doesn't even seem to take emotion into the picture (which isn't to say he doesn't have any, just that he doesn't take them into account in his problem solving process).

? Flaws and weaknesses: Oh, Arvid... while some find his awkwardness and precocity endearing, the fact is he can be a stiff and insufferable know-it-all, as well as somewhat judgemental and "behind the times" so to speak. Most of this comes out of being unable to keep up with changing social norms... that tends to happen when you're hundreds of years old. Though this isn't necessarily a "weakness" in the strictest sense of the word, he's always been a bit conflict avoidant. Often because he doesn't realize when he's caused offense, he'll almost always try to back out of a confrontation until forced into it. He seems more than happy to just avoid certain people until they die. Which, I mean, is totally possible, but healthy? Perhaps not.
He's also small, light, and easily overtaken in close combat.
? Hobbies: Plant identification, reading, navigating, climbing trees, archery, fascination with technology of all kinds
? Quirks: Arvid... the poor boy is too quirky for his own good. He always has pockets full of obsolete currency, never wears shoes, writes in ornate calligraphy at all times, and is a ridiculously picky eater.
Memoir:
The elves are a quiet folk, often living their ancient lives in the natural beauty of Álfheim, like seqouia trees through the millennia. Arvid's family, great collectors of knowledge, had developed over this time a more refined life of study than their son ever picked up on.

Arvid was always... something of an impulsive learner. Ravenously seeking out tales of adventure, the strangest and most outlandish creatures of the realm, plants that could kill a dragon with or give breath to a dead man. He had little time for finesse, it seemed. His parents, conscious of their reputation it on strained smiles and resigned themselves to try to guide their child with patience.

The camp, then, was quite literally a godsend in its own way. The boy needed to put his energy to good use, perhaps quell the wanderlust in a more sheltered environment. The last thing the elves needed was to meddle too deeply in the affairs of the unknowing human population. These days they had more difficult relations to mend, and the more the mundane were kept out of it the better. And thus, Arvid begins his first winter with men and dwarves and gods, and the combinations thereof. Will he find a place to shine in his talents, or will social ineptitude be the death of him?

Miscellaneous:
? Ambitions, goals or motivations: Arvid, While he has no long-term goals, is compelled to be the best at whatever is being done, regardless of how trivial it may be. He obsessively expands his knowledge and skills whenever he can, always eager to one-up his cohorts. Really, this all comes down to a deep and somewhat juvenile desire to be validated.
? Secrets: nobody can know that he has a full-blown panic attack every time he's in a moving vehicle other than a ship or bicycle. Cars, trains, and any kind of aircraft are completely out of the question.
Arvid also secretly hates sparring.... again, nobody can know about that, and he swears it's not because he always loses.
? Relation:
? Death: The Ljósálfar all have a resting place in Álfheim.
? Others:
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Callista Rosenbaugh

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Norse Parentage: Daughter of Freyja
Powers: Goodnight Kiss: When she blows a kiss in your direction and you get caught with pink dust, you are now under her spell. This does not mean total control, but instead would be highly suggestive. This can work on either gender, regardless of sexuality, but the tasks would be different based on sexuality. The effects can be as short as a minute to as long as an hour, this depends on how attractive she is to this person. The tasks can not be life threatening in any way nor is it total obedience and it does not go against that person's morals.
-Fiery Passion: Her passion is her biggest weapon, literally. She can turn a lot of her positive energy and passion until it gets so hot, it creates a massive ball of energy and fire. This does a lot of damage but is definitely draining on her. She can't use this ability more than once per day and almost never likes to use it. It takes awhile to recharge (at least 24 hours) and she feels a little sad and negative afterwards (emotions she does not like feeling)
-I know you want me: She can change her appearance, but not to anything she wants. She can't change her height nor structure. She can change hair/eye color, shape of facial features, length of hair, as well as the shape of her body (bigger boobs, smaller butt, etc). She can not keep this form forever though, it usually only lasts up to an hour but a minimum of ten minutes. The idea is the form can appeal more to anyone around her.
Weapon of Choice: Bow and arrow, she likes the 'cupid' aesthetic.
History: Callista grew up with her twin brother and her father in Dallas, Texas. Every since she was born, she felt that she was different, that she was special, and never really felt like she belonged anywhere. That's when she finally asked her dad when she was six what was wrong with her. So he told them--that they were children of Freyja. It was hard to take in at first, but she eventually learned to love it. She was sad that she could never see her mother, but she understood, even at a young age. Things got really exciting and wild for her when she discovered her powers, and the first person she tried to charm was her twin brother. Often, she would get him to do her chores, much to his complaining. Callista got along with him though and they would do everything together. It helped and they had even a stronger bond than most twins, for they were Demigods, unlike most children. Callista loved the city as well as going to the beach. It helped to live there for she would often explore both when bored. Which happened a lot since her father had trouble getting money with him being a single parent in a big city. He wasn't home often since he worked two jobs, but it just got her closer to her twin. Callista confided in her twin a lot, and he was the first to hear about any boy or girl she was crushing on (which happened a lot). When they were twelve, they were offered to go to the camp, but unfortunately their father had fallen ill for an extended period of time. Since his work was limited, Callista did everything she could to help out, even singing on the streets (which got a lot of money because what 12-yr old girl singing isn't cute?). Two years later, they were finally able to go to the camp. There she made a lot of friends, but her two closest are Doran and Olivia. Since going to the camp, she is a bit out of touch with her twin, since she has made a lot of friends and likes to socialize, but still comes to him first for comfort and confidence.
Basic Information:

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Nickname: Cali, Star, or Rose
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 14th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: Student (full time), Barista (part time)
Years at Camp: Five


Physical Apperance:

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Race: Demigod
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair: Blonde at first but now pink
Eyes: Gray/silver
Body build: Hourglass shape


Personality:

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Graces and strengths: Callista is very compassionate about others as well as takes her role as a Demigod very seriously. She is willing to help out almost anyone and can be very charming, even without using any of her abilities. She is naturally a leader, outspoken, and fights for what she feels is right. She tries her best to follow in Freyja's footsteps. She wants to make the world a better place and will fight with honor and love to do so. Her strengths lies within people, she is good at communicating and a quick learner. She gets people and makes a great listener. She is also good with cooking and even though isn't much for fighting, she has a great aim with a bow and arrow. Though she doesn't do so often, she is actually a great singer and dancer too.
Flaws and Weaknesses: When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she is terrible at it. She does not have a lot of physical strength and can also be a bit clumsy. Callista is naive when it comes to dangerous situations or bad people. Though she wants to see the good in everyone, sometimes this doesn't do her that well. When it comes to most physical tasks, this is where she lacks in. She can become rather lazy when it comes to boring mundane tasks if it doesn't have a sense of purpose. Callista has a blind spot when it comes to attractive boys or girls, often getting way over her head. She doesn't have a sense of danger, which can lead her into trouble or sometimes even being killed. Callista can also be a complainer when it comes to things that she doesn't like.
Hobbies: People watching, drawing, going to the beach/lazing in the sun, and most importantly she loves to bake, especially when she can eat the goodies.
Quirks:She often twirls/plays with her hair (and doesn't mind when someone else does it too), chews gum rather obnoxiously but doesn't do so on purpose, and when she is bored she will people watch, often imaging what little task she could have them do for her.


Miscellaneous:

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Ambitions, goals, or motivations: Her motivation is her mother, she wants to make her proud, and do as much good into the world before she passes on. She eventually wants to have a family and pass down her legacy.
Secrets: She doesn't like to tell how many people she has kissed, because she has lost count of them. She has only had one serious relationship before (lasted more than a year) and every guy or girl she has ever dated, had a fling with, or any romantic interest in, she has stopped. As quickly as she falls in love and falls for someone, she just as quickly falls out of love. Has often broken many hearts and easily says yes to a date to anyone that asks. Callista also still has her v-card and wants to save it for someone special but doesn't like to admit it, thinking she would get made fun of.
Relations: Her closest allies and friends (besides her twin brother) at the camp are Doran, Hector and Olivia
Death: She wishes to be brought into FolkVang (hall of Freyja) and will do anything to make this possible
Other: She has several ear piercings and her belly button is pierced


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No coding:
Basic Facts:
Name: Callista Rosenbaugh (name means beautiful)
Nickname: Cali, Star, or Rose
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Birthday: July 14th
Occupation: Full Time Student, Part Time Barista
Years at camp: Five years

Aesthetics:
Race: Demigod
Gender: Female
Hair color: Blonde, but now is pink
Eye color: Silver/gray
Weight: 135 lbs
Height: 5'2"
Body build: Hourglass

Godly Attributes:
Norse parentage: Daughter of Freyja
Powers:
Goodnight Kiss: When she blows a kiss in your direction and you get caught with pink dust, you are now under her spell. This does not mean total control, but instead would be highly suggestive. This can work on either gender, regardless of sexuality, but the tasks would be different based on sexuality. The effects can be as short as a minute to as long as an hour, this depends on how attractive she is to this person. The tasks can not be life threatening in any way nor is it total obedience and it does not go against that person's morals.
-Fiery Passion: Her passion is her biggest weapon, literally. She can turn a lot of her positive energy and passion until it gets so hot, it creates a massive ball of energy and fire. This does a lot of damage but is definitely draining on her. She can't use this ability more than once per day and almost never likes to use it. It takes awhile to recharge (at least 24 hours) and she feels a little sad and negative afterwards (emotions she does not like feeling)
-I know you want me: She can change her appearance, but not to anything she wants. She can't change her height nor structure. She can change hair/eye color, shape of facial features, length of hair, as well as the shape of her body (bigger boobs, smaller butt, etc). She can not keep this form forever though, it usually only lasts up to an hour but a minimum of ten minutes. The idea is the form can appeal more to anyone around her.
Weapon of choice: A bow and arrow

Personality:
Graces and strengths: Callista is very compassionate about others as well as takes her role as a Demigod very seriously. She is willing to help out almost anyone and can be very charming, even without using any of her abilities. She is naturally a leader, outspoken, and fights for what she feels is right. She tries her best to follow in Freyja's footsteps. She wants to make the world a better place and will fight with honor and love to do so. Her strengths lies within people, she is good at communicating and a quick learner. She gets people and makes a great listener. She is also good with cooking and even though isn't much for fighting, she has a great aim with a bow and arrow. Though she doesn't do so often, she is actually a great singer and dancer too.
Flaws and weaknesses: When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she is terrible at it. She does not have a lot of physical strength and can also be a bit clumsy. Callista is naive when it comes to dangerous situations or bad people. Though she wants to see the good in everyone, sometimes this doesn't do her that well. When it comes to most physical tasks, this is where she lacks in. She can become rather lazy when it comes to boring mundane tasks if it doesn't have a sense of purpose. Callista has a blind spot when it comes to attractive boys or girls, often getting way over her head. She doesn't have a sense of danger, which can lead her into trouble or sometimes even being killed. Callista can also be a complainer when it comes to things that she doesn't like.
Hobbies: People watching, drawing, going to the beach/lazing in the sun, and most importantly she loves to bake, especially when she can eat the goodies.
Quirks: She often twirls/plays with her hair (and doesn't mind when someone else does it too), chews gum rather obnoxiously but doesn't do so on purpose, and when she is bored she will people watch, often imaging what little task she could have them do for her.

Memoire: Callista grew up with her twin brother and her father in Dallas, Texas. Every since she was born, she felt that she was different, that she was special, and never really felt like she belonged anywhere. That's when she finally asked her dad when she was six what was wrong with her. So he told them--that they were children of Freyja. It was hard to take in at first, but she eventually learned to love it. She was sad that she could never see her mother, but she understood, even at a young age. Things got really exciting and wild for her when she discovered her powers, and the first person she tried to charm was her twin brother. Often, she would get him to do her chores, much to his complaining. Callista got along with him though and they would do everything together. It helped and they had even a stronger bond than most twins, for they were Demigods, unlike most children. Callista loved the city as well as going to the beach. It helped to live there for she would often explore both when bored. Which happened a lot since her father had trouble getting money with him being a single parent in a big city. He wasn't home often since he worked two jobs, but it just got her closer to her twin. Callista confided in her twin a lot, and he was the first to hear about any boy or girl she was crushing on (which happened a lot). When they were twelve, they were offered to go to the camp, but unfortunately their father had fallen ill for an extended period of time. Since his work was limited, Callista did everything she could to help out, even singing on the streets (which got a lot of money because what 12-yr old girl singing isn't cute?). Two years later, they were finally able to go to the camp. There she made a lot of friends, but her closest are Doran, Hector and Olivia. Since going to the camp, she is a bit out of touch with her twin, since she has made a lot of friends and likes to socialize, but still comes to him first for comfort and confidence.

