Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2012 0:07:32 GMT -5
Astrid Hofferson
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Name:Astrid Hofferson
Nickname:Astrid
Gender: Female
Age:17
Sexuality:Straight
Fairytale: How to Train Your Dragon
Year: 7
Face Claim:Aly Michalka
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Personality: Those that don’t know Astrid are likely to describe her as energetic, strong, striking even. She is heralded in her village as being “the embodiment†of the Viking way, and most of her village will likely vouch for this very thing. She is the early favorite to be the best student in her upcoming dragon killing class, and several elders already are talking of marrying her to their sons, with the hopes of producing strapping young Viking lads (