Facade

Striking red eyes with a soft feathery coat that protects well against the cold. Her fur is long-haired with even longer strands beginning to grow on her hackles. Shows cervine anatomy in part alongside her predominantlycanine build. Sleek but toned with a long shape to her. Slightly 'off', not exactly either wolf or deer anatomically. Strange mixture of both.

Northman

Keep in mind this needs a bit of work and development.

• Light red hair. Naturally thin body with sullen sockets and slightly sharp, jagged features.

• Her name means Earth.

• Shares a variation of her name, Jörð, with a jötunn who is Thor's mother and a lover of Odin. "The union of the sky god and the earth goddess ... is often referred to as “divine marriage” by historians of religion."

• Does not seem to rely on anyone or anything to feel fulfilled in herself. Has been an immensely confident and self assured person from a young age.

• Fears depending on other people after Freyja's death.

• Slightly difficult to pick through to. Doesn't form deep connections easily, if ever.

• A wild thing, cares not for femininity. Ironically enough has an inescapable innate raw femininity about her.

• Holds no respect for rules whatsoever- only respects her father, mother and older siblings.

• Holds her family members to almost stubbornly high standards, to the point they can do no wrong.

• Immense bond with nature. Feels more at home outside rather than inside, often spending evenings on the shores and days exploring in the undergrowth of the nearby woods.

• Silent in the trees, uses this to her advantage. Notices things in the forest that some may not.

• No stranger to violence, though somewhat nervous of it. Happy to inflict pain on animals, less so people.

• Wary of all and everything aside from siblings and parents, yet not more than tentative.

• Not very expressive facially, but seems to be well coordinated physically and is dexterous.

• Wakes with the wind and sleeps with the stars.

Timeline

01/06/18 - First kill. Her father, Hrau and Runa brought back some bandits who had killed Ingolfir's mother and she was encouraged to end one of them.

Both Runa and the voices in Jord's head are encouraging. She circles the man, hand on dagger which is still sheathed. Do it, kill him, everyone wants this. You want this. He's already bloody, and she knows from his eyes of the fear he feels. She imagines for a moment all of her lost family who must have felt like he does now in their final moments.

With this, the resolution to finally end his life builds a little. Almost she wants to be free of seeing her own family in his eyes, and a little she can tell that he wants to die quickly. Not that this should matter, she suddenly thinks, remembering that it was he who killed the young boy's mother. Or at least helped to kill her. This builds her resolution more, and before she knows it her dagger is held up in her hands and around his neck.

A drop of blood leaks down under his clothes. She straddles him, lifting her blade before looking at Runa once more. Do it, she hears again, for the boy. Then her blade falls, impailing the exiled viking's chest as blood begins spurting from between his lips. Her blade falls once more, trying to end it quicker, have it be over. As the life leaves his eyes Jord stumbles back, holding herself just barely up. It's over.

Slowly shaking off the residual nerves Vargsdottir looks at Ingolfir. She almost forgot to check on how he was. Still a little funny on her feet, unable to look at the dead viking's face, her legs bring her to Ing almost without her asking them to. He looks tired and numb. She lowers herself to him, not even wondering if he may want personal space or not, and hugs him tight but short. Once again her fingers play with his hair to calm him. "It's over." She repeats to herself. She feels victorious, in a twisted way.

27/12/17 - Went on her first hunt with Jokull, Tor and Saga. Did well but looked for assurance.

19/04/17 - Was approached by a fawn (Snorri) who seemed eager to play, and later a large, brown stag with a strange face (Morgul).

Felt instantly quite shy, but overcame it quite quickly. Sniffed, nodded at, touched the fawn. Was encouraged by her sister Freyja yet still did not join him in his romping. Almost confused by his behaviour and chewed on grass from nervousness, but overall still curious of him after he left.

16/04/17 - Born to Canary in Rikr.

What was before dark, warm and safe now became bright from candlelight. After being cradled by her mother, she realized other hands were reaching to take her away from her mother’s warmth, and she then felt herself set down on a hard surface.

Jord was baptized unknowingly, but she was calmed by the words of her father, listening to his deep and soothing voice. She then met her family. All those around her were gentle and loving, washing away all primal shock and replacing it with comfort and tiredness.

Relationships

hmmm [ uhh ]

maybe when im not lazy??