Miscellaneous:
Ambitions, goals or motivations: Her motivation is her mother, she wants to make her proud, and do as much good into the world before she passes on. She eventually wants to have a family and pass down her legacy.
Secrets: She doesn't like to tell how many people she has kissed, because she has lost count of them. She has only had one serious relationship before (lasted more than a year) and every guy or girl she has ever dated, had a fling with, or any romantic interest in, she has stopped. As quickly as she falls in love and falls for someone, she just as quickly falls out of love. Has often broken many hearts and easily says yes to a date to anyone that asks. Callista also still has her v-card and wants to save it for someone special but doesn't like to admit it, thinking she would get made fun of.
Relations: Her closest allies and friends (besides her twin brother) at the camp are Doran, Hector and Olivia
Death: She wishes to be brought into FolkVang (hall of Freyja) and will do anything to make this possible
Other: She has several ear piercings and her belly button is pierced
 
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    name ⸰ mia ragnhild reyes
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ ragnhild coming from regin; advice/counsel and hildr; battle. [div class=gap][/div]pronounced ran-hild
    nickname ⸰
    age ⸰ nineteen
    birthday ⸰ october 19th
    occupation ⸰ valkyrie-in-training
    years at camp ⸰ five years

    race ⸰ demi-god
    gender ⸰ female
    hair color ⸰
    eye color ⸰ hazel, speckled with brown and green hues.
    weight ⸰
    height ⸰ 5'7"
    body build ⸰ skinny and curvy, but surprisingly well-built

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    norse parentage ⸰ baldr, god of light, spring, peace and joy

    powers ⸰
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ photokinetic constructs - mia has the ability to manipulate light, and soldify it to create constructs. her strongest ability is to create shields and forcefields from light, which can block magical or physical attacks, though she is also capable of creating virtually anything.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ emotional empowerment - when people around mia are at peace, or happy, she becomes more powerful. from their happiness she draws strength. however, when around people who are extremely sad or angry, her power and strength can be weakened.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ precognition - mia will occasionally get visions of the possible future, typically of negative events. it happens more often in her sleep, but can happen whilst she is conscious. after the visions, she has an extremely painful migraine.

    weapon of choice ⸰
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ mia prefers close quarter combat, especially pure hand-to-hand combat. but she uses a kusarigama, and a short sword due to her valkyrie training. mia also carries around a butterfly knife, something she is extremely skilled in due to practicing and mucking around with one since she could walk.

    graces and strengths ⸰
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ determined; once mia is dedicated to a cause, nothing can make her waver from that path. no matter how many times she falls, she will get back up and try again tirelessly until she is successful.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ optimistic; even in the face of evil or a limited chance of survival, mia will find a way to look on the bright side. she's been known to be able to get people out of a grumpy mood by opening them to the possibilities.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ charismatic; mia has a natural charm to her. she easily makes friends, and seems to never be at a loss for words or in an awkward conversation.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ sharp-witted; mia's intelligence and discernment has been known to get her out of sticky situations when combined with her quick thinking.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ independent; mia is known to not want to rely on others, and to be talented at working on her own. whilst this trait is positive, it also means mia struggles sometimes when working together with her fellow valkyries in training.

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    [div class=gap][/div]↳ inferiority complex; mia simply views others as more important that herself - she will gladly put her life at risk to save someone else, but her low levels of self-esteem can put her in dangerous positions.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ overly emotional; small things will set mia off. a sad movie will certainly make her cry, and she can get easily excited. but she doesn't always express all of these emotions.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ reserved; even if her emotions and attachment to people is about to kill her, mia has a tendency to never show it, as though to appear strong for others. and also because she fears emotions and love more than anything.
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ naive; despite all she's been through, mia is naive to much of the evil in the world. she is too trusting and doesn't question people's motives enough.

    hobbies ⸰
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    quirks ⸰
    [div class=gap][/div]↳ when thinking she will pull out her butterfly knife and perform tricks absentmindedly with it
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    memoire ⸰
    the filipina woman grew up in the phillipines, before, in her early twenties moving to sweden. her life had never felt more right, until she melt baldur. the times he was away, she felt so incredibly empty, as though he'd carved a hole only he could fill. he chose her, but of course his light could not shine on her life forever, eventually the man she loved had to leave. and how was anyone supposed to top, let alone match a god? it didn't seem to matter, as all ---- needed was right with her. she discovered she was pregnant with mia, which was enough of baldur's light that would forever be in her life.

    nine months passed, and mia ragnhild reyes was born. she was unlike any other, mia only cried for a moment, and then the baby was laughing, gleefully, causing grins of joy to plaster the face of everyone in the room. but no one's smile was bigger than ----'s. she could see baldur in her daughter, deceptively hidden deep within her seemingly brown eyes, and she perfectly fit the hole baldur had painfully carved into ---'s heart.

    being a single mother, --- worked tirelessly to raise her daughter in a comfortable environment and a privileged life. but mia, having her heritage, did not meet the standards seemingly set within society. she suffered bullying due to her looks, and was made to feel as though she didn't matter, something she has unfortunately carried with her.

    it seemed that the bullying was a smaller problem in comparison to the monster attacks. mia's mother did her best to protect the small girl, but alas as the ten year old was walking home from school one day, a monster found her and began chasing her. the only device she had to help her was the butterfly knife given to her by her mom, to always have a piece of her heritage with her. mia didn't know who exactly to ask, but she prayed for strength and courage to survive.

    mia proved herself to agile, adept and determined, even as a meek ten year old girl. upon surviving, mia was finally told about the truth of her father - he wasn't a man who had died saving a family from a fire. now, the explanation seemed ridiculous and cliche to mia, but then, it meant everything to her. so finding out she was born to a god, who simply didn't have time for her hurt. either way, it wasn't long after that she was approached and asked if she wished to become a valkyrie. and despite her mother's wishes, mia agreed. if you asked her then and now, you'd discover her reasons for wanting to be a valkyrie were different, but she didn't love the idea any less.

    ambitions ⸰
    secrets ⸰
    death ⸰
    other ⸰ .

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oh, heck, thats a flying horse. sweet.
the basics
name and etc.
Avery Öberg, Ava
age
Eighteen
occupa.
Valkyrie-in-Training
date of birth
October
7th
Time At camp
Five Years
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wip quote idk
aesthetics
race | demigod.​
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gender | female.​
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hair | dark brown, hanging low past her back. she usually has her hair tied in a braided ponytail.​
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eyes | pale green.​
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weight | 125bs​
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height | 5'7"​
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body | toned due to valkyrie training, yet still a bit lanky.​
gods & persona
|| godly attributes ||​
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norse parentage | loki, god of fire and magic.​
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powers | allspeak: a trait passed down by her father, avery has the ability to understand any language thrown at her. whether it be a dwarf or elf, or even a giant flying whale, there are no language barriers when it comes between the demigod and communication. this has helped her many times with reasoning and diplomacy, though she hasn't been shy in using it to fool or eavesdrop in the past. this is the one talent that she's naturally adept in and doesn't require any training.​
decoy creation: ( limited ) avery can, for a very short period of time, create a false duplicate of herself that distracts enemies or allies. so far, she can only manage to create one at a time. the clone will only last a few minutes, and the acting is sub par at best. oh well, at least she can run away if the situation becomes dire. and make plenty of naruto jokes.​
pyrokinesis: ( highly limited ) her greatest strength is also her biggest downfall. avery can, barely, control flames. whenever she tries, the element seems to go in all directions and cause more damage then actual help. it's certainly frustrating for the demigod, but she hopes that camp will help her to eventually master her skill.​
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weapon of choice | a collapsible rod. though, due to her training, she's more often seen with a sword.​
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|| personality ||​
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graces and strengths |​
self-disciplined - avery herself sees this as her biggest strength. she's very self driven, along with being self reliant and a hard worker. she is aware of her limits and her strengths, and trains herself according to​
loyal - avery adores her friends and companions, her trust rooted deep in every single camper she's trained with. she wouldn't give them up for anything, not even for some fucking turkish delight grand title or honor.​
forgiving - the last thing avery would want is to be stuck in a petty fight for hours on end. thanks to her sister and her antics, avery has grown to become very patient with reckless behavior and poor choices.​
allocentric - avery is the last person in the world who would accept an award on stage. she hates the spotlight, and instead pushes compliments and graces onto other campers.​
cooperative - the daughter of loki loves teamwork. she's grown to appreciate it during her training and time in camp, and believes that working as a team will yield the best results. for her, cooperation is key. she will listen to anyone who has a good plan and follow through with them until it's completed.​
practical - avery's personal motto would probably be 'work smarter, not harder.' her quick thinking has helped her solved many problems in the past.​
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flaws and weaknesses | ​
clumsy - avery isn't very graceful on her feet. it wont be difficult to find her stumbling and falling onto the ground after a few hours of training.​
ironically horrible at lying - the poor girl finds herself having a hard time keeping the truth from others, even if it gets her into trouble. it's not like she feels bad for lying- she just tends to panic whenever someone confronts her and asks her questions. it's truly a mystery, one that her sister refuses to stop mentioning whenever they bicker.​
nervous - avery wouldn't call it paranoia, per say. she's just highly concerned for everyone's safety. luckily for her, avery is far from a nervous wreck during any dangerous situations.​
forgetful - things seem to be misplaced a lot more often when avery is around. she'd forgot her horse if she was lost in thought.​
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hobbies | cleaning, training, dancing, napping, lying on the grass contemplating her existence, whistling.​
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quirks | fiddles with her braid, sneezes when nervous, squints a lot, has a slight lisp due to her swedish accent, often found talking to inanimate objects, only actually curses when she's serious.​
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MEMOIRE |​
Avery Öberg, for a demigod, wasn't born into the most exciting life.​
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Stockholm, Sweden wasn't the grand city of Scandinavia everyone praised about. For Avery, it was simply her hometown. An expensive, overpriced, crowded hometown, but a beautiful one nonetheless. Raised by a single and loving mother, the Öberg family of two swore by a humble life of hard work and simplicity. Avery went to school during her early years of childhood, and her mother would juggle work and law school while the two cramped themselves in a small studio in the middle of the city- It was a decidedly normal life for two decidedly normal people. It was clear for anyone that Avery's mother, Agnes, loved and cared for her daughter very much. They were always there for each other, never separated for a long period of time. They held the family's name with pride and joy.​
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But no matter the circumstance, one question always lingered in the air: where was Avery's father?​
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During Avery's youth, Agnes was quiet about her past love affairs. Avery soon found out, during a brief eavesdropping session with Agnes and her friend, that Agnes' didn't even know who Avery's father could be. Avery was a smart kid- she knew her mother was ashamed of a past life that resulted in her child without a father figure. Avery had figured by that point that her mothers devotion was more than enough for their small household, and vowed to assure her mother that she was loved and appreciated for her hard work. Their relationship only strengthened during her growing years, and Agnes soon graduated with her law degree as Avery excelled in her early education.​
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Things decidedly changed the moment Avery fully grasped the complications of human communication. She was only six, just moving on from preschool, when her and her mother were walking through the streets of Stockholm during a busy season of the holidays. A man was sitting by a bridge, chatting loudly in Russian with another beside him, and Avery stood there with wide eyes as she took in the conversation with ease. It was an argument of politics, something Avery didn't fully understand, but disdain in the tone of their voices as they talked about a particular power figure was enough to make an assumption.​
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"ваш лидер не похож на хорошего человека." Avery had blurted out in flawless Russian, much to the shock of her mother and the two men, "Кто он такой?"​
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Agnes had dragged her daughter home right after that incident, flooding Avery with questions. Who taught you Russian? How did you understand those men? What did you even say?​
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Avery had simply shrugged, told her mother than it just flew out of her mouth. To her mothers frustration, she realized exactly who Avery's father was at that moment.​
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After that turn of events, Agnes had sat her daughter down and explained to her the complications of her heritage. She told her daughter that she would go into detail in the future, when Ava was older- when she could understand the unique situation she was in. Ava agreed, keeping quiet about her special talent well into her later years of school.​
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Ava turned eleven, Agnes established herself as one of the most respected lawyers in Stockholm.​
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Ava turned twelve. She had noticed a man with dark, slicked back hair watching her one day during a violin concert. She mentioned it to her mother, she mother seemed both shocked and confused by this news.​
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Ava, now thirteen, grew to be a devoted student and kind friend. She took her mothers word to heart, looking for every opportunity to be an optimist and gaining many friends along the way. Ava, to many of her peers, was a popular kid. She hated that term, hated the title, even as her friend group grew and her status at her school strengthened. She didn't want the attention focused on her, even as a growing teenage girl. She only wanted to keep her grades high and her opportunities open so she could make her mother proud. To follow in her footsteps, graduate and study in one of the most prestigious law schools Sweden had to offer. It didn't matter if she could understand that Taiwanese exchange student perfectly, it didn't matter that her hand didn't burn when her marshmallow stick caught on fire during a camping trip, she just ignored it and continued on with her studies.​
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"Your father," Agnes had brought up one day after picking her daughter up from school. She had looked nervous, fiddling with the steering wheel. Her new job had granted her a nice, new car. "He cares for you, you know? He cares a lot. And I think he wants you to do something other then sink your time into school work and grades."​
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Avery was, albeit, very shocked by this answer. Quit school? As in, waste all of her hard work and quit her education? No, no way. She didn't even know her father at all, who cared if he was- was a god? That didn't mean she had to drop everything and be one herself. What would she even do?​
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Then her mother mentioned the camp.​
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A camp for people like her, filled with students who shared similar talents and lives. It would only be for a short time, her mother had urged.​
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Avery reluctantly agreed.​
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It was the start of winter when Avery found herself boarding a plane and flying to the rural state of Alaska. As she followed a counselor to the camp only an hour after she arrived, Avery found that she quiet enjoyed the drastic change of scenery and large trees replacing the grand architecture of Stockholm. The camp itself was welcoming, even relaxing. It was nice to take a break from rigorous classes and focus on the outdoors.​
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Fitting into the camp had been quite a challenge. For one, many had pointed out that they hadn't even realized Avery was a child of Loki. Avery was the odd one out in the family, as their father was infamous for his parties and tricks. She was, what they called, normal. ​
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It wasn't until more and more people befriended Avery that she decided to stay for the rest of the winter. Most of the campers were kind, making Avery feel welcomed in the small and mystical community. Malia and Eirawen left the biggest impressions on the young girl, Avery befriending the two sisters almost immediately after they offered her a seat during a bonfire session. There, Avery had questions to ask, and the sisters answered. They dove into the history of the place, talked about the gods and the different races, explained how the goal of this camp was to help demigods control their powers. Avery got excited, wondering if she had any powers herself that would be useful. She was told she would have to wait and see.​
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A short time passed, and Avery grew closer to the campers and staff. Though, her powers had still yet been discovered.​
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Little to say, Avery was frustrated. Why had her father led her to this fate? She could be back in Stockholm, studying up on all the different laws and court systems the city had to offer. This magical camp didn't need help from someone who's only special talent was to translate arguments between the elves and dwarves.​
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A week passed, and a small hiking trip resulted in Avery accidentally saved her friends by blasting a wall of fire at a pack of aggressive wolves.​
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Little to say, it wasn't a shock to anyone when a Valkyrie showed up at her cabin soon after.​
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Avery was hesitant at first. The idea of being Valkyrie was grand, something only those unaware of this life dreamed about. Yet there she was, being offered the opportunity to train with one of the most strongest and braved warriors Odin had to offer. The problem was, she had a life back in Stockholm, a mother waiting for her, a girl she had been crushing on for the past year or so. She couldn't just drop all of this and possibly get herself killed in the process. She couldn't probably even study law up there, anyway.​
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However, she changed her mind the moment she actually saw the Valkyrie in action. There was no way she was going to miss out on that bad-assery.​
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Avery contacted her mother and decided to stay, accepting the Valkyrie's offer and starting her training the moment camp ended for the wintertime. She absolutely loved everything about it. From the training, the Valkyrie, her sisters- it seemed like it was everything she missed while she was in Sweden. The training came almost naturally, while her powers were still a struggle at the start. Eventually, everything began to settle in for Avery.​
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Five years passed, and the demigod thrived in her training and friendship. Her relationship grew stronger, especially with her valkyrie sisters, and her connection with her father seemed to strengthen every passing year. While she still isn't considered a jokester to any of her friends, they mention that they can see the resemblance.​
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And every winter she still attends camp Winterian, sharing her stories and jokes with any newcomers in order to make them feel welcomed.​
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ambitions | "I just... I know this sounds cheesy, but I guess I want to do good in this world. I want to embrace my heritage, and help those who fight the good fight. Those who fall protecting their people deserve entrance to the gates of Valhalla, and I see it as an honor for me to guide them there. My biggest drive is to be of use with the gifts I am granted by my father before me."​
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secrets | "I don't really... have any? Secrets are tiring, they keep you up at night. I like waking up in the morning with a clear conscious, thank you very much. That, and it's hard to keep secrets during Valkyrie training. Better to rip the band-aid then and there, I guess."​
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relation |​
Agnes Öberg / mother / alive​
Malia Avidsson / friend​
Valkyrie Sisters / wip​
Joy Kingston / friend​
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death | "Oh, boy. I hope I get sent to Valhalla when I die. It would be awkward if that didn't happen. Other then that, I don't really fear death. I think I know where I'm going, it's just a matter of time. Either way, it's an honor to serve Odin."​
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others | "Did I mention that I like girls? Because I really like girls. A little too much, actually. That is not the reason I joined the Valkyrie though."​
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TO SAFER GROUNDS
GO ROW THE BOAT

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THERE IS NOWHERE
FOR YOU TO HIDE
THE HUNTERS MOON IS SHINNING
Personality:
? Flaws and Weaknesses- The first word that would pop into peoples heads whilst describing Kaia would be reckless though most would view describing her as
reckless would be an understatement, Kaia has a pretty low sense of impulse control and tends to allow her feelings to cloud her judgement which had resulted in quite a few fights and arguments over the years. And her stubborn nature means she rarely will admit that she was wrong or apologize, unless forced to, even if she wants to. She has quite a bleak, skeptical view of the world and tends to be paranoid about those and the world around her. If she thought about why she'd probably blame her Mother and the fact that she lied to her for most of her life as the source of her trust issues, though growing up thinking she had been abandoned by her Father didn't help much either. It also lead to an inferiority complex Kaia thinks that compared to those around her she just isn't as good or important so she tends to overcompensate for that by trying to be the best at everything and prove that she's just as good as everyone else. Which is why she's so competitive and seems incapable of turning down a challenge or a chance to prove that she's better than someone else, a quality that has been known to annoy others or drive them away. Kaia can also be hypocritical damning others for keeping secrets whilst keeping some herself, she blunt with others which can sometimes mean people view her as an honest person but she isn't against lying or playing dirty if she has to.

? Graces and Strengths: Kaia is loyal to a fault and cares about those around her, even if she isn't always the best at showing it, if something is wrong with someone she cares about she'll want to fix it whether by offering some advice or threatening the source of their problem and she's been known to resort to dark humor to cheer people up. She usually has a good sense of humor and is fine with being the center of attention, good or bad. Kaia is also determined and will complete anything she really sets her mind to, no matter how strange or hard it may be, this also shows others her resourceful side and her creativity as Kaia is good at thinking outside of the box and coming up with alternative solutions for things. When she was younger she didn't always have much money so she had to learn how to make do with what she had and turn it into something better.


? Hobbies:
Hunting, swimming/diving (she likes to see how deep she can get before she needs to get back up for air and test how long she can hold her breath for,) sparring.

? Quirks:
If she has an object in her hand she'll usually start to play with it, twirling it about in her hand or throwing it up into the air and catching it.


Memoire:
Kaia was born as the only child of a German cocktail waitress, she grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere and was raised solely by her Mother. As she got older she started to notice a key difference between her and most of her friends, they had two parents whilst she only had once. She was four when she started asking questions about her Father and who he was, her Mother would never reply or if she did it would be a plead for Kaia to drop the subject or a lecture about how she was too young to understand.

Kaia may have been a child but she wasn't blind nor deaf, she could hear the people of their town whispering about her Mother. The people of the town constantly gossiped about her parentage, about her Father, they were always gossiping and sharing their theories about who her Father was.

It seemed that living in a small town meant they had nothing better to do.

As a child she'd wanted to run over to the people and scream at them to shut up, even if she had her own questions and theories it didn't mean she wanted to hear everyone else's ideas about her parentage. It was none of their business.
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It had been a piece of paper, in the end, that caused Kaia to find out the truth. Not her Mother finally breaking the vow of silence she had taken regarding her Father. A small crumpled letter that had been tossed into the bin.

It had been a letter of invitation, to a camp, for demigods.

A letter that was two years old.

At first she thought that it had been a joke.

Then everything seemed to make sense, the strange things that had kept happening to her and the nagging feeling that she didn't belong.
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Kaia hadn't been able to forgive her Mother for trying to hide the truth from her and for lying to her, she'd been scared she was going crazy and had had to deal with the idea that her Father had abandoned her for years.

Finally she had the answers she had been looking for for years and she knew the truth.

Then when she found out she'd missed two years of whatever this camp was, missed out on two years of knowing who and what she was, she lost it.

She screamed and cried and argued with her Mother for what felt like hours before storming off with the intention of finding the camp.


Miscellaneous:
? Ambitions, goals or motivations:
Kaia's biggest goal is to understand who she is as at times it feels like a duel identity; Kaia the teenager and Kaia the demigod and she struggles with balancing the two parts of herself. A part of her just wants to live up to her Father's name, be the perfect demigod and become a Valkyrie (though that is both out of a desire to be one and so that she can use it to prove to her Mother that she belongs in the world her Mother tried to hide her from.)

? Secrets:
She hasn't spoken to her Mother since she joined the camp.

? Relation:
TBA

? Death:
Kaia doesn't know for certain but she hopes that she would be accepted into Valhalla if the time came.

? Others:
Her Hogwarts house is, to her surprise, Gryffindor.
She once tried feeding Dory peanut butter but the whale didn't seem to take to the taste.
Despite who her Father is Kaia isn't incredibly fond of the ocean or deep water, it's growing on her but she never quite feels safe whenever she gets in deeper than her head as she hates the feeling of being trapped and unable to breathe. It's times like that when she wishes that she'd been gifted with the ability to breathe underwater.

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BUT DON'T YOU KNOW,

? Name:
Kaia Forsberg

? Nickname:
Kai, Fia though most call her Kaia

? Age:
17

? Birthday:
28th October

? Occupation:
She spends all year at the camp, so full time camper and Valkyrie in training.

? Years at camp:
Three years.
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WE'RE STRONGER NOW

?Race:
Demigod

? Gender:
Cisgender - Female

? Hair color:
Brunette

? Eye color:
Brown

? Weight:
6.10 stone

? Height:
5"0

? Body build:
Slim, Athletic

Godly Attributes:
? Norse parentage:
Daughter of Njord.

? Powers:
Aerokinetic Constructs - Kaia has the ability to create platforms and objects, she can only build things she can picture in her head and it takes a lot of concentration to keep the object stable enough to use. The biggest thing she's managed so far is a sword and that only lasted for twenty minutes. (Good for use during battles/fights but she can only use it for small amounts of time at a time)

Air Manipulation - Specifically the ability to move things by generating wind from a distance, it takes a lot of mental and physical effort so she can only do it for short amounts of time and the larger the object the bigger the physical toll. It's easiest with things she'd be able to move herself if she was close enough to them.

Aquatic Communication - Kaia can talk to any aquatic animal though she struggles understanding certain creatures, she finds fish easier to understand as they're more focused whilst talking to a dolphin is near impossible and is what she would imagine talking to a hyperactive puppy would be like, especially since they're basically focused on being given food. She has tried talking to sea-fish and crabs but has had mixed luck with it. She tends to stick to fish as they're easiest to communicate with.

? Weapon of choice:
Knives are what she's best with, being able to use them at both short and long distances. (She spent two years learning how to throw them accurately after getting into an argument with an older camp member and having a knife thrown at her, desperate to be better than that person she taught herself how to throw them.)

Axes, she enjoys the powerful feeling using an axe gives her although she tends to only use it whilst hunting or when showing off.

Short-swords and long-swords, as these are one of the most common weapons at the camp she is able to fight with them even if she hasn't mastered the skill and struggles to fight with them for long periods of time.
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Basic Facts:
? Name: Hithar Kaztin
? Nickname:
? Age: 16
? Birthday: May 21st
? Occupation: Student
? Years at camp: 3

Aesthetics:
Race: Demigod
? Gender: Male
? Hair color: Light Brown
? Eye color: Light Blue
? Weight: 111
? Height: 5'3
? Body build: Lithe
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Godly Attributes:
? Norse parentage: Hoth
? Powers: - Limits Coming Soon-
Dark Wisp: Is able to conceal themselves as a black colored will o wisp and move at incredible speeds in the dark.
Animated Shadow Creation : Can use a persons shadow to create silhouette figures that can do whatever he wants.
Dark Ball: Can solidify the darkness around him in the form of a ball to either camouflage himself or protect himself or even release the ball to throw back anyone thats near him
Personality:
? Graces and strengths: Agile, Acrobatic, Climbing, Melee Weapons Combat and Stealth
? Flaws and weaknesses: Not very strong, trusting, forgetful and naive
? Hobbies: Tree Climbing, Hanging Upside Down, Tricking Others and Chess
? Quirks: Usually refuses to make eye contact when he did something wrong.

Memoire:
[Is your childhood fun? traumatic? filled with drama? Or worse, nothing remotely stimulating happened? Feel free to rant list it out. Believe it or not, we still want to know about it.]

Miscellaneous:
? Ambitions, goals or motivations: Just to be with his twin brother for life and through death.
? Secrets:
? Relation: Syrna Kaztin - Has deep admiration for his twin brother and looks up to him.
? Death: [Are you worthy of being picked by Odin and her Valkyries to enter Valhalla and feast while waiting to fight for Ragnarok? If yes, why? If not, then where do you want to go when you die in this realm and why?]
? Others: [anything we missed out? Add it up! ]
 
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FULL NAME. caelan rosenbaugh
NICKNAMES.
caitlin - a rare occurrence to be called this now, however when he was younger the others kids would tease him with the name ‘caitlin’ due to it sounding similar to his, but more feminine. this particular nickname led caelan to majorly dislike his name.
cael - once a blue moon he’s called this, which he doesn’t mind, aside from the fact that it reminds him of the vegetable kale.
AGE. nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH. july 14th, 1999
OCCUPATION. full student
YEARS AT CAMP. five years

RACE. demigod
HAIR COLOR. blonde
EYE COLOR. blue
WEIGHT. 180lbs / 81kg
HEIGHT. 6'4 / 194cm
BODY BUILD. slender
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NORSE PARENTAGE. freya
POWERS.
enhanced memory: caelan as an exceptional memory that causes him to remember great detail of what he’s witnessed and heard throughout his lifetime. he can often describe a random setting he was in just a couple years ago in perfect memory. however, if he remembers too far in the past, or remembers memories with too many details he’s prone to a headache. he is completely unable to forget, therefore causing him to be a bit vindictive. another limitation is that when reliving memories, he can feel the emotions he may have felt in the memory and that can cause a great deal of discomfort and stress when remembering something rather painful. shapeshifting: the ability to transform and reshape the form of your body; caelan s able to become a different species in a matter of seconds and use it to an advantage during fighting. however, with such a power comes its limitations. caelan is unable to turn himself into any form of weapons or machines and is limited to organic lifeforms. his time being a certain species also varies especially due to his experience; the bigger the animal the more it drains him. along with that, shapeshifting can also be a painful experience for him; the smaller the animal the less pain he feels. another limitation is that at times he has no control over his transformation, however caelan randomly shapeshifting into various animals has lessened over the years as he’s grown to control it. the last limitation is by far the worse, which is the fact that clothes are destroyed during the process of transforming.
WEAPON OF CHOICE. dependent on his ability to shapeshift, calem uses himself as a weapon, however if forced to choose something other than himself he’d say a sword.

