Karnivor's crew
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Ragnhild Sigurdsdottir is one of a small band of barbarians recently arrived to Narfell from the far north. She and her kinsmen and women speak no Common (yet), only an unintelligeble, harsh sounding language (glacial barbarian, or gb in short).
Ragnhild is a tall and leanly muscular young woman, seldom seen without her trusty spear in her hand. She is striking rather than beautiful, though her long legs and golden hair might attract some attention. Her eyes are a pale icy blue, her mouth wide and usually grinning. Tattooes in red and black ochre snake up and down her arms and legs. The careful observer might notice the stylized depiction of wolves in the motive.
Ragnhild is a simple girl, content with the small pleasures in life: fighting, drinking and enjoying the comradery of her small circle of friends. She is quick to anger, but even more quick to laughter. When it comes to men she is more than a little naive, having chosen the life of a battle maiden rather than a wife. Like many barbarians she takes great pride in her scars, viewing them as a token of battle prowess. She carries herself with pride and loves to run rather than walk, setting off in an easy, wolflike trot. In many ways Ragnhild is childlike and rash and might be considered quite a bloodthirsty girl, but she's also got a warm and caring side to her.
Height: about 180 cm
Weight: 65-70 kilos
Hair: Golden blond and curly, often in a state of disarray
Eyes: Pale blue, tilting slightly upwardsAttributes:
Strength: 18 - Strength is the single most highly valued attribute in Ragnhild's eyes, along with the concept of honour. Her naturally athletic build has been furthered throughout the years by playing with her brothers, by wrestling and of course by the brutal way she uses her spear.
Dexterity: 14 - Refusing the use of heavier armour, Ragnhild can take full advantage of her natural grace. In spite of hardly ever using ranged weapons, she is quite a decent shot.
Endurance: 15 - Growing up in the inhospitable Glaciers have made Ragnhild tougher and sturdier than most. Years of enthusiastic practice has given her an impressive stamina for both ale drinking and running.
Wisdom: 10 - Ragnhild often thinks with her heart rather than her mind, letting her emotions decide her course of action. She can be surprisingly insightful and emphatic, but also tends to be more than a little naive and trusting, as well as impulsive and rash.
Intelligence: 10 - A true barbarian when it comes to all things scholarly. Ragnhild doesn't read or write, and indeed refuses to even try to learn. Her accent may lead some to the conclusion that she is not the sharpest tool in the shed, yet she is not as simple as some might think.
Charisma: 10 - Ragnhild is neither stunningly attractive nor plain when looks are concerned. She's certainly far from being a great leader, yet seems quite successful at dragging others off on adventures, probably due to her bubbly enthusiasm and the joy she spreads around her.
(update) During her stay in the Narfell area, Ragnhild has picked up quite a lot of Common, though her dialect is still clearly foreign. She is also perhaps a little less rash than when she first arrived, due to the diligent work of her friends and tutors. Still, it is more likely that she resists the urge to charge the enemy head-on out of concern for her friends feelings, rather than for her own safety. The most significant change in Ragnhilds life must be the fact that she has now left the life of a battle maiden behind her. Through a long and rather arduous ritual, the young woman is now but a simple warrior, free to seek a mate of her choice.
(update nr 2) Those who get close to Ragnhild might have noticed that she now smells sweetly of wildflowers, though knowing Ragnhild, it is highly unlikely that she would ever bother using any kind of perfume. Fragrance aside, she remains much the same as always.
(update nr 3) After her wedding to the warrior Zoma, Ragnhild wears a new tattoo across her heart, depicting a wolf and a snowcat side by side. She is also never seen without a pair of golden bracers covering her forearms. The bracers are formed of gold wire intertwined and twisted in a beautiful pattern, with various precious stones woven into the design.
(update nr 4) Ragnhild is now the proud mother of a baby girl, Lycka Zomasdottir. The little offspring has her mother's eyes and temperament, but in general she resembles her father Zoma more, her hair a startling silver just like his.
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Lycka is the daughter of well-known Gypsy Camp residents and noted warriors Ragnhild and Zoma. She and the couple's adoptive daughter Asha have been a regular sight around the camp throughout their childhood, and when it comes to Lycka, not only a sight but above else a sound. It seems whatever the young Lycka is up to, she is nearly always singing her way through it, unless interrupted by a fit of giggles. Long time camp residents might recall her being a very loud and energetic child, though since her return from a prolonged trip to the Great Glaciers, she appeared much subdued. Now however, much of that spark seems to have been rekindled in the teenage girl, who is an apprentice at the Bardic College aswell as a trainee for the Gypsy Warriors pink armband division.
Race: Human.
Height: 175 cm.
Weight: Slim, but reasonably well toned in muscle.
Age: Late teens.
Skin: Lycka has a fair, creamy smooth complexion, with a (for her) embarrassing tendency to blush a number of shades of pink.
Eyes: Her eyes are a mirror image of her mother Ragnhild's eyes - pale icy blue, tilting slightly upwards.
Hair: Lycka has fine silver-white hair that falls in soft waves down to her shoulders, often pulled back into a practical ponytail while she's practicing her martial arts.
Facial features: An undoubtedly attractive and exotic face with traces of both her northern and her vaguely eastern heritage. Lycka has high, strong cheekbones and full lips that seem to always be on the verge of a radiant smile.
