Post by Astrid on Jun 4, 2012 2:32:11 GMT -5
Name: Astrid
Age: 15
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Image:
Key/Lock Holder : Hiccup as far as I'm concerned and if Hiccup's good with it :3
Brief History:
Astrid was the typical viking-ess. Dangerous. Not to mention suspicious, and determined. Born to a clan of vikings that hunted and killed dragons, all she'd ever known was the constant cycle of protecting the town from the air raids as well as putting out resulting fires. She trained hard to be the best, to become the teen who killed the dragon. Leave it up to the chief's son to turn that all upside down. The redhead managed to befriend a dragon and turn all she'd thought prior into a bunch of useless mumbo jumbo. From there everything spiraled. Berk became dragon friendly, and the world before pet dragons seemed to fade from existence. She even began to have a thing for the redhead that had brought it all on.
After that she appeared on the island with a lock. With the vague understanding that someone in the elaborate mansion held the key. It seemed like some strange game or something of the sort.
Sample Post:
Astrid fiddled angrily with the lock, hooked on a chain around her neck. If waking up on an island and being handed the small, metallic object with its cryptic riddle wasn't enough, someone else in the mansion had the key to the lock. Some metaphor to being the 'key to her heart' she supposed. If it was a complete stranger, well she'd be cursing up a storm to the gods. Though licking at the tip of her mind was an idea of a person. That was if the gangly red-head was here. The blonde proceeded to stand up and heavily stomp away. If there was someone here that would try some ironic lock and key joke, they'd be severely discouraged by her outwardly aggressive demeanor. Her viking looks, however, could just as easily be discouraging. Sharp spikes not only on her skirt but shoulders and the bird skulls that happily glared gloomily at the world. Very inviting indeed. What was worse, she had no double edged axe to send time and boys on their merry way.
Astrid finally found a spot in shade that seemed to satisfy her wants for a comfortable place to sit. Icy blue eyes cautiously glanced over her surroundings and the people who mingled and those who leaned awkwardly away. The furious blonde had her own personal bubble of angry, intimidating viking space. The only thing that infuriated Astrid more than the vulnerability of having to trust that someone had the key, was the fact that she needed that one person with the key too... what? It's not like they were being kept prisoner, however they weren't openly being allowed to leave.
What was the motive for all of this anyway? For having a bunch of random people join together and find the lock to their key or key to their lock? Some sick game? Or someone's idea of helping? Maybe this was some new sort of amusement for the gods. Astrid cast a glower towards the sky just in case the gods played a part in this. Muttering a few un-ladylike swears under her breath, Astrid heaved a sigh. Her blue gaze catching something red in the distance.
((This what you get from me at 12:30 in the morning and without roleplaying for a LONG time xD))
Age: 15
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Image:
Key/Lock Holder : Hiccup as far as I'm concerned and if Hiccup's good with it :3
Brief History:
Astrid was the typical viking-ess. Dangerous. Not to mention suspicious, and determined. Born to a clan of vikings that hunted and killed dragons, all she'd ever known was the constant cycle of protecting the town from the air raids as well as putting out resulting fires. She trained hard to be the best, to become the teen who killed the dragon. Leave it up to the chief's son to turn that all upside down. The redhead managed to befriend a dragon and turn all she'd thought prior into a bunch of useless mumbo jumbo. From there everything spiraled. Berk became dragon friendly, and the world before pet dragons seemed to fade from existence. She even began to have a thing for the redhead that had brought it all on.
After that she appeared on the island with a lock. With the vague understanding that someone in the elaborate mansion held the key. It seemed like some strange game or something of the sort.
Sample Post:
Astrid fiddled angrily with the lock, hooked on a chain around her neck. If waking up on an island and being handed the small, metallic object with its cryptic riddle wasn't enough, someone else in the mansion had the key to the lock. Some metaphor to being the 'key to her heart' she supposed. If it was a complete stranger, well she'd be cursing up a storm to the gods. Though licking at the tip of her mind was an idea of a person. That was if the gangly red-head was here. The blonde proceeded to stand up and heavily stomp away. If there was someone here that would try some ironic lock and key joke, they'd be severely discouraged by her outwardly aggressive demeanor. Her viking looks, however, could just as easily be discouraging. Sharp spikes not only on her skirt but shoulders and the bird skulls that happily glared gloomily at the world. Very inviting indeed. What was worse, she had no double edged axe to send time and boys on their merry way.
Astrid finally found a spot in shade that seemed to satisfy her wants for a comfortable place to sit. Icy blue eyes cautiously glanced over her surroundings and the people who mingled and those who leaned awkwardly away. The furious blonde had her own personal bubble of angry, intimidating viking space. The only thing that infuriated Astrid more than the vulnerability of having to trust that someone had the key, was the fact that she needed that one person with the key too... what? It's not like they were being kept prisoner, however they weren't openly being allowed to leave.
What was the motive for all of this anyway? For having a bunch of random people join together and find the lock to their key or key to their lock? Some sick game? Or someone's idea of helping? Maybe this was some new sort of amusement for the gods. Astrid cast a glower towards the sky just in case the gods played a part in this. Muttering a few un-ladylike swears under her breath, Astrid heaved a sigh. Her blue gaze catching something red in the distance.
((This what you get from me at 12:30 in the morning and without roleplaying for a LONG time xD))
