Post by Brynhildr on Nov 6, 2010 10:01:41 GMT -5
Lancer
"Death is a gift for some."
"Death is a gift for some."
OTHER ALIAS: //[/color] Hildr, Brünhilde, Brynhild, Hild, Grimhild (Many name variations), The Fallen Valkyrie
CURRENT AGE: //[/color] 25
YEAR OF BIRTH: //[/color] Before 300 CE
GENDER: //[/color] F
ALIGNMENT: //[/color] Lawful Evil
OCCUPATION: //[/color] Servant, Shield Maiden (Valkyrie), The Unlucky One
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- Removing the helmet
- The naive young Maiden
- 4444 or 666. Doom awaits, known as a demon in Central Europe.
- After a Battle
HEIGHT: //[/color] 181
WEIGHT: //[/color] 72
EYE COLOR: //[/color] Blue to Violet
HAIR COLOR: // [/color] Raven (Hint of Violet)
PIERCINGS: //[/color] None
TATTOOS: //[/color] None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: //[/color] Wears armor and helmet that makes her hard to identify from distances.
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- Haughty and Stoic
- Hildr is known for her pride, which was also her downfall in many aspects. Although she should have learned, it is still a major aspect of her personality and it also shows in her treatment of others. She is haughty, especially towards normal humans and almost never loses her cold, stoic expression. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and her main part of expression. She rarely smiles. Not that she had much to smile about. One most likely to be identified as an evil b*t**.
- Justice does not need to be good
- She is uncaring and cold blooded following her very own ideal of justice. Although she had once used her wisdom to be a good maiden, friend and ally, she had been consumed too often by grief, sorrow and almost madness to allow herself a decision by human emotions anymore. It also carries to extreme at times, where she would kill an entire clan to punish just one person. For example the family of a murderer to show him the pain.
- Distorted Sense of Justice
- She bends the rules as she sees fit. Rules that once had been accepted by her are less likely to be broken because she simply has accepted them as hers, but she does not follow the rules of others, just because she may be their ally at the moment. She also finds negative aspects in other people easier than herself and hates getting betrayed to a degree where she turns into a paranoid, wrath thirsty Woman of Destruction. It brings the ugliest aspects of her soul to the surface and she does exactly use the very strategies, she had condemned in the others before, like backstabbing and lying.
- Jealous Wraith
- Brynhild is a proud woman, and although it can't be seen in her behavior actually very emotional and inexperienced. In terms of love she is not much better than a child, whose very first love ended betraying her. She never overcame that and froze herself in that moment, reliving it several times. If she ever feels betrayed, ignored or left out, she will turn her negative traits to the extreme and is prone to make wrong decisions or simply throw a tantrum. The fallen Valkyrie is also someone who has problems to forgive others, once they have done something to earn her hatred.
- Emotional Cripple or high EQ?
- Brynhild is certainly not the most lucky when it comes to show emotions or act accordingly. She has also been hurt very often in many ways, but although she would not necessarily warm up to people with a similar personality or past, she can understand them and accepts them more likely than the little princesses who received everything while just being ordinary mortals.
LIKES: //[/color]
- The sky
- Her father (while hating him~)
- Strength
- Character
DISLIKES: //[/color]
- Her father (Yes complex)
- Death
- Her first love
- Most mortals
- Herself
STRENGTHS: //[/color]
Hildr is extremely fast in aerial combat and able to perform repetitive fast strikes that can increase her strength for attacks. She is also respectively strong in general and quite durable. Someone hard to kill, while dishing out killing blows left and right.
WEAKNESSES: //[/color]
She does not like to obey a master, if they don't earn her respect first. She treats people like trash and her abilities are more useful for offense, rather than defense. She can't forgive and would probably die, consumed by her own hatred.
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MY LEGEND: //[/color] Legend (Only one suitable option of the main saga. There are many Sagas around the very same character.... all accounts that could fit into a main story line were implemented. (There would still have been more. @_@)
MY HISTORY: //[/color]
Despite being a Valkyrie of the Northern Regions, my legend has crossed over into many other territories in Europe, not always receiving the same name, but this did not change that it was still me and none else.
Born as a daughter of Odin, a shield maiden and one of his noblest Valkyries it was my duty to collect fallen warriors to prevent the dawn of the age of gods. We all received knowledge from the godfather Odin, but his love for me was even exceeding my own thirst for knowledge and I received more wisdom than any of them. Skilled as a warrior and with the strength of dozens I was chosen to wander the realm of the mortals and fulfill my duty. Given a swan dress as a parting gift I proceeded downwards, but my descent was not unseen and a mortal, his name Agnar, witnessed my change from a swan into my human form. He was very daring, honestly a part of me would wish for never having met this man, as he was the begin of my foolish downfall.
He tricked me and coerced me into becoming his shield maiden and I obeyed. A
I had become a mortal woman and the Norns were already eagerly spinning the threads of my destiny and they certainly were threading all their hatred for my existence into my future. At this moment, my sorrowful father Odin, grieving because of losing his wisest of the battle maidens, rode down on Sleipner and bowed before me. For a moment my internal feelings might have wavered before seeing my powerful father lowering his head before me, a daughter who had disobeyed her father and lord, but the hatred and disgust about Asgards plans had filled my heart with nothing but anger. The prize Midgard had to pay to allow Asgards existence seemed too high.
Unflinching I heard his question about one last wish of mine, before my mortal life was about to begin for real. There was none, other than keeping my pride. Only the bravest hero should come and claim me as his wife. I was put asleep, like a princess to be awoken by her prince in shining armor, and put to rest in a hall. Around it the dwarves built a wall of mountings and circling fire. The fire was my protecting barrier, rising high into the sky.
Years had to pass until a young man finally granted my wish. A hero, I saw great promise in this man and once again like a naive girl spoke about my life and past experiences. I had honestly thought that he would love me. My pride was held high, but cursed to be mortal, that object in my chest, my heart had fallen for him. But he meant that he was not ready yet, his glory not as big as his fathers and he had to continue his battle.
He left me alone once again until the day we should reunite and marry, our promise sealed by the ring he put on my finger. We would not marry another person. There was nothing to gain in this hall surrounded by fire, he was gone and I honed my skills with the spear, the sword and Archery. The tools for the arts of war bestowed to me by my father, years ago when he had set me into this house.
I waited and waited, wondering day in and out when the moment would come to seal our promise, but I was not astouned bad when another came through the barrier to meet me, his name Gunnar. How could there be another? This question on my mind, I approached him. It was clear that the runes could not be wrong, but they had never mentioned that there would be another who could get through the barrier. Although my pride was ready to accept my fate, my heart had already belonged to the brave man, Sigurd, my foolish mortal heart. There had to be more to test than his ability to pass the barrier and I tried my best to fight him in combat. We wrestled for a long time and none was moving an inch, my respect grew, but also my disdain, for I was not willing to become the wife of another.
Then he managed to take the ring off my finger and it seemed like the promise was removed along with my strength. No more than a powerless puppet, this man had succeeded and no more a warrior, no wise woman, just some prize I was brought into the kingdom. There my heart was completely broken, when I was brought before Sigurd and his wife Gudrun receiving my welcome into the family. He had broken our oath and taken another. My heart broken, my previous love for Sigurd turned into justified hatred. That swine had dared to hurt my heart, my pride, he had forgotten about me as easily as my lance finding its way into a heart and married another.
I had become a queen, but obtaining happiness would have been the goal. Now one of theirs, it was still impossible to group myself in with them. How could they call themselves my equals? But especially Gudrun, that lowlife, thieving cat and disgusting snake was the most annoying. I could not understand what Sigurd saw in her, why he had chosen her over me, and I tried to avoid her as much as possible. But as stupid as she was, she approached me confronted me and a quarrel revealed a truth that was too much to handle. Sigurd had not only forgotten about me, but he had tricked me, cheated and played with my heart. It was he in the shape of Gunnar who had approached me once more and now that woman wore the ring that was supposed to be mine!?
The shame was too much to bear and not only my love, but also my pride turned to hatred to this monster. He deserved no less than death. By means, maybe unbecoming for an honored Valkyrie, I had no pride left anymore and did not feel regret at resorting to more vile measures. Justice had to be dealt, justice to quench my desires for revenge. But not only did my husband ignore my pleads, I received a treatment, none could fathom to grasp. Instead of spending the night as I desired, I felt like an invisible form abused my body and all just because I did not wish to sleep with this coward!? There was no way he had ever accepted my requests. The search continued and finally I could indirectly end his existence. It could not have run better, but my heart was empty. All I received was the ring.