PERSONALITY.
the son of freya; caelan’s a stark contrast to his mother who’s proud and loud—a bit more reserved, he isn’t one to revel in the flirtatious advances of others, or make moves on others like his mother. he’s shy kisses on the cheeks, stars twinkling within your eyes on a summer night, and the sunlight entering your blinds in the morning.

having a rather timid nature, caelan sticks to the sidewalks with his head hung low, away from the incoming traffic of socialization. with his towering stature, the faint-hearted are quick to stray from him due to his intimidating appearance, however upon witnessing his gentle mannerism and soft-speaking voice their thoughts are quick to vanish.

being so calm and passive, caelan finds it easy to adapt to all situations. he’s always been more of a follower than a leader, and is able to simply find another way as he believes that there’s always another way. with that being said, caelan is an hard-worker. he enjoys the feeling of being complimented after working on something that drained you of your willpower. especially with his lack of confidence, caelan’s insecurities tend to get in the way of a lot things as he’s always worried about what everyone else may think—therefore he sticks to the sides, scared of the judgement from others.

caelan’s extensive memory has caused him to grow cynical over the years. his gentle nature led to him falling into the sticky web of the manipulators; he was too gullible, and held too much faith that everyone was good in the past. now, he struggles with trusting others, scared that he’ll end up with a knife in his back at the end. he believes that everyone who wishes to befriend him simply want something from him, and though there are a few of his friends that show otherwise, there’s always the voice in the back of his head.

despite his shyness, caelan is quite nice—a little hesitant when conversing with others, he’ll eventually warm up to you and grow more comfortable within your company. he’s not completely closed off due to his experiences and still desires for friendships. in fact once he’s comfortable, you’ll practically forget that he was fiddling with his fingers out of nervousness; partaking in jokes, and laughing at the most outrageous things. it’s also safe to note that caelan is easily-flustered, any simple teasing or just staring at him for too long can cause a sudden influx of red blossoming upon his cheeks.

caelan lacks the boldness most demigods possess, and instead of exhibiting what he desires, he simply thinks of all the outcomes that’ll happen if he did such a thing. it’s not uncommon for him to stray away from his action, and be stuck in his thoughts as he’s a definite over-thinker. something as simple as glancing at him for too long, or looking at him differently can cause an uproar of thoughts in his brain; it’s cogs are constantly moving, just thinking and wondering at all times

having a little bit of a pessimist streak, caelan’s overthinking and insecurities tends to plague all thoughts of happy outcomes, and all he can think about is the bad. anytime that something goes bad, caelan’s always thinking of the worst, and never if something goes well. it’s not that he has no faith or hope in his life, he simply just can't help it that his brain seems to always go south.
HOBBIES. volunteering for animal shelters, running/track, seashell collecting.
QUIRKS. repeatedly smooths the sides of his hair when angry, digs his nails into his palms when nervous, never raises his voice.
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MEMOIRE
I.
franco rosenbaugh was a relatively normal guy. hailing from america, more specifically; dallas, texas. his life was never particularly exciting, he had normal hobbies, a couple friends, and a simple office job. franco was just a blurred out face in the crowds, yet she still picked him. she chose him, when she could have practically anyone with a snap of a finger. her name was freya; a norse goddess he later learned.

franco met her during a planned trip to finland. he saved up money over the course of a few years in hopes of being able to get outside the country at least once, and it was definitely worth it. if asked how his meetings with freya were like he’d describe them as exciting and fulfilling. she made his once black & white world filled with color, and gave him that excitement that he lacked. showing him that their was more to life than what he’d been doing, and for once in his life he felt as if he was on top of the world. he was on a high truly, but those who fly to the top are quick to come hurtling down to the bottom.

the day franco fell was the day his trip ended—ripped away from freya and forced back into the arms of his mundane life, the trip back was a painful one.

II.
it’d been approximately nine months since franco last seen freya. the ache in his heart dulled over the course of the year, leaving behind broken ruins that use to form his heart encased in a cage. with a broken heart, his sight of the world slowly converted back to black & white.

however in the span of minutes, his once fragmented heart was glued back together in the form of a miracle upon his doorstep. they came in a pair—wrapped up in the arms of the one he loved, who stated she was unable to take care of their children and was depending on franco to raise them. so, in a haste she handed them over and was gone in the blink of an eye.

wrapped tightly in blankets, the twins are the epitome of warmth and light; a cluster of blinding stars forming a constellation that light up a path in the dark skies, guiding their father. one is named callista, meaning most beautiful, and the other caelan, meaning powerful warrior. together, the newborns are new beginnings for franco, they’re the bright hues that paint his canvas.

III.
raising two kids by his lonesome was a definite struggle for franco. it was hard trying to work two jobs, and partake in the growth of his children without being an outsider, peering from the outside as they were raised by a babysitter instead of him.

the lack of a mother, and sparsely seeing their father was apparent by the time the twins turned four—eyes wide and bright, they were inquisitive at this age, brains working at rapid speeds as they observed their surroundings; constantly wondering, thinking, and asking. the constant question out of their lips was asking for their parents, which the babysitter was quick to brush off—quick at diverting their attention to the television screen that displayed the latest cartoon.

with the absence of both parents, the rosebaugh twins were left to confide in each other. they grew a close bond this way; like intertwined vines on the side of home, they were stuck together, never wanting to leave each other’s side.

IV.
at the age of six, caelan and his sister learn about their mother, and who they are. the news brought many emotions to arise for caelan, while his sister seemed to accept that they weren’t going to see their mother, caelan struggled a bit with it. it seemed almost crazy that his mother couldn’t do such a simple thing, he didn’t get it. it wasn’t fair. no matter how many times his father tried to explain that their mother loved them so much, but was unable to see them, caelan couldn’t believe it.

watching the kids at his school with their doting mothers did nothing to help him either. a lump arose in his throat every time he saw the affectionate interactions between them. it was nothing but a reminder for something he’d never experience.

albeit slowly, caelan did eventually accept that his mother would be absent in his life—after various beach visits and many days of having ice cream for breakfast. as if on cue from being told of their mother, the twins got their first experience with their powers.

callista was first, discovering her power to charm others ( mostly caelan ) to do her wishes, which was usually her chores; much to his disdain. caelan discovered his shapeshifting abilities when he randomly transformed into a crab right in front of his sister’s eyes while at the beach. the experience was nerve wracking yet exciting to say the least.

V.
the twins were set to head off to camp when the letter arrived in the mail notifying them of the camp’s existence, but the plans came to an abrupt halt when their father fell ill. due to this, the twins found it hard to part with their father when he was in such a shape, and stayed by his side. with the sickness, their father was practically helpless and it was up to the pair to do their part. callista did a little bit of everything, but often sung on the streets for money. while caelan could be found at home aiding his father.

over the course of two years, their father was nursed back to health with the help of the twins and doctor visits. by the time winter arrived, the twins were quick to be sent off, ready to learn more of this hidden life.
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AMBITIONS. to build his courage, and become able to speak for himself, to become more connected to his ‘god’ heritage.
SECRETS. none at the moment. ( i’m uncreative )
RELATIONS. here
DEATH.
calem doesn’t wish for death to come knocking at his door anytime soon, however he doesn’t mind the idea of fighting for ragnarok; he’s always felt a slight disconnection between himself and his heritage due to his personality differing vastly from his mother that he finds it hard to relate to some of her morals, but he hopes one day as he continues attending camp and embracing his ‘god’ side that he can feel that link so that he’s able to feast and fight with honor when his time ends.
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    [/div] Name: Joy Bella Kingston
    Nickname: Joyful or Bella(close friends calls her that)
    Age: Eighteen
    Birthday: May 10
    Occupation: Freashmen in College
    Years at camp: 5
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    ✾ Aesthetics ✾​
    [/div] Race: Demigod
    Gender: Female
    Hair color: Ginger/Red
    Eye color: Hazel
    Weight: 157lbs
    Height: 5'1
    Body build: Pearshaped and Curvy [/div] [div class=post] [div class=image]
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    [/div] Norse Parentage: Balder- god of light, spring, peace, and joy
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    ❋ Powers ❋​
    [/div] Ecokinesis: Joy is able to manipulate the forces of nature and elements connected to it. She can also communicate, influence, manipulate and control nature, she does have limits though, due to controlling nature sometimes mother nature can be a bitch, and not wanna be under control so she tends to give her some nosebleeds or makes her faint

    Nature Call: Her Nature Call or the Siren Song is used to attract people and animals that are able to follow her commands. Her limits of this power are powerful it is limited that she can only use it once every 2 months and when used the person or animal can't live without Joy by their side.

    Photo-Ergokinesis: This power is light energy manipulation which she is able to control any type of light energy. However, since she still has a hard time with this power she is able to use it if she is in danger. Sometimes when she forces it to happen she tends to faint. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab2 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsthree"] [div class=post] [div class=title]
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    [/div] Joy is the type of person who is willing to do anything to make anyone happy, she loves to bring the joy and happiness into other people like she's the little sister in the group who wants everyone to be happy. She always has that big smile on her face and she does so much for people. Joy is very carefree and adventurous because she loves to travel and she enjoys the trees and sunlight outside. She tends to get curious on her parts about the tress and even mother nature herself.

    She tends to always lend a helping hand when needed if anyone needed help and she always does it with a smile no matter what. She has a strong loyalty to her friends and family and never turns her back on them, she is always there and whatever they needed she always wanted to help them no matter what the cause was. Joy is always positive and a get motivator when it comes to people not believe they can do something it does her best to support.

    Perhaps all her positive traits, everyone has something bad about them and Joy tends to have a few things, she can sometimes be a little disorganized and for that, she had the tendency to apologize for every mistake she does. She is clumsy and doesn't look where she is going sometimes. She always loves to take the risk, it gives her a rush no matter what it is so just enjoying it.

    Joy tends to get a little angry when something doesn't turn out who she wanted it to but, she keeps her feelings of anger and sadness inside the others don't see her true feelings. She likes to hide them deep inside of her so no one can show her pity.

    Joy always has the saying 'never give up' in her mind all the time and she never gives up she just keeps on moving and keeps on trying that is her specialty. Joy is chill and doesn't like to start drama or cause it if she does she always will apologize and admits she didn't mean for it to turn into violence. Violence is she something she doesn't enjoy but if it comes to when one of her closet friends or family is physicality hurt she will use the power she was given to end everything.

    Overall, Joy is a great person to be friends with, she doesn't judge you from your past but the person you are today, she is willing to help with anything if in need and she will always be your shoulder to cry on. Despite the fact that she likes to keep her feelings hidden from other so they show no pity she always will have a big smile on her face. I mean her parents didn't call her Joy for nothing.
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    [/div] Strengths
    - the staff -----> over the years of camp she was able to overcome the skills of using her staff in battles
    - intelligence in nature ---> she knows everything about nature, the trees the animals you name it she knows it
    -fast adaptation ----> she is able to adapt to anything new quickly and a fast learner
    Weaknesses
    - over talking ----> joy tends to talk too much when she nervous or makes a mistake
    - sharing responsibility ----> she likes to do everything herself so the team does less work then given
    - Focus ----> tends to daydream at times
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    quirks taps her pen when she is thinking of an idea -> pushes her hair back when she is nervous -> when she curses she tends to apologize for bad language
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    [/div] Joy's life wasn't all that bad, from what she remembers. She didn't know her real parents or even met them once, her foster parents Josline and Christopher Kingston were good to her, gave her a home, she was adopted at 9 years old and she is very grateful for the family who took her in. Her family was never known as helping out others and donating and feeding the poor, those were the people she was surrounded with and she grew up doing it too. Her mother was just a normal elementary school teacher and her father was a local hospital doctor. When she reached middle school people did make fun of her because she was different than the other kids, since her parents had dark brown and black hair she was the only red-haired one in her family with freckles and hazel eyes, the bullies made fun of her because she was adopted and her real parents didn't love her. She cried a couple of times because of the bullying in her school. It was that one day at school that changed her life. Joy saw one of her friends getting bullied by one of her close friends and she knew what she had to do and that was stand up for her and that's exactly what she did. She told those bullies off and they got scared that they ran away. Everyone cheered her on and she was happy that she was able to make that one person happy as well. When high school came around lots of things changed for her, she was the outcast in her school but she didn't mind, she did have a couple of friends but not as many. When she turned 13 she discovered something new about her, she always was attracted to the season of spring, she enjoys the new blooming trees and all the flowers and animals that come out from hiding during the winter. That's when she discovered her first power, she went crazy when she discovered it and later on during her years of high school more of her powers appeared. [/div] [div class=emptyspace]put new posts for tab4 above this div![/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsfive"] [div class=post] [div class=title]
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    [/div] Wants to learn and master her power of photo-ergokinesis
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    [/div] She grew up in foster care until the age of 9
    Her Nature Call Power( only a few people know about that including those who are training her)
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    Balder(Biological Father)
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Basic Facts:
Name: Hector Del Real
Nickname: None
Age: 19
Birthday: December 21
Occupation: Part-time student
Years at camp: 6

Aesthetics:
Race: demigod
Gender: Male
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Weight: 175 lb
Height: 5'8
Body build: Athletic, Toned
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Godly Attributes:
Norse parentage: Odin God of War, Death, Wisdom, Poetry, and Magic
Powers:
Constraint Charm- Like Odin he is able to cast a charm to make it so that his target is not able to move. Sadly though he can only use it on one person at a time and requires for him to put all his focus into it. In a way using this can make him a sitting duck in the wrong setting.
Animal Sight- He is able to see through the eyes of animals giving him a way to gather information more easily. Unfortunately, there is a 10 mile limit to this ability so once the animal is beyond that distance he can no longer see anything. In addition to that he can't really move because that would result in him walking into things without seeing them, in worst cases it could be danger itself.
Minor Necromancy- Hector can call spirits of the dead to help him out. Sadly not ever time he does this will the spirits actually help. In the worst case they have some kind of weird beef with Odin and try to take it out on him.
Weapon of choice: Sword and Shield

Personality:
Graces and strengths: Brave enough to fight for what he believes is right with a drive to see things through to the end. Loyal to his family and those he calls his friends, never wanting to give up on them and aid them anyway he can. He also happens to be very good at giving advice to those who need some thanks to him having access to more than his own life experience. He also is just really good at listening to others about any problem they have in general since he knows what it is like wanting someone to at least listen. Over time he has become decent with close quarters combat but still can't keep up with Doran forever. He can also be very caring for others enough that he will stop what he is doing if he catches someone alone all by themself or if they're in need of help.
Flaws and weaknesses: Hector is not the most charismatic or outgoing person so he isn't good at leading others. And naturally he has a weakness for beautiful women (natural for him anyway) where he has a hard time saying no to them. He doesn't do so well with the idea of falling on heights, no matter how brave he is falling is still terrible for him to think about. He also tends to get in trouble a lot when calling forth the spirits of the dead sometimes which can be problem for his day to day life.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, training, watching movies
Quirks: Cracks his knuckles when he is thinking and paces back and forth when bored.
Can be found reading a book (history or fantasy) when not doing anything else.

Memoire:
Hector was born to small time actress that raised him as best she could all by herself, well the best you can in a small apartment in West Hollywood. She hadn't told him anything about his father, who he was, where he is, or why he left them without any reason. Now things did start getting a bit weird for him when he turned 12 and met the spirit of a viking warrior who wanted to know why he was in Hectors backyard. Hector thought might of just his imagination since he hadn't seen him since after that but then when he went to the park with his mom. He was running around when he saw a squirrel climb up at tree looking his way. Next thing he knew instead of looking at the squirrel he could see himself and the rest of the park behind him. For a whole year things like that kept happening until he told his mom in fear that he was going crazy. She explained to him and showed him a letter from his father, Odin, about what and who he is. On the back of the letter was instructions to the camp which he and his mom used to get him there. Overall, thanks to him finally saying something he no longer thinks he is crazy, just training to become Hector Deal Real, son of Odin God of War, Death, Wisdom, Poetry, and Magic.

Miscellaneous:
Ambitions, goals or motivations: To live as long as he can but if need be die a valiant death. Other then that he really hasn't had time to think of anything else. Although he does at least want to figure how to better control his minor necromancy better nice makes him a anger to himself and others.
Secrets: Has a small paperback copy of How to pick up women for Dummies that he keeps in his coat pocket hidden away from prying eyes. Watches musicals when he is alone and sure no one is within earshot. Thinks Olivia's angry face is cute but will never admit that for fear of his life.
Relation: Olivia Stewart- Befriended about a month after she arrived to the camp for the first time due to boths interest in books and movies.
Doran Sandford- Fellow son of Odin and friend since due to them just because they have been around each other for so long.
Callista Rosenbaugh- Friend and his crush but he isn't sure he should even try when her history shows that guys or girls that get with her don't always stay for long.
Death: If he has to die there is no place he would rather be then Valhalla. All he has to do is make sure that he is worthy when the day comes.
Others: He is ambidextrous
 
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playing pranks /sunrises and sunsets / spring / close combat / reading / parties / parkour / lakes /cats/climbing trees

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Godly Attributes: Norse parentage: Daughter of Loki Powers: Illusion Manipulation: She can create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. She can create complex and detailed worlds, others may be able to only alter the way they or the target are perceived. Regenerative Healing Factor: She can rapidly regenerate. In other words, she can recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, sometimes slowing, or even stop aging. After being at the camp for four years she is currently a Type II regenerative healer. Currently being at the camp for a total of eight years she is learning how to recreate limbs, slow down her age and more. Teleportation: She can teleport, or transfer matter (beings/objects, including themselves) or energy from one point to another without traversing the physical space between her. This can be achieved by various means, including causing the atoms/molecules to travel at light-speed, warping the space, or use quantum superposition, in which she teleports by spatially rearranging the subatomic contents of a system. Weapon of choice: two short swords Personality: Graces and strengths: Agile,Flexible,Quick-minded, Flaws and weaknesses: Hobbies: Quirks: Note: If you’re going to list out your graces and flaws, please elaborate. otherwise, you may write in paragraph(s) form Memoire: [Is your childhood fun? traumatic? filled with drama? Or worse, nothing remotely stimulating happened? Feel free to rant list it out. Believe it or not, we still want to know about it.] Miscellaneous: Ambitions, goals or motivations: Secrets: Relation: Death: [Are you worthy of being picked by Odin and her Valkyries to enter Valhalla and feast while waiting to fight for Ragnarok? If yes, why? If not, then where do you want to go when you die in this realm and why?] Others: [anything we missed out? Add it up! ]​
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Name: Olivia Stewart
Nickname: N/A
Age: 18
Birthday: Feburary 29th
Occupation: Full Time Student/Camper
Years at camp: 2

Aesthetics×
Race: Demi-God
Gender: Female
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green
Weight: 156 lbs (70 kg)
Height: 5'5" (165 cm)
Body build: Toned, Neat Hourglass
FC: Michele Alves (Tumblr)

Godly Attributes×
Norse parentage: Tyr, God of War, Justice, Law, and like, two other things
Powers:
- Courageous Aura: An ability that allows Olivia to boost the courage of two nearby allies, it give them the strength to fight on. It does not increase their attack damage, nor does it give them any sort of invaunerability, it allows then to push through most wounds, fatigue, and fear. It's a second wind almost, and usually saved for near the end of battle. It only last two-thirds minutes, and after the effects have ended, the people who were buffed are returned to their original state. It's also draining to use, leaving Olivia fatigued. It's debatable wether this is responsible or not for Olivia's natural willpower.
- Lie Detection: Olivia can sense when someone is lying, most of the time at least. Sometimes it's a little unclear if someone is or isn't lying, but again, for the most part she can tell. She can use this ability a few times a day with out any consequences, but after a certain number, which can vary but is normally around five or six, she'll slowly develop a headache. Then, all the sudden, she's hit with a painful migraine that can severely weaken her.
a6d58666a455867ed3db70df7f043b4b.jpg- Fear Inducement: Olivia can evoke and increase fear and horror in others causing the target’s brain to release fear-inducing chemicals. The target’s perception may be altered, causing them to see their environment as ominous and Olivia as dark and foreboding. Those with a higher willpower are less effected, while those with a weaker will power are almost always affected. This is an oddball power, the opposite of Fear Masking that her father possesses, it was probably a variation thanks to her mother. Reagurdless, the effects last only a minute, sometime less depending on the targets willpower and Olivia's own and energy. This is extremely draining, and can leave Olivia unable to move or extremely limited after the effects have taken place. Of cpurse, this can be avoided by canceling the inducement early, but she will still loose energy based on how long she's used it.
Weapon of choice: Twin Short Swords
Personality×
Graces and strengths:
- Strong Willed: she's hardly phased by anything, she has an unshakable determination, and has once taken on three guys while a knife was sticking out of her shoulder.
- Loyal to those she had decided to trust
- A natural when it comes to close quarters combat, both in hand to hand combat and with her swords (Thanks dad)
- Intelligent and skilled with on the spot tactical planning, though she likes to play dirty
- She treats everyone the same, despite the way they may act
Flaws and weaknesses:
- Angry: Olivia is just kinda always angry. It makes her a little hard to get along with, and she's quick to act on her anger. (Though she is just a major dork)
- Long Range Combat: She can use a bow, but she's not very good at it. And she hates dealing with archers at long range so when she tries to close the distance, She ends up getting hurt pretty often when dealing with them.
0d7e029ba4bfd8477975ad93aba66ffa.jpg- Defense: She lacks a shield, and while her her swords can provide some defense, there's a big flaw in it.
- Untrusting: Over the course of her life, she's never been given a reason to naturally trust anyone. However, it's probably a good thing.
- Brash: Despite her intelligence, and skill with combat, she's a bit, well, she's more of an act on instinct kinda person rather than her head.
Hobbies: Reading, Training, Baking/Cooking, Watching Movies
Quirks:
- Snaps a hair tie around her wrist when she's irritated to keep from snapping at people
- Bites her lip when she's nervous
- Play with her hair when she's bored

Memoire×
Olivia was raised out in Scotland, running around a tiny orphanage full of older kids and no hope for adoption. Her mother died in child birth, and she has no living relatives to go to, or at least, none nobody could find, and she wasn't even given a name. A nurse was the one who gave the little one a name. So, right from the start she was having problems. The orphanage sucked. It was run by an older couple with a liking for little kids. They were tasked with doing the chores, going to school, and doing whatever the owners wanted. So Olivia grew up wondering who she was, why she was there. She got into fights constantly, both at home and at school, to the point the caretaker would start beating her to try nd get her to stop. It only seemed to make matters worse, and at only 10, Olivia ran away.
She couldn't stay there any longer, and decided a life out on the streets was better than going through more of that. By this time, her angry was already deep rooted and she was more than capable of taking care of herself. For two years she wandered a few different cities in Scotland, until she was picked up by police and sent to foster care. It was step up, but not by much. She was sent to a different no one every few months, family after family not wanting to deal with her, or put in the effort to get her the help she needed. Not to mention the weird stuff that started happening. Odd encounters with people who Olivia knew we're just, wrong. They weren't normal, but nobody believed her. Anyway, she was eventually sent out to America, up north actually. There she jumped around for another few weeks before landing in Alaska. She was almost instantly adopted by a woman there, who explained that her mother had been her best friend for years. And when she died, that woman tried her best to find Olivia but she just couldn't. 15 years old, and Olivia has finally found a home. Or at least she thought so. One day, a man who she didn't recognize handed her a letter. He was tall, with light hair, and the same eyes as her, it didn't click then that the man was Tyr. Anyway, inside was a necklace, a warning, and how to get to the camp. She never planned to act on it, but her adoptive mother grew odd. So, Olivia found the camp on her own accord. It's not like she hasn't dissappered before.
Upon arriving, she didn't know what to make of the place. She didn't talk much at first, rather listened and gained knowledge of her situation, before finally putting on that necklace. She had a feeling she knew who gave it to her, and while an may have some complicated feelings about him, she's going to do her best to become the Daughter of Tyr, God of War, Jucstice, Law, Courage, Oath's, and Honor.
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Ambitions, goals or motivations: Honestly, Olivia has no real motivations other than to just survive. She's had to fight her entire life to do so, overcome many obstacles, and so she's never truely thought about what she'd want to do otherwise. The main thing that drives her is spite.
Secrets:
- She actually can't turn down a challange. Some weird thing to do with Tyr, She blames him for that one time she was dared to...well, the less said about that is better. She hates truth or dare.
- Has a deep love for macaroni and cheese. She's not entirely sure why, or how this came to be, buts it's actually her favorite food. You could almost bribe her with it
- Maybe has a little crush on Boran, through she's probably never gonna act on it
- She has a necklace that she always wears, a blue quarts like stone that almost appears to glow softly at certain times, decorated with a thin silver wire connecting it to the leather string it was attached to. On the back of the gem, her name is carved in runes. She now knows it was Tyr who gave it to her, but she refuses to tell anyone that. She is in fact, mad at him.
Relation:
- Friends with Hector, Son of Odin. The first friend she made after joining camp, they bonded over a shared interest of books and movies.
- Friends with Doran, Son of Odin - Sparing partners, a bit dramatic, but a trustworthy person. She has a crush on him, hasn't told anyone, and probably never will unless she feels like she needs to.
- Friends with Callista, Daughter of Freya - She's not entirely sure how they became friends, or if she actually is her friend, but Castilla hangs out with Boran, so Olivia is around her pretty often.
- Friends with Lee, Son of Bragi - He's scared of her, and she's a bit protective of him even though he's older than her and a bit of ass. She doesn't know how they became friends, but they did.
- Brother of Sven Tyrson, Son of Tyr: A complicated relationship full of jealousy and mixed emotions. On Olivia's side at least. Since their personalities are so different, there are often problems. But, she's happy to have some family at least.
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Others: Sounds like Merida from Brave.
 
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Basic Facts:
Name: Syrna Kaztin (Based loosely off of a Slovenian town)
Nickname: Syr/Sir (What started off as a shorter and cooler version of his name soon became a pun relating to his personality)
Age: 16
Birthday: May 21st
Occupation: Student
Years at camp: 3

Aesthetics:
Race: Demigod
Gender: Male
Hair color: Light Brown
Eye color: Blue-gray
Weight: 112
Height: 5'3"
Body build: deft
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Godly Attributes:
Norse parentage: Hoth
-The Visionary: Syrna can see all signs of life in the form of auras emitting off of them.
-Guilty Palm: Ability to temporarily hide the presence of the last inanimate object he touched.
-Merciless Guide: While in constant contact with any inanimate object, his mind surrenders to its purpose, and it influences his body to fulfill the latter via a simple command.
Weapon of choice: Anything.