Distinguishing features: Tribal tattoos in red and black ochre adorn her forearms and shins, the motive primarily consisting of stylized wolves running and cavorting.
Voice and languages: Lycka has a clear, pleasant and melodic voice with an impressive range and strength, capable of hitting some seriously high notes. Usually she hums softly to herself, the melody depending greatly on her mood, though in combat her song is more fierce and compelling, ranging from cheerful and inspirational chants to a high-pitched wail aimed at the unfortunate foe. She's adept at languages and an eager learner, so far fluent in her mothers native Glacial Barbarian tongue and goblin, apart from common.
Body build/ movement: Like most of her kin on her mother's side, Lycka is taller than your avarage Narfell girl. Though a bit shorter and considerably less muscular than her mother, she nonetheless has inherited Ragnhild's long, shapely legs and quite eye-catching figure. Lycka moves with grace and rythm, as if to some inner music, more often than not an air of energetic joyfulness in her every step.
Combat style: Being a young and inexperienced warrior in training, Lycka is still unsure of her combat style, testing a variety of weapons and techniques under the patient tutelage of Aelthas and sometimes William. It is already apparant that she is far less reckless and wild in battle than her mother, much to everyone's relief perhaps. Lately she seems to favour a finely made longsword and tower shield, often crouching in a defensive style behind the shield.
Attributes:
Strenght: 14
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 12
Wisdom: 10
Intelligence: 14
Charisma: 15
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Sabre is a sailor and trader belonging to the Black Sails organisation and is usually seen sporting the guild's distinctive colours, black and gold. She flirts habitually and shamelessly with mostly anyone, often peddling a few odd and exotic consumables while she's at it. Sabre is quite attractive in a scruffy, street-alley cat sort of way, and seems to take full advantage of that fact. She may come across as a bit jaded at times and keeps an amused distance to most things that life throws at her, though eight-legged creatures never seem to fail to rattle her calm.
Race: Human
Height: About 155 cm
Weight: Slender, bordering on skinny
Age: Looks somewhere in her twenties.
Skin: Sabre's skin is tanned a peachy bronze from her life at sea. It is also surprisingly smooth and soft considering her occupation, apart from her hands that bear the callouses of hard manual labour.
Eyes: Her eyes are almond shaped, an indeterminate blueish-green in colour and framed by long, black eyelashes.
Hair: Sabre's hair is sleek, straight and raven-black in colour, habitually kept short-cropped in a rather boyish style.
Facial features: Her face and ears sport several piercings, golden rings and studs decorating them. Her features are regular with a certain androgynous quality, and her nose has a tiny crook in it as if it's been broken at one point.
Distinguishing features: a tattoo on each forearm, the blue-green waves of Umberlee on her left and a significantly smaller symbol of Valkur on her right.
Voice and languages: Sabre's voice is low, with a hint of raspiness to it. She speaks Common with a sailor's twist to it, and is also not unfamiliar with the shadier form of communication known as Thieves Cant.
Body build/ movement: Sabre is small and slight, with a somewhat boyish figure and a rear that has been known to turn both male and female heads. She moves with the rolling gait of a born sailor, swaggering along, rarely in any real hurry unless forced to pick up her pace. She is lithe and rather graceful, albeit not in a traditionally female manner.
Combat style: Being small and neither very sturdy nor strong, Sabre has come to rely on her good aim and quick reflexes when it comes to fighting. She rarely, if ever, charge the enemy, preferring to take her time and aim where it hurts instead, usually from a safe distance or bravely hiding behind someone larger. She's a decent shot, and wields her two short-swords (or "butter knives") with a certain finesse. In a brawl she will not hesitate to use a few dirty, but effective short-cuts to survival.
Attributes:
Strenght: 12 - In spite of her small stature and slender build, Sabre nontheless possesses a certain wiry strenght, mainly due to her many years of working as a sailor.
Dexterity: 19 - Sabre's greatest advantage in combat and at sea is her agility, good balance and sure aim. She will typically try to dodge and wriggle out of harm's way, seek out the enemy's weak spot and strike, her accuracy compensating her lack of brute strenght.
Constitution: 12 - Not the sturdiest person, but perhaps less flimsy than she sometimes pretends, Sabre can weather most storms and holds her liquor like a true sailor. Her tolerance for pain is definitively higher than it appears, as she tends to wring as much drama out of her injuries as possible, but endurance is one of her weak points.
Wisdom: 10 - Sabre is not the wisest of persons, but does possess a strong sense of self-preservation. Though not completely lacking in insight, she nontheless suffers from a legendarily weak will, a fact that has created quite a few messes for her in the past. Hence she often realizes that what she's about to do is not a wise course of action, yet can't quite stop herself from doing it anyway.
Intelligence: 14 - Quick-witted, verbal and with a keen sense for profit, Sabre is a bit sharper than your avarage sailor. Though not much of a scholar, she has picked up bits and pieces of knowledge in all sorts of areas, enabling her to tamper with traps, scrolls and magical equipment with some success.
Charisma: 12 - Sabre is certainly attractive enough in her own way, but her looks are probably not everyone's cup of tea. She can be both persuasive and charming, and usually displays a carefree attitude and a somewhat raunchy sense of humour. As a leader she is still a little unsure of herself, though with her new rank that is improving.
