Posts by Skælingr

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    A lethal, unpleasant growl fell from her jowls as she snaked her massive dome up high above the others. Giving her lineage, those dire genes came in handy at times, her height towering over the lot of them. She wanted to seek out the alpha first, but knew that would be almost impossible in this storm - her vocal cords weren't that powerful enough to be heard above the raging cataclysm. Skæ's colossal bodice brushed past a few vessels, moving forward and to her right a little, trying to snatch the odor of the brute and albeit it was fairly difficult the alabaster temptress managed to catch a lingering scent and then another unfamiliar one right after. At this point the dame felt her demons rally on the inside, not too keen on new faces and especially the likes of mere loners.


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    I JUST KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
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    NAME Skælingr Valhalla-Fénrisùlfer Hrodvitnisdottir
    GENDER Goddess
    AGE 6 years
    RANK Captive
    RANK WANTED She'd much rather be the leader of the guild, take ownership, slay the ruler, take the throne and wear the crown.
    BREED she's a cross between timber, arctic and dire wolf.




    PERSONALITY TRAITS materialistic, megalomaniac, blunt, restrictive, flexible, observant, broad-minded, incapable of being poised, composed, strategical, self-controlled, defiant, docile, detached, demented & deranged - to a point, hushed, mild aggression when piqued, troubled - a little, wordsmith - wise with her words, knows what shes talking about, tyrant at heart, inspirational, vigilant, eagle-eyed, guardian, independent, cautious alert, accurate, charismatic, attentive, mindful, apprehensive, discreet, robust dynamic, prevailing, very convincing, wicked, vigorous and last but not least.. gentle, caring, black raven with a kind heart but an awful bite.




    WRITTEN PERSONALITY as if shaped and reformed by a dragon, she's a constant flame ready to burst. always on edge, soaring higher than the crows of anarchy. not a man nor woman, is capable of shrouding this feminine glory with fear. her heart is too big and too beautiful to be pondered with such evil, she will not open up or be drawn to the darkness - even if she was born from the devil's masquerade. as surely as the blade's course is run, skæ hesitates for no man, she doesn't stop and think nor does she evaluate the situation. that's how you get a stake drove through your heart. she's an intellectual at heart and being highly aware of every atom around her is something that is mastered, and not over night. she may be the type to react first than ask questions later, but she is not stubborn with her declarations of war. she'll be the prime example of how a true gladiator is defined, combining both her physical and mental capacities to demolish her opponent in less than 60 seconds, and she will go to great lengths in order to strip you down to where the only thing left of you is a pile of bones and still have you walking away with as much pride as you can muster in the aftermath of her quaking wrath.




    analyzing, prepping, complete concentration and utter determination drives her tyranny beyond its reckoning. skæ never fails to impress, always being thrown into inspiration among the lower ranks, some say she's a goddess of war - prone to acts of violence and brutal annihilation. she can be whatever you deem suitable; whether or not she's the protector or the predator she'll be there fighting for her survival and your safety - she will be the last one standing among the shrouds of innocent souls. don't get me wrong, just like any knight, she has her flaws and yet she hides that pain through shackles more so than armor like she should be. she will be the first, and yet last one to admit that she won't always be victorious, every once in a while there will come a day when your match will rise up and you'll fall in defeat - there is not a bone in her body that will never disagree to the facts that even she, is not invincible.




    skæ takes life by the horns, or the balls, whichever you prefer, and sets her goals each step at a time throughout the day. she cannot and will not justify her terms of service, nor will she ever declare siege on the ones she proposed her sworn loyalty to. even though she's a megalomaniac, she won't allow her tyrant tendencies get the better of her - she knows where she stands and what grounds she patrols.. she tries to steer clear from commanding above the founder even though she can get out of hand at times. she's an attentive, cautious little ghoul of the night and albeit she is a hushed one she is not afraid to let her vocals rage like the wise wordsmith that she is - inside and out.




    Wip still Bc her personality isn't no where finished but here it is some of it for now
    HISTORY to be revealed




    KIN Apollo (eldest brother), Heyzeus (Second eldest brother), Hercules (third eldest brother)
    MOTHER Cleo
    FATHER Isardis
    OTHER RELATIVES unknown




    STRENGTHS combat, battle techniques, stealth, endurance and agility
    WEAKNESSES lovers spell, swimming, what she lacks as a hunter she makes up for in brute strength and dying a slow and painful death
    DISABILITIES If you consider her being an albino a disability than suurreeee
    SCENT vanilla tainted caramel
    VOICE a mix between claire holt and scarlett johansson




    RELATIONSHIP STATUS single
    LOVE INTEREST no one.. open
    MATE nope
    OFFSPRING none




    PLOT IDEAS none atm
    THEME SONG in the night by the weeknd
    ROLEPLAY SAMPLE go stalk through my main account babs xD i'm pretty damn advanced if you ask me c:
    OTHER she wears a golden bracelet 'round her right elbow at the joint, never takes it off and refuses to subject herself into taking it off.




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    NAME Skælingr Valhalla-Fénrisùlfer Hrodvitnisdottir
    GENDER Goddess
    AGE 6 years
    RANK WANTED She'd much rather be the leader of the guild, take ownership, slay the ruler, take the throne and wear the crown.
    BREED she's a cross between timber, arctic and dire wolf.




    PERSONALITY TRAITS materialistic, megalomaniac, blunt, restrictive, flexible, observant, broad-minded, incapable of being poised, composed, strategical, self-controlled, defiant, docile, detached, demented & deranged - to a point, hushed, mild aggression when piqued, troubled - a little, wordsmith - wise with her words, knows what shes talking about, tyrant at heart, inspirational, vigilant, eagle-eyed, guardian, independent, cautious alert, accurate, charismatic, attentive, mindful, apprehensive, discreet, robust dynamic, prevailing, very convincing, wicked, vigorous and last but not least.. gentle, caring, black raven with a kind heart but an awful bite.