Somehow I ended up losing even more during this conflict, and not even death was granted to me. Had it been disgust or love of my father, he did not allow me to die a mortal's death. Like a never ending hell, pushed as a mortal into the greatest of conflicts until my Valkyrie Powers awoke once more, I continued to see scenes of cruelty and never ending torment. The enjoyment of seeing people suffer grew and whenever allowed to find some peace in a bond of trust with a person, this person was taken from me, and the thirst for revenge imbued once more. In High Middle Germany the tales about me where so bad, that I ended up being mistaken for a demon, a creature of darkness and death, but I did not mind and many fell through my weapons, not always allowed as an Einherjar as a result.
I allowed that monstrosity Attila to marry me, plotting his end. He was a strong man, a bulk of muscles, and only his teeth rivaled his physical powers, but he had taken what was not his and on our wedding night he found his end by my hands, like many before him. His lust and desire for parties had lead to his downfall.
Torn between being a mortal as well as a Valkyrie, leading a life between life and death, I began to lose all hope and uncertain what I really wished for. On one hand it was the life of others, and on the other hand it was my own death to end it, or more to be forgiven and wander through the halls of Asgard once more. It did not seem that the gods were willing to forgive me or the Norns could just not stop their creativity with my fate, when a man named Hedin came to take me as his wife and I was charmed by his heroic spirit. I am not even now sure if all this ill fate was deserved or mere trickery, if I just could not stop being stupid or why I continued with my conflicting emotions, feeling love and sympathy for humans and on the other hand sheer disgust and superiority.
But I just could not stop... Hoedin, the person who was the father in this drama, came to my rescue just to see that his daughter was well, but he had already drawn his weapon, Dainsleif and war broke out. Did I just foolishly ended up to bring chaos to Midgard, conflict that humans could kill each other to produce new Einherjar? I don't know, but I was betrayed, ended up betraying others and killed so often that I lost track. My feelings did not allow myself to watch this any longer. Odin, my father had forsaken me. He held no pity even after seeing me undergo all those trials, all of this tragedy, all for but one time of disobedience, the others just too willingly, out of regret playing along with his desires and all of this even after I had been condemned to remain in Midgard.
Brynhild the Valkyrie had enough, I did not want this battle to end and the Hildr (Battle) had to continue. No one of those people should ever become an Einherjar and my strong desire gave birth to their immortality. I ended up reviving them, into a world of never ending battle. Was it painful or was it enjoyable? The bloodshed, seeing them die over and over again just to stand up ready for the fight once again on the next day was not to end until the day of Ragnarok, when the gods ended and so did my powers. How many people I killed in cold blood, claiming Hoedin's weapon just to revive them later, I don't know. A wonderful gift or a curse? I assume both, yet I was sure that no mortal should ever gain the ability to reign over life and death. In the final moments of my life, I realized that it was not death I sought and I made a wish...
MY GOALS: //[/color] Rebirth of the Gods
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Brynhildr's spear
An ordinary spear as one could call it, but a weapon forged by dwarfs for the Valkyries, creatures closely related to the fairies. It is thus relatively durable. It also is inscribed with runes, but otherwise still just a spear without a greater legend behind it.
Dainsleif
Dainsleif is a demonic sword from the Nibelungen, a cursed Noble Phantasm that brings ruin to its possessor. It is a demonic sword handed down the family that killed the Northern European hero Sigurd, and it is a Noble Phantasm originally possessed by the dragon Fafnir. It has a strong curse of "revenge", but it also guides its possessor to ruin. Demonic swords and holy swords contain both glory and ruin, but this Noble Phantasm only brings ruin to its possessor.
The Dainsleif is also used in another legend, but wielded by Hoegin and during the conflict certainly more than just once by Hildr. A weapon made by dwarfs, who are renowned to be almost as great in producing weapons as the fairies. They were ordered to create a weapon that never misses, easily cuts through armor, never rusts and never breaks. They succeeded but put a curse on it, meant to also harm the user in the end. It is better off remaining sheathed.
NOBLE PHANTASM: //[/color]
Dainsleif - The Demon Blade
Rank: C+
Type: Anti-Unit
Max Targets: 1
The sword can't be sheathed before its thirst is not stilled, after drawn. Strikes almost automatically find their way on a target, making evading close to impossible. Blocking is still fine, but it also ignores heavy armor, able to lower all END stats by one and deal auto damage to END C and below. Wounds inflicted by this weapon don't heal. It is nonetheless not automatically a fatal wound. Even light wounds count as inflicted damage.
The sword replaces Hildr's basic attack, but she needs to feed it with prana and blood during its use. If she does not succeed to hurt a target at least lightly within 2 rounds, she will suffer damage herself. It also needs to be put to rest after 5 successful attacks or it would grow too greedy and claim her own life, like a death curse, that could hardly be avoided.
Divine Assault - Nibelung Valesti
Rank: B+
Type: Anti-Army
Max Targets: 50
Although her weapon may not be the most extra ordinary, Brynhildr is the daughter of the god Odin and very skilled in the use of minor spells and the application of Runes. She rises into the sky, charges her weapon with a complex formula that has similarities to a spell and activates the runes on her weapon by pouring prana into the weapon before throwing it down at her opponents. The height and the power of gravity as well as her enchantments on the weapon are the means of this attack to produce damage. The damage of the explosion is big enough to wipe out a bigger group of enemies.
Never-ending Cries of War
Rank: A++ // A
Type: Support
Max Targets: 1000 // Self
Hildr's manifestation of despair and desire to keep the world running in a never ending circle of death and Rebirth. Close to a Reality Marble, albeit just a large scale miracle and seemingly turning back time as so often seen in the Halls of Odin, she is able to revive people in her surroundings. Because she does not have any respective ties with anyone in Lucca it would be by far more difficult and she would need to cut down severely in terms of numbers. 1000 would be the absolute maximum of her current abilities.
The sheer amount of the required prana for this feature does not allow it, though. A full supply and good master could allow her to revive up to 10 heavily wounded, although it would be better to aid one's master only. The Rank for this is A++. The usual Rank is only A and a spell or curse for herself. She simply cannot die and returns unharmed into combat after falling. As prana is not restored after the NP has done its deed, it is not possible to repeat this more than once.. or eventually twice per combat.
CLASS ABILITIES: //[/color]
Magic Resistance - Rank C:
Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. She obviously fell a little too often for magic.
SKILLS: //[/color]
Bravery - Rank B:
Immunity to psychic and psychological ailments.
Divinity - Rank B:
She is a daughter of Odin, but the Valkyries are often described as demi-gods while not even being daughters of Odin. Although Brynhild is a daughter of Odin she is a fallen Valkyrie and thus received a lowering of her Divinity Rank. Her mother was supposedly a goddess, after all. She is a demi-god and mortal. (more or less)
Flight - Rank A:
She has wings and can use them. The wings allow a faster movement and affect the users agility greatly, but unlike floating Casters this drains energy. Except for fast escape and attack rushes, it is only partly effective in combat because she needs to adapt to the land dwellers for actual melee combat. Flight is required for her NP Nibelung Valesti.
Rune Magic - Rank B (A+):
Knowledge about this type of Magecraft originated from northern Europe.
A: Capable of using the entire set of runes taught to mortals.
A+: and having seen the runes of knowledge from her father, Odin.
She basically still only uses the same runes as those with Rank B knowledge usually and only applies higher levels on her weapon during special attacks and has shown to make too many mistakes in real life without making proper use of her knowledge.
STRENGTH: //[/color] B+ (*)
ENDURANCE: //[/color] C
AGILITY: //[/color] A++
MANA: //[/color] A
LUCK: //[/color] E
NOBLE PHANTASM: // [/color] A++
(*) mainly during an initial dash or dive thanks to speed
(**) Indicator ++ for flight only
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FACE CLAIM: //[/color] Hrist, Valkyrie Profile
OTHER CHARACTERS: //[/color] Saber - Mordred, Master - Celestina, Caster - Amaterasu, Master - Aya Howard, Berserker - Kim, Master - Lumivellamo, Master - Alexandra R. v. Ehre
MISC. INFORMATION: //[/color] Norse Mythology is amusing as it is quite confusing. Terms are often changed to terms and Brynhildr has at least 4 different Sagas revolving around her. In one she is the daughter of Odin, in another of a king, in one depiction Hildr is the daughter of that very king, thus turning them into one and the same person, and yet in another she is the killer of Attila. I try to use everything to form my own Brynhildr, and yes... I don't want to wait any longer. Thus my slots are filled. No Bradamante after all.
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