Personality:
Graces and strengths:
Flaws and weaknesses:
Hobbies:
Quirks:

Note: If you’re going to list out your graces and flaws, please elaborate. otherwise, you may write in paragraph(s) form

Memoire:
[Is your childhood fun? traumatic? filled with drama? Or worse, nothing remotely stimulating happened? Feel free to rant list it out. Believe it or not, we still want to know about it.]

Miscellaneous:
Ambitions, goals or motivations:
Secrets:
Relation: Hithar Kaztin- Truly cares for his twin brother, valuing not even his own father above him.
Death: [Are you worthy of being picked by Odin and her Valkyries to enter Valhalla and feast while waiting to fight for Ragnarok? If yes, why? If not, then where do you want to go when you die in this realm and why?]
Others: [anything we missed out? Add it up! ]
 
Code by Kumari
MALIA AVIDSSON




Name: Malia Avidsson

Nickname: Mal

Age: 18

Birthday: April 27rd

Occupation: full time student // first year counselor

Years at camp: 13

"Nourish Oneself"

persona


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though little in size and painted with delicate features, malia is a hot little firecracker and definitely an unforgettable person. with the heart of a warrior, she carries herself with assertiveness and independence. at times this could be quite intimidating, but she's extremely self-reliant and it tends to reflect on the outside as well. of course this doesn't mean she's obnoxious, in fact, she's the total opposite. malia feels uncomfortable when she's in the position of being praised and would rather admire than be admired, giving her a very humble mindset. quite steadfast and reliable, this is one girl who you know you can trust. she keeps her word and if she says she'll do something, then she will. malia tends to be very appreciative and always returns a favor, whether she'll pay you back in 3 hours, 3 days, or 3 months, she'll never forget the actions of someone going out of their way for her.

dealing with other people has never been an obstacle for malia. she an out-going individual, getting along with nearly anyone she meets. without a doubt, her sarcastic humor helps relieve a lot of awkward tension when she meets new people. and like i said before, she's a hot little firecracker, partly due to her daring and adventurous streak. she'll go skydiving without a parachute, tightrope walking in handstand position, and go on a weapon-less battle against a lion. you name it, she'll do it. there's never a dull moment with malia; she'd keep everyone on their toes if it was up to her.

despite all of that, malia does have her downsides. at times she comes off as being a little too much of a firecracker. she's strikingly competitive, even when its comes to the little things like seeing who could finish their food their fastest. it's a trait that comes natural to her, even when she isn't the type to boast after a win, but it does get irritating at times. and while she's bold, she's also reckless and unpredictable. she can get herself into messes that could have been avoided if she had just learned to stay still. consequentially, malia is very rebellious. even though her mother is the camp director, malia just can't seem to follow the rules. she gets in trouble a lot and bends a lot of rules by going around them or deliberately not following them for the sake of her having fun.

in regards to relationships, as i've mentioned before, malia will always return a good favor. well, that also applies to the bad ones. she can be vengeful to those who've hurt her or belittled her (with the exception of her mother of course). malia possesses a hard head, and holds a lot of obstinacy when it comes to her opinions and/or beliefs. because of that, when it comes to reconciling with people, she's can be very unforgiving. and while she's an open-book, she isn't that tolerant of letting out her feelings. shes emotionally reclusive and becomes hermit-like when it comes to allowing herself to be [emotionally] vulnerable in front of others.

but at the end of the day, malia is malia. she will be who she is, and how you see her, is your problem--as she would say. if you're good with her, then shes good with you. if you're bad with her then she's bad with you. it's that simple really.


Graces and Strengths: born with enhanced accuracy, it's malia's strongest factor. her aim using nearly any weapon, is always perfect. she's also keen when it comes to close range (hand-to-hand) combat. she's killer when it comes to using her double naginata. like her mother, a lover a mountains (and also cause she knows how to manipulate them) malia has been climbing since she was little and she now probably does it more than she runs. she's an avid climber, and is able to climb things like mountains and trees without flaw. in addition to that, malia is quite flexible. her acrobatic level is comparable to that of a gymnast, of which she's been training for almost all of her life. and despite her frail frame, her stamina is just as sharp as her reflexes.

Flaws and Weaknesses: first and foremost, malia is a terrible swimmer. she knows how to, but she's never liked the ocean. it's always made her felt uncomfortable. as for being on land, she's not stealthy and most of the blame is on her recklessness. she has a horrible sense of direction and it'll take her awhile to get her to figure her way in and out of some place. malia also can't work well in the humidity and heat. when hot, almost all of her functions just "turn off" and she becomes jittery. lastly, malia also can't function well when it comes to emotions. she doesn't know how to deal with them nor give advice regarding feelings and by habit is used to bottling most of her emotions up or taking them out as anger during training.

Hobbies: instrumentally gifted, cooking, training, hiking, rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, martial arts

Quirks: cracks fingers a little too much, blows into her hands before every fight, snaps to get somebody's attention, calls a lot of people by "dude, man, or buddy", always has rings on her fingers, runs every morning at 6am,


appearance

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Race: Demigod
Hair: dirty blonde (dyes it lighter sometimes), shoulder length, wavy
Eye color: blue
Height: 5'6"
Body type: slim
Faceclaim: rachel yampolsky
Distinguishing features: freckles
Voiceclaim: naomi scott



godly attributes

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Norse parentage: daughter of skadia

Powers: cold air generation (limited), enhanced accuracy (full), mountain manipulation (heavily limited)

cold air generation: malia is able to rapidly cool the air in a large area and generate cold air from around their body. the air is significantly colder, making it able to freeze and blow away targets. she's cannot use it in a humid/hot environment. she can withstand cold temperatures down to -15F (-26), but if she gets any colder, her body starts to shut down, so she passes out, therefore, she's limited to the amount of time that she's uses this power (15 minutes).

enhanced accuracy: malia can judge extremely long distances amazingly accurately, gauging the strength needed to launch a projectile, in order to hit a target accurately. If a target is moving malia can calculate the best method to hit the target. Visual obstructions like smoke and vegetation does not hinder her ability to get an accurate bead on her target, and her intense focus on whatever shes targeting at allows her to shut out outside distractions. she can compensate for environmental factors that would normally throw off her aim like wind, air resistance, gravity, and radiant heat (which distorts the image of the target).

mountain manipulation: malia can currently manipulate existing mountains and can't actually create any yet. she can disfigure and change the shape of an existing mountain and she can break down mountain particles and can manipulate the rocks and earth that form them. the bigger the mountain and the most she tries to do to the mountain, the more energy it drains from her. if using too much energy or using her power on extreme emotion (whether positive or negative) she could accidentally slip into a coma up to 3 days

Weapon of choice: double naginata, stars


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Ambitions, goals or motivations:
- she loves the camp and wants to take it over one day and replace her mother
- as a short term goal, she really wants to reach the full limits of her abilities. she knows that she hasn't reached her greatest potential yet.

Secrets:
- she's very insecure about her fighting skills mainly due to her mother's criticisms
- she's terrified of the ocean. she only learned how to swim because she didn't want to be humiliated during training, but other than that, she wants nothing to do with the ocean.
- shes jealous of her sister's good relationship with their mother (though she doesn't take that out on her sister)
- closeted bisexual

Relation:
Skadi: biological mother // norse goddess // alive
Eric Avidsson: biological father // human // deceased
Orianthi: half-sister (via. Skadi) // demigod // alive
Leila Avidsson: paternal grandmother // human // deceased

Death: malia is 110% sure that she's going to end up in Valhalla when she dies. she knows she a good person, and she truly believes that she was born to be a warrior. for malia, she already views valhalla as like her second home. she likes to think that even though he was human, her father is there saving a seat for her for when her time comes.

Others: - she's fluent in norwegian
- she has a pet polar bear named rex



build up

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-- malia's pov --

"so i joined camp when i was around five years old. i've been living with my mom for a majority of my life, and i'll get to how that's been, but let me tell you about my life before that.

alright, so i was born in norway. when i was born, my parents were still together at that time. obviously i was like 1-2 years old so i don't remember everything, but it was pretty cool. they liked each other enough to be together. i was their little rock. always running around, breaking shit, causing trouble..kind of like me right now. my dad was in the military so he spent a lot of time separated from my mom and i. when he did come home though, it was like a never-ending party. my father had always said that he loved only 3 things in the world and that was; me, my mother, and the army. i always had fun with my dad. a lot of my traits i take from him, so it was never dull, even as a short attention spanned baby. i grew very attached to him, more so than i did with my mom.

when i was three years old, my mom decided to leave, and she didn't take me with her. i learned later on that she left to take care of the camp, and that my dad refused to let her take me with her. of course it felt odd, one minute i had a mother and the next i didn't. suddenly my father had a lot to take on and he fell into somewhat of a depression. the love of his life left him, and because of me, he had to leave the military and become a civilian. that year, he lost two of his greatest loves. overtime he got better, he tried his best with me, and i could tell. our relationship never dwindled because of the circumstances. he remained my best friend, and i remained his.

up until i was five, i'd been living with my dad with the help of his family members. he never got back into a relationship after my mom. he never contacted her, nor did i. i went two years without ever talking to my mother. as the time passed by, she was more like a memory than someone that i ever had a real connection with. it didn't hurt me or anything, i just never remembered her. my grandmother became my mother figure. she was always there for me and my father, and i loved her with everything in my heart. when my father realized this too, he made the decision to reenlist into the army, and leave me with my grandmother for the times that he'd be gone. i was reluctant about his decision, but even for a five year old, i knew that it was what he loved to do and that i'd see him again anyways.

of course i ended up being wrong. months passed and the army contacted my grandmother and i about a group of 6 soldiers that went missing in enemy territory and were found dead. they identified one of them as my father. when i heard the news, i was heart broken, with little knowledge on what to do with that drastic information. when my grandmother found out, she suffered from cardiac arrest a few days later. i was left with no one. my grandmother was dead, my father was dead, and i didn't know where my mother was.

but she knew where i was.

with all of the events that'd happen to quick, i didn't know how or when my mother came to find me. to took me with her to the camp. for me, it was weird, having her reenter my life as if nothing had happened. and all of a sudden, all of the heartache and confusion that i'd felt the first time my mother left me, drowned my thoughts. she explained to me everything about who she was, where she was taking me, who i was and what i was capable of. she introduced me to the older sister that i never knew i had--eirawen. the first time i met eirawen, i had an immediate dislike towards her. in my naive, five year old mind, it was eirawen's fault that my mother left my father and i. what did eirawen have that my mother liked so much that i didn't have?

but that hatred ended quickly. eirawen took me in, and she showed me around the camp, she nurtured me, and gave me affection. it was hard to hate her, and i soon loved her and trusted her more than anyone in my life at that moment. we even got bracelets that to to this day, we've never taken off. she helped me discover my powers and helped me tame them--to a certain extent.

and as the years went by, new people came to camp and i met them. some i liked, some i didn't. they each came with their different stories. different abilities. and i started to see the camp more like home each and every day. it wasn't as bad as i thought it was. and in fact, even through all of the crap i deal with and have dealt with, i wouldn't change it for the world. "

 
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Pretty Boy~!
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☆ Name: Lee J. Flair
☆ Nickname: Sunshine, Captain Charisma
☆ Age: 19
☆ Birthday: September 6th
☆ Occupation: Student
☆ Years at camp: 3
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Aesthetics:
☆ Race: Demigod
☆ Gender: Male
☆ Hair color: Blonde
☆ Eye color: Grey
☆ Weight: 195 lbs
☆ Height: 5'9"
☆ Body build: Slightly Muscular
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Godly Attributes:
☆ Norse parentage: Bragi, god of song and ballads
☆ Powers:
  • Musical Suggestion: Lee is able to influence other people's emotions through either singing or playing an instrument. (Ex. He can make someone cry if he plays a sad song)
  • Hypnotic Charisma: Whenever anyone is in the general area of Lee, they are instantly compelled to like him/agree with him. This can be easily ignored after one become aware of the ruse
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☆ Graces and strengths:
  • Loyal: If given a cause that Lee deems right, he will undoubtedly follow it and stay loyal to said cause, willing to lie down his life for his allies and friends.
  • Kind: Underneath his gilded exterior, the real Lee is a somewhat sensitive/kind soul. Years of conditioning from his mother has turned him mean, but on the inside, he means well.
  • Voice of an Angel: No matter whether you like Lee or not, he has a beautiful voice, that is able to change based on what genre of music he is singing.
☆ Flaws and weaknesses:
  • Arrogant: Lee's biggest flaw by far, he has some sort of complex that makes him believe that he is almost always right. Tbough, be usually means well, he comes across as a douche bag
  • Brash: Partly due to his arrogance, Lee believes that he knows better, and will go forth and do something even if he has not fully thought it through.
  • Peacenik: Will usually try to settle issues nonviolently, but if pushed to combat, he will not kill. He also refuses to use conventional weapons, finding them too violent.
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☆ Hobbies:
  • Cooking: It is very well known throughout the entire camp that if you want something cooked for you, you go to Lee. While he enjoys cooking, he usually only requires that the ingrediants be brought to him in full.
  • Napping: Lee loves to nap. Whether it be in the sun or in the shade, in a bed, or a hammock, he will probably be there "getting his beauty sleep".
  • Swimming: Lee loves the water. It is the one place where he truly feels calm and at piece, othe than in his cabin napping. He likes that too.
☆ Quirks:
  • Lee subconsciously twirls objects in his fingers if he is nervous or bored
Memoire: Lee doesn't like to talk about his home life very much, because it conflicts with what he likes others to believe. As a result, he refuses to divulge anything other than these three points.
  1. He was born in Chicago and lived there for most of his life
  2. His mother, Eliza Flair, is a fashion designer who is the original source of his wealth and hates his father, Bragi.
  3. He is now a year round camper by choice.
Everything else known about Lee is a mystery, and it is confirmed that he will only give out information about his private life to only his closest friends
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☆ Ambitions, goals or motivations:
  • To discover new powers of his, and be able to control them
  • To find actual friends
☆ Secrets:
  • Lee hasn't had his first kiss, and will mostly lie and deflect the question if asked about it
  • Lee has a giant crush on Chione Chione 's Mikael, to the point where he gets sorta flustered whenever he is around the son of Thor
  • Lee is very, very gay, but refused to come out of the closet in fear that what little friends he has will abandon him in he does.
☆ Relation:
  • Bragi - Father
  • Eliza Flair - Mother
  • Robert Flair - Grandfather
☆ Death: Although Lee would very much like to fight in "The Final Battle Of The Gods", he doesn't really want to kill anyone either. If asked about it, Lee will most likely shrug, and walk away.
☆ Others:
  • Lee speaks with a light English accent that he has almost lost, due to having spent so much time in camp
  • Lee can speak French.
  • Lee owns an amulet that can transform into any musical instrument at will, a gift from his father
☆ Themes:


 
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Rosetta Lynn Norwood

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Basic Facts:
Name: Rosetta Lynn Norwood
Nickname: R, Ro, Ross, Lynn
Age: 18
Birthday: March 17th
Occupation: Student
Years at camp: 2

Aesthetics:
Race: Demigod
Gender: Female
Hair color: Chestnut/Reddish brown
Eye color: Brown
Weight: 67KG
Height: 5' 7"
Body build: Slim

Godly Attributes:
Norse Parentage: Brag
Powers:
Voice Manipulation - Rosetta is able to alter her voice to imitate sounds or calls of animals she has heard before. This is limited to a few continuous minutes,however, as this places great stress on her vocal chords. After the pain dissipates (roughly 15 minutes), she may use this ability again. Due to the pain constraint, it is suggested she uses this power in short bursts.

Siren - Rosetta's singing can place a hypnotic trance on animals and humans within hearing range that will result in memory loss and nausea after the singing ceases. After a minute of continuous singing, the target will begin walking towards her. However, the effect on the target weakens over time until it stops working after half an hour. The effect is also non existent if the target is anticipating the singing. The ability cannot be recorded.

Weapons: Classic long bow and a light short axe

Personality:
? Graces and strengths:
? Flaws and weaknesses:
? Hobbies:
? Quirks:
Note: If you’re going to list out your graces and flaws, please elaborate. otherwise, you may write in paragraph(s) form

Memoire:
[Is your childhood fun? traumatic? filled with drama? Or worse, nothing remotely stimulating happened? Feel free to rant list it out. Believe it or not, we still want to know about it.]

Miscellaneous:
? Ambitions, goals or motivations:
? Secrets:
? Relation:
? Death: [Are you worthy of being picked by Odin and her Valkyries to enter Valhalla and feast while waiting to fight for Ragnarok? If yes, why? If not, then where do you want to go when you die in this realm and why?]
? Others: [anything we missed out? Add it up! ]
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❖"You may have lived for thousands of years, but how many of those were you really alive?"❖
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[div class=textbox]BASIC:

Name ❖ Nimue Whisperfeet, Nimue daughter of Tenequil
Nicknames ❖ Let me see... you can call me Nimy if you'd like! My people also... uhh... call me Whisperfeet, because I used to go where I shouldn't go when I was younger. I did it very quietly hahaha! I still do to be fair.
Age ❖ 2099
Birthday ❖ Seven days after Yenearsira, what we the ljósálfar call the Winter Solstice
Occupation ❖ Fulltime larper and errant daughter of House Tenequil, part time student-instructor at camp Wyrd
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APPEARANCE
Race ❖ Ljósálfar [Lyos-Ol-Varr (Emphasis on 'Y' in Lyos)]
Gender ❖ Female, isn't it obvious?? Heterosexual.
Hair color ❖ What, are you blind? Urgh... fine. Auburn. And while we're talking about my hair, its long and falls in languid waves down to the small of my back. You know how weird this is?
Eye color ❖ I'd say it's amber.
Skin tone ❖ Fair olive.
Weight ❖ Seriously? 50... I don't know what you humans call that measurement. Kg?
Height ❖ Did you just-? Nevermind. I'm short alright?! 163 centimeters.5 feet 4 inches
Body build ❖ Oh heyyy.... why'd you want to know, hmm? For science? Well... skinny mostly, but I'm all girl in the right places...
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[div class=attributes]GODLY ATTRIBUTES
"Let's just say... my attributes are very adequate... What was that? You mean those other attributes? Well excuse me, please be more specific next time alright?!"
Norse parentage ❖ Alfheimr Northern Prince
Powers ❖ Enchanter of Light and basic mastery of healing. Notable spells as below:

1. Tyalieme'a: Playful Light - As an Enchanter of Light one of the first things taught to young apprentices is to understand the nature of 'The Light' and how similar or different it is to actual light that we see in the world. Through this understanding, the enchanter is able to form and call upon The Light in many ways, patterning it in the natural world and taking advantage of its properties as required. This act of Light Play forms the basis of one branch of magic of the Northern Alfheim realm. To this extent, Nimue can use this spell for several applications.
❖Whisper Wisp - Much like the wandering creature of folklore, Nimue can summon a floating ball of light to light the way! If she hides in the shadow of the trees, she can make the added effect of unintelligible enigmatic spooky whisperings; for kicks and giggles.
❖Tirime'a: Blinding Light - Used mostly for defensive purposes, Nimue can detonate a Whisper Wisp in the form of an intense burst of super bright light that can stun and disorient all who are caught unawares for several seconds. The spell is so bright, that closing ones eyelids and covering ones face with hands will do little to lessen the brightness; though it affects her to a lesser extent, Nimue is still affected nonetheless, though she would of course know to do her best to avoid being stunned herself.
❖Naarame'a: Searing Light - By concentrating her powers into a thin light array, Nimue can cast a stream of intense heat that can burn up to five feet away. It is so hot, it can even burn through five inches of solid steel within ten seconds; though such a feat would cause her lungs to involuntarily constrict for a few seconds (which could result in her passing out) and leave her severely exhausted from the sheer effort required.
*Nimue has toyed with the idea of bending the passage of light such that she can cause others to see the background behind an object, but so far, her efforts are only partially effective resulting in quirky odd looking semi-transparent camp tents. While it does not require alot of energy, it does take intense focus (which Nimue unfortunately lacks) for decidedly laughable results.*

2. Luhta: Enchantment The other form of Light magic of the Northern Elves revolves around enchantments and blessings. This revolves around drawing upon The Light and using it to coalesce the truest desires of a pure heart to materialize something in the physical world. As such, this branch of magic isn't just reliant on the enchanter's powers but also on his/her strength of heart and willpower. Common applications of Luhta based magic that Nimue uses are:
❖Vara tel’ Seldarine: Ward of Protection One of Nimue's most powerful spells, the enchantment places a ward of protection on any location that will protect anyone inside it from any form of harm (they must be marked by Nimue). The ward disappears when the marked person leaves the protected area or the ward's strength is overcome. When activated, the ward forms an iridescent bubble sphere 10 feet in diameter that will absorb all attacks (physical or magical) until such time the enchantment breaks, releasing all the pent up energy in an outward magical explosion. Unlike her other spells, Nimue can trade her lifeforce to keep the enchantment going, which could mean her death if used to its fullest extent. Additionally, some measure of the absorbed attack is felt by the Enchanter, although, any potential damage is taken down a couple notches. As of now, Nimue has not deflected anything more than a charging bear (after which the ward broke) and so has no idea of the limits of her spell.
❖Aman tel’ Seldarine: Blessing of Protection - Largely similar to the Vara tel’ Seldarine, however, this enchantment is used to protect a single person with a very very powerful ward. In both cases (Vara and Aman versions), the protected person(s) cannot directly harm others otherwise the spell will be broken.
❖Kshonna wanya: Dispel - A largely complicated spell with varying effectiveness. Nimue can attempt to dispel a small area/room out of any magical traps and wards. It's effectiveness depends on the strength of the wards, and whether or not Nimue is familiar with the enchantment she wants to dispel. Currently, Nimue has only successfully dispelled classroom spells wherein the instructor purposefully dumbs down most of the wards for the benefit of the students.

3. Healing Magic - In the same way that Light is needed for all beings to grow, The Light can also be used to heal. While its effects are perhaps borderline negligible, Nimue has had a small measure of instruction in healing magic from a Healer from the Western elves back in Elfheim. As such, she can heal minor scrapes, lacerations and bruises in minutes when it would otherwise take a week or two.

Weapon of choice ❖ Nimue is pretty average with a bow for an elfand by average I mean, below average. She carries a finely crafted elven longdagger, which she uses to perform outstanding feats of wild potato and carrot cutting. "I make a killer wild vegetable soup!" ^3^;
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[div class=personal]PERSONALITY
Graces and strengths: ❖ Naturally inquisitive and an experience seeker, Nimue would be one of the few Ljosalfar who would take a more proactive position in relation to the mortals of Midgard. This open-mindedness results in more observant and faster cognitive ability in the relatively young elf. She loves exploration and sharing experiences making her a natural when it comes to mentoring others.
Flaws and weaknesses: ❖ Jumpy - Not exactly a coward (she's quite brave in fact), but Nimue tends to overreact to startling occurrences. Narcissistic - Nimue is a prettynoticethepun? vain being. The worse part, she is quite aware of the admiration and attention she receives, particularly from humans; often toying with their affections for the sake of amusement. She has been sternly reprimanded for this several times, so she has toned it down quite a bit compared to her past self. Impatient - Said to live for thousands of mortal years, an elf would have all the time in the world to make and wait for things to happen. Unless you're an elf named Nimue. Bimbo - I mean, a beautiful narcissistic elf who shrieks at her own shadow at night. What else could she be?.
Hobbies: ❖ Nimue is a great cookAt least, that's what she thinks. and seamstress. Loves singing, often incorporating it into her spellcasting. Can play the lyre or harp and used to perform ceremonial dances back in Elfheimr.
Quirks: ❖ Likes observing the human world, admires how quickly things can change in Midgard and the mortals apparent passion in living their very short lifespan to the fullest.
❖ Is a vegetarian.
❖ Touchy, sometimes to her detriment. Likes to explore her curiosity through her sense of touch.
❖ Loves music.
❖ Likes bitter things.
❖ Wears a silver pendant in the shape of a star with her at all times.
❖ Has moments where she just stares off into space for no particular reason.
❖ Once tricked a young man into thinking she was a fae who lived beneath a lake.

Memoire: ❖ Born the younger of two daughters into the Noble House of Tenequil in the Northern Kingdom of Elfheimr, she was raised to one day take her place as one of the leaders of the Northern Ljosalfar. She was taught in all the ways of a Lady of Tenequil, and she quickly found her element in the ceremonial dances and festivities held in honor of their God Freyr, as well as, in her study of magic. In fact, she had a natural affinity for Light Magic that surpassed many of her peers and even some of the older students, such that many said she would be the next protege of Nymerla Starsong, the Eledhwen (Elvish for Elven Light - The most powerful Light sorcerer in Northern Elfheimr).

But such as it was, one fated day, Nimue was tasked to retrieve a certain herb from the mortal world of Midgard. Upon first seeing the humans (she knew of them before, but only from the crinkly pages of lorebooks in the library), she was immediately entranced at the pace by which they lived their life. She found their exuberance and general sense of passion intriguing (not that the ljosalfar were any less passionate, but they do tend to take things in a more languid manner). This interest was further stoked when she returned several months later only to find that the realm of Midgard had changed drastically from whence she last visited. Thus, she resolved to visit the realm of mortal men more often, despite the warnings of her mentors.

During one of her stolen visits, she was swimming in a lake when she came across a young lad, barely a score years of age. It was the first time she actually encountered a human up close, and the young man was mesmerized by her otherworldly appearance; for some unknown reason, he could see Nimue's true appearance pass her Glimmer. Though awkward and tentative at first, the two struck up an unlikely friendship. Nimue refused to give the boy her name, so he resorted to calling her Vivienne. When the day was about to end, the boy begged her to stay. And after a brief moment of doubt, she agreed. Promising to be at the lake, waiting for him on the morrow's morn. The prospect of spending even more time in the unknown world thrilled her soul, and Nimue decided to relish the opportunity. Tomorrow came, and true to his word, the boy appeared. So they spent their days playing and walking the woods together, till dusk arrived and they'd promise to meet on the morrow's morn. A day turned into a week. A week turned into a month. Until one evening, not long after they bade their farewells and parted ways, a wave of sickness washed over Nimue. With a heavy heart, she realized her Glimmer was nearly gone. Thus, she had to leave the realm of Midgard behind without a proper goodbye, though she longed to be back as soon as she could. Back in Elfheimr, she received a chastening for her extended disappearance and for allowing herself to get so sick. As for the young boy, he stood by the water's edge on the morrow's morn and the beautiful fae never came.