    WRITTEN PERSONALITY as if shaped and reformed by a dragon, she's a constant flame ready to burst. always on edge, soaring higher than the crows of anarchy. not a man nor woman, is capable of shrouding this feminine glory with fear. her heart is too big and too beautiful to be pondered with such evil, she will not open up or be drawn to the darkness - even if she was born from the devil's masquerade. as surely as the blade's course is run, skæ hesitates for no man, she doesn't stop and think nor does she evaluate the situation. that's how you get a stake drove through your heart. she's an intellectual at heart and being highly aware of every atom around her is something that is mastered, and not over night. she may be the type to react first than ask questions later, but she is not stubborn with her declarations of war. she'll be the prime example of how a true gladiator is defined, combining both her physical and mental capacities to demolish her opponent in less than 60 seconds, and she will go to great lengths in order to strip you down to where the only thing left of you is a pile of bones and still have you walking away with as much pride as you can muster in the aftermath of her quaking wrath.




    analyzing, prepping, complete concentration and utter determination drives her tyranny beyond its reckoning. skæ never fails to impress, always being thrown into inspiration among the lower ranks, some say she's a goddess of war - prone to acts of violence and brutal annihilation. she can be whatever you deem suitable; whether or not she's the protector or the predator she'll be there fighting for her survival and your safety - she will be the last one standing among the shrouds of innocent souls. don't get me wrong, just like any knight, she has her flaws and yet she hides that pain through shackles more so than armor like she should be. she will be the first, and yet last one to admit that she won't always be victorious, every once in a while there will come a day when your match will rise up and you'll fall in defeat - there is not a bone in her body that will never disagree to the facts that even she, is not invincible.




    skæ takes life by the horns, or the balls, whichever you prefer, and sets her goals each step at a time throughout the day. she cannot and will not justify her terms of service, nor will she ever declare siege on the ones she proposed her sworn loyalty to. even though she's a megalomaniac, she won't allow her tyrant tendencies get the better of her - she knows where she stands and what grounds she patrols.. she tries to steer clear from commanding above the founder even though she can get out of hand at times. she's an attentive, cautious little ghoul of the night and albeit she is a hushed one she is not afraid to let her vocals rage like the wise wordsmith that she is - inside and out.




    Wip still Bc her personality isn't no where finished but here it is some of it for now
    HISTORY to be revealed




    KIN Apollo (eldest brother), Heyzeus (Second eldest brother), Hercules (third eldest brother)
    MOTHER Cleo
    FATHER Isardis
    OTHER RELATIVES unknown




    STRENGTHS combat, battle techniques, stealth, endurance and agility
    WEAKNESSES lovers spell, swimming, what she lacks as a hunter she makes up for in brute strength and dying a slow and painful death
    DISABILITIES If you consider her being an albino a disability than suurreeee
    SCENT vanilla tainted caramel
    VOICE a mix between claire holt and scarlett johansson




    RELATIONSHIP STATUS single
    LOVE INTEREST no one.. open
    MATE nope
    OFFSPRING none




    PLOT IDEAS none atm
    THEME SONG in the night by the weeknd
    ROLEPLAY SAMPLE go stalk through my main account babs xD i'm pretty damn advanced if you ask me c:
    OTHER she wears a golden bracelet 'round her right elbow at the joint, never takes it off and refuses to subject herself into taking it off.




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    Some say that monsters are simply just a con in a child's playground, a facade set up by parents to scar their children, but yet in reality behind those corridors lie beasts so foul and inhumane that the devil himself weeps in oblivion. But, what the world didn't know was that all these tall tales told around the campfire - were actually true. You see, there are fairy tales and then there are facts, and fact is - well - you lot have a couple of hounds that you let loose on the chain..


    The more you ponder, the faster your anxiety expands. The more you second guess yourself, the quicker you turn tail and run. The cycle continues, yet still your on the edge of despair. A blistering bliss penetrates your curled ornaments, sways your body too and fro, but no matter the conditions your stature is rooted to the earths crust - gently teetering. desolation awaits you, your father hates you, your mother has banished you and once the fog clears and the breeze settles the only thing holding you back from taking one leap from the mountains cliff-side, is yourself. The harder you try to toy with the heart strings of your past, driving a stake deeper into your own cataclysm, the farther you come from achieving those invisible goals. The past is the past for a reason, there's no need in digging up your grave to get yourself on the right track. It's more of self control kind of thing, in which this damsel of corruption has little to none left in every fiber that lays dormant in her canvas. Life is a bitch and it'll only get better from here.


    Where the fuck am I? Those little demons preying off the rage that slowly boiled in the pit of her stomach. Clearly she was in an uproar, being in a new place and new atmosphere was hard enough but to do it alone. That's a whole other ball game that Demonetta is not to fond of. No that she's particular dependent on other organisms, but to have to be thrown out of your old homeland and into a new one is something this gal wasn't accustomed to. She was only a year old for fucks sake! If anything were to be said right now was that her parents were complete, assholes. But their idiocy would never condemn their little girl to a hard knock life, no, she'd keep her wits about her and soak in the knowledge that could be revealed through these remarkably beautiful sectors.


    For now Demonetta would prowl, stalk and creep. Becoming one with mother nature, blending aimlessly with her creative layers of wood work. She was not entirely on the bandwagon for meeting new faces and putting names to those faces, but she would be honored to do so with grace and stability, yet triple her artillery with pardons of guns and roses..


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    DEMONETTA ZEPHYR DAENERYS SANGUIUM !
    mary prays the rosary for my broken mind
    ( I SAID DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT )