Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 15:59:39 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: Guts's Jawline
Password 2: #Rekt
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Affiliation: free
Rank: [Insert Here]
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-Basic Information-
Name: Andrea Bryndísardóttir
Age: 20
Birthday (Month/Day): [Insert Here/Insert Here]
Ethnicity: Scandinavian - Icelandic
Blood Type: O-
Family:
Father: Christopher
Mother: Brynhildur
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: [5'7"/150lbs]
Physical Description: Andrea stands a shy 5'7" tall, her hair long reaching down to her the middle of her back and blonde with several thin braids. Her eyes give off a dark oceanic blue shine and can lighten depending on her mood. If not wearing sleeves to cover, her scarification tattoos litter all over her forearms up to her shoulders and down along her back some depicting some mural of runic wolves and knotwork dragons entwining.
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-Personality-
Dislikes: [Create a List below.]
Likes: [Create a list below.]
Flaws: [Create a list below.]
Habits: [Create a list below.]
Fears: [Create a list below.]
Goals: [Create a list below.]
Alignment: [Insert Here]
Overall Personality: [Insert Here]
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-Powers-
Fighting Style: Orante longbow
Bow Release Overall Theme [Insert Here]
Bow Release Properties [Insert Here]
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History: [Place below.]
Birth-toddler
Andrea was born to a hard working family in the peninsula town of Kópavogur. They celebrate the birth of a healthy girl in the hospital and at home, she was their first child brought into the world and they spoiled her as their precious gem even if they didn't have much money. Andrea grew to have an average life, a life free from worrying about hollows at a young age. Hollow activity in Iceland was almost nonexistent only a few occasional reports but nothing too threatening the Quincy or Aware human couldn't handle in the less latent leyline than Karakura. Up to Andrea's toddler years, she attended to kindergarten school only to develop a nasty grudge temper at the mean boys picking on her.
Death of a Father
At the age of five, Andrea still lived a fairly happy life with her family until her father one day was called in by the local Grandmaster to deal with hollows threatening their realm of the area. Of course, the young girl wasn't told about the affairs of the Quincy life just yet and stayed with her mother playing around the house or offered a new toy or game to keep her little mind busy. A powerful and cunning adjuchas hollow had made skirmishes around the Heiðmörk nature reserve to ambush the Quincy's route to their monastery as it could not enter on its own. Christopher was wounded in a two day battle with the adjuchas both retreating to lick their wounds only to come back in the middle of the night to fight all over again. It took fifteen Quincy to take out this hollow and its lackeys but Christopher had gotten sick from a poisonous side effect the hollow had injected, it was too late as the deadly poison spread too fast for the Quincy to slow or get a cure.
New Wolrd - Karakura
Day one of Karakura.
Strange. The teen Icelander awoke laying out on a beach half in the water the other half on the sandy shore. Gathering her senses, Abigael looked around her surroundings. Night time. It was late seemingly and her memory was fuzzy on the events that happen on how she got onto a new land, this certainly wasn't Iceland anymore and it had a sense of dread feeling over it. An omen perhaps or a blessing she had survived intact. Dragging herself on her feet, the Quincy explored around the beaches in nothing but her raggedy old clothes and backpack and whatever inside mostly soaked and putting weight on her.
"Think, think, think," she kept saying to herself in Icelandic. "How did I get here?"
There were scattered debris of a shipwreck floating its way to the shore she had noted, some crates she could also ply open. Did she come here by shipwreck? It certainly seemed that way but her memory was too fuzzy at the moment to recall - there was one that nagged her, where was her pack buddy? Leaving the crates filled with food for now Abigael sped off to look for her white wolf, Alhvit, hoping he didn't perish in the wreck.
"Alhvit!?" she called out as loud as her vocals could carry. There was a whimper on the other side of the hilly beach in response. Running as fast as her feet could carry her, Andrea climbed over the hill and down the other side winding her way over the terrain finding the white pooch tangled in netting, thankfully alive but exhausted and wounded on his side. "Alhvit! I'm so sorry." she quickly slid down onto her knees to untangle the large wolf and carefully placed a hand over the wound inches away from real contact. If only she knew how to heal from her basic Quincy training, oh well there was no time to fret over that, she would just have to use mundane healing kits she found in the wreck.
Bandaging up the wolf as best she could, the two were reunited once more but this land still felt strange and there was barely any sign of wildlife around. The forest close to a town not far away would make sense with the lack of animals worth hunting, later on, food was going to be tough once the reserves were gone but that was just one of their few trials to face for now. Andrea was used to starving herself and barely seemed fit herself as she gave most of her food to the wolf to keep up his strength. The two found a camp deeper in the forest already set up, looking rather old and worn but made for good housing anyway. Did someone just not care for nature here? So much trash to clean up but that would come later, for now, the two would rest inside the tent and start a new day in the morning. The Fates on their side to live.
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