Weeks passed before Nimue found herself strong enough to travel the realm once more, and she immediately did, with no small flutter of anticipation and anxiety pounding in her heart. She reached the lake eager to apologize to the boy for her disappearance, only to find that the boy was no longer a boy but an old man. He had waited by the water's edge every morning for fifty years, for Fae of the Lake to appear by his side once again. Every morn, he went home disappointed. Every morn, till today. With tears in their eyes the two friends embraced, and sought to relive the time they had spent together. Those stolen hours were bittersweet, as they no longer had the bliss of ignorance. Time was inexorably trudging on. The young ljosalfar girl, in a span of weeks, learned what many of her kind would never learn in a thousand years. Time was precious. Every day, every moment, was a second unlike which Nimue had never experienced before and so they sought to leave no path unwalked, no stone unturned and no time unlived. So when the time came for her to go, there were no tears left uncried. Before she left, Nimue finally told him her real name. It was then that the boy, now man, revealed that he was no ordinary mortal but a man of magic, and that he was close to finding a spell that would allow him to traverse the realms. Hope once again sparked in Nimue's chest, and she beamed tears of joy when Merlin promised to seek her out before his time was up.

Thus she returned, back to fair Elfheimr where she was reprimanded once again. Though t'was naught but a small wrongdoing, her repeated disobedience did rotten her chances of being Starsong's apprentice. But the young Ljosalfar did not care. With bated breath, every morn she would rush to the city's edge and keened her ears and eyes, hoping to find her dear friend. Days turned to weeks and finally, she could travel again. The fae returned to the water's edge, at the exact time and place, whence she had met her dearest friend all those years ago. But there was no boy, nor man.

Then a glint amidst the lapping waters caught her gaze and she reached between smooth pebbles of purest white and drew forth a star-shaped pendant of polished silver, tarnished by time. Nimue knew then, that Merlin was no more. She hugged the gift close to her breast as clear rivulets of tears streamed over alabaster cheeks for the friend that she had lost. For the friend, that had taught her what it meant to be alive.

Alas, Nimue returned home to the delight of her kin, and she was once more a daughter of Tenequil. But she never forgot, the boy from tomorrow's morn.
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[div class=miscellaneous]MISCELLANEOUS
Ambitions, goals or motivations: ❖ Experiencing life and all that it has to offer.
Secrets: ❖ Was named Vivienne once. A hopeless romantic... "If I tell you the rest, it wouldn't really be a secret wouldn't it? Why don't you ask me?"
Relation: ❖ -open for enquiries-
Death: ❖ "Death...? I suppose life... after death, would just be another adventure. Hopefully I'd have enough time to read every word of the Book of Life before I wander the endless chapters of Andlàngr."
Others: ❖
Favorite Constellation - Cassiopeia
Cover Theme - Nimue
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Sven Tyrson

Name: Sven Tyrson
Nickname: none
Age: 20
Birthday: 21 December (winter solstice)
Occupation: Student at the Malmö University
Years at camp: 8 years
Godly Attributes: A glove of Týr that gives the wearer more insight during battle
Norse parentage: Tyr
1534622519878.pngRace: Demigod
Gender: Male
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Green
Weight: 175 lbs
Height: 6’0
Body build: Muscular
Powers:
Odikinesis; during a battle he can make people feel uncertain, he needs to focus on the person so it only works good in one on one duels
War tactic; because he is son of the War God, Sven knows much about war tactics
Autority; people tend to follow him
Weapon of choice: Spear

Graces and strengths:
truthful; being the son of Tyr, who is also god of Justice, he speaks always the truth and can’t lie.
determined; Sven never gives up, continues to bare end and doesn’t mind dying in battle.
selflessness; Sven isn’t egoïstic, prefers to help others and doesn’t care for his own status
Flaws and weaknesses:
honesty; because he is always speaking the truth he can hurt people sometimes
following directions; especially in war-time he is used to being in command and has difficulties with taking orders
hotheadedness; Sven is easily irritated by other people
Hobbies: Hunting, planning wars and working out war tactics, DnD, binge watching war series
Quirks: Sven has also some weapons with him, also when he is at the university he has two knives in his boots, one at his back and another at his waist.
Memoire:
Sven was born in the big and thriving city Malmö, Sweden to a young woman named Hilda. From a young age Sven knew he was the son of Tyr, god of war, justice and selflessness. His mother had never hidden the fact that he was the son of a god, which meant he was a Demi-god and destined for big things. A normal kid would get a god complex, but Sven didn’t. He knew it was his destiny to serve the gods and eventually die and wait for Ragnarok, he accepted that fact when he was a teenager and started to read about the Norse Mythology to get a grasp of who his father was.
Around that time strange things also started to happen, his whole childhood and been normal, he saw weird creatures in the woods and sometimes he saw lights at the sea he couldn’t place. When told his mother that he was creatures where others saw Mist his mother told him about a camp for Demi-gods like Sven. The camp was the whole winter and Sven would learn there how to handle these creatures.
During his first winter at the camp he got to know many other demi-gods, elves, dwarves and even giants. From his half-siblings he learned the arts of war and fighting. Sven loved to spar and fight with other people and they often had battles with the children of Odin, the other god of war. The siblings of Sven were all much older then him, and when it was his third winter, many had left the camp and were able to live in world without having to train all the time. Sven was appointed head of the already small group because he was the best in the war tactics and the best spear-fighter, the main weapon of many sons and daughters of Tyr.
His live in the normal world also continued, he graduated from high school and started studying Norse Mythology at the university of Malmö. Now he is the eldest of his cabin and starts on his last year at the camp because he turns 21 this stay.
Miscellaneous: Sven is gay
Ambitions, goals or motivations: Sven’s goal is to eventually fight in the Ragnarok and defeat some monsters.
Secrets: He has a crush on Mikael
The chariot stopped on top of the hill. Sven looked at the valley below him, a whole army of monsters and evil demi-gods were fighting a small group of demi-gods and elves. Sven looked to his side, where another chariot had just stopped with the son of Odin in it “I told you, we are too late, they are lost” the boy said from his chariot. Sven looked angry at him “Never, never are we leaving our friends and family to die in battle, even if it means they go to Valhalla” Sven took his reins and the horse in front of his chariot started to run downhill “For winterian!” Sven screamed as he took his spear in his right hand and strapped his shield on his left arm. He rode towards the flank of the enemy, surprising them with a powerful force. The long range of the spear worked against the smaller swords of the opponent and many monsters fell. He tried to induce fear to his opponents, but it failed. Just after joining the battle he heard his friends follow him and engage in the fight. While putting his spear trough the monsters his eyes scanned the battlefield to find the supposed commander of the monsters. He saw a much older demi-god standing in a well-decorated chariot shouting command to the monster next to him.
Without hesitating Sven turned around and rode towards the supposed commander, while still putting monsters down. The commander of the enemy noticed Sven charging towards him and turned around to face Sven and ready himself for battle. Sven held his spear up and aimed for the weak spot of the armor of the commander, the armpit, but missed and the chariots crashed. Sven rolled over the ground to break his fall and then raised his sword to protect his head from the sword of his opponent. The shaft of his precious spear had broken somehow, and Sven could only fight with the tip. His opponent was way older then him and more experienced, but Sven wouldn’t give up. He had to protect his friends. While trying to stab his opponent he defended the incoming sword strikes with his shield who was beginning to suffer. With all his power left in his body he tried to induce fear at his opponent and for a moment he thought it had working when his opponent raised his brow. The guy raised his arm to and Sven quickly stabbed the guy in his armpit and with all his power he pushed to spear to the heart of the guy. Sven saw that his opponent closed his eyes and fall on the ground and breathing his last breath. However, then it was all black for Sven too. He felt an excruciating pain in his back, a spear had been driven in his back.
When he woke again he was in an enormous palace and he knew he had arrived in Valhalla.
 
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Basic Facts:
? Name: Koda Beaumont
? Nickname: N/A
? Age: 19
? Birthday: March 13th, 1999
? Occupation: Full Time Camper
? Years at camp: 5 years

Aesthetics:
Race: Demigod
? Gender: Male
? Hair color: Brown
? Eye color: Brown
? Weight: 180lbs
? Height: 5'8"
? Body build:
He's tall and muscular, sharp bone structure and curvy sides.

Godly Attributes:
? Norse parentage: Hoth, God of Darkness and Shadows
? Powers:
-Umbrakinesis:​
Being the son of Hoth, Koda has an affinity for the shadows and everything that comes with it. He has the ability to shift weapons out of shadows, but only one can be summoned at a time and it cannot be bigger than him. He can also shape non combative objects out of shadows. He can shoot bullets made out of shadows and fire them from his finger tips, which can possibly harm or graze an opponent. He also has the defensive ability to conjure a dome of solid shadows around him which will defend against attacks for a short time. Though this has the most draining of his powers, he is very likely to pass out after the shields go down. At this time he can't make separate domes, only if a person is nearby to him can they be protected too. When it's night his powers are more stronger and he's less drained.


? Weapon of choice:
A basic long sword, about 7ft long. He also has an arsenal of throwing daggers and he's not that bad with a bow and arrow.​

Personality:​
Koda is quite a sweet boy who always looks out for those around him. He is very brave despite his small size and he refuses to show fear. Even though there are times when he gets terrified to the point where he struggles to keep face. He's very loyal and wouldn't ever think about betraying anyone, he finds that if you cannot stay true to those you love, then you have no place caring for them. He's quite wise for his age, it could be because he was forced to grow up beyond his years. Having to live on the streets will do that for you.

Koda is by no means a perfect person. He has the flaws of being a human, he can be quite selfish and bratty. He likes winning, so that brings out the prideful part of him. He sometimes calls himself "The Great Koda" when referring to himself. Not all the time, though most of the time it's a joking manner. He's very street smart and has learned how to get away from trouble and other obstacles. He has determination that wont quit, if he sets his mind to something he feels as if he could accomplish anything.

Despite all of this, Koda is scared about a lot of things. If you ever were to make an enemy of Koda, he would hate you relentlessly and hold it against you until the day you die. He's only mildly forgiving, you'd have to have a good reason or change very extremely for him to forgive you. He holds grudges quite well. He's moody to a fault and has a horrible temper, that he's learned to control. His trust is hard to earn but when you earn it, he'll be your greatest ally in life and in death.

? Hobbies:
-Video Games
-Reading
-Target Practice
-Watching any type of Cartoons

? Quirks:
-He likes scaring people, so jumping out of shadows and spooking the hell out of campers is his forte.
-Clicks his tongue and makes a hissing sound when he's in deep thought.
-Can't control his energy at times and hops his heels.​

Memoire:
Koda was born from a whirlwind romance between Hoth and the human woman Ameilia. Whether or not they were really in love, or just looking for a fling was not knowledge Koda ever received. He grew up resenting his father who was never around to provide for his mother and him. He worked hard to make good grades in school, so he could take care of his mom and lessen her load. She was a hardworking single mother, never had the desire to find a man to engage in a relationship with. He loved his mother very much and hated to see her in pain from her long hours.

It was when he was eleven he found out his mother was dabbling in some shady things to put food on the table. The hours she worked wasn't providing nearly enough for bills, food and rent. She had taken up drop off jobs for the local gangs. She got caught in the crossfire between two rival gangs and was killed. Koda sat at home one day and was unsure where she was. It became late and he started to worry something horrible had happened. That's when there was a knock on the door. It was the police. Informing him that his mother was dead. It was like the world crashed down on him. His mother? Gone? He couldn't breathe and he fell to the floor.

He was taken in by his grandparents. They didn't pay too much mind to him and didn't really acknowledge his existence. He spent a lot of time hanging out on the street with the local street kids and even sleeping out there. He would only come home for meals and a bath. He picked up a few savvy skills out there, like street smarts and moves. It was only at twelve did his strange powers start to show. He noticed the shadows and night had an affinity for him and he started practicing with these new found powers.

One of the rare times he decided to sleep in a bed he woke up to an envelope next to his pillow. A letter saying he was required to attend Camp Winterian Wyrd. It was then that his grandparents showed any mind to him and bluntly told him that he was born out of wedlock with a Norse god, Hoth, the God of Darkness and Shadows. So the reason they didn't look at him with pride was because it was against their beliefs to have intercourse out of wedlock and something about pagan gods. They basically handed him off to the camp and told him never to return.

His years in camp were comforting to him. He trained vigorously, he had always dreamed of being a hero like in the comics and cartoons he loved so much. No matter what he went through he always remained a kid at heart. He even picked up a hobby of learning about mythology, it was all so interesting to him. He decided to stay year round and get stronger as a hero.
Miscellaneous:
? Ambitions, goals or motivations:
-One day go to college, right now he's more focused on camp life
-Become the hero he has always dreamed of being, mastering his powers.
? Secrets:
-He keeps a stash of collector cards under his bed. He wont let anyone touch them, gets real snippy when they are found. Possibly protective over them.
-He's quite closeted, he's afraid of being judged for his sexuality.
? Relation:
-Ameila Beaumont: Mother
-Hoth: Father
? Death:
Koda isn't afraid of death, in fact he welcomes it. He's eager to fight along side his fellow campers and the Valkyries in the name of Odin. He's not afraid of admitting it either. It's not something he tries to hide. He would be honored do so, and almost proud as well.
? Others:
XxxxX​
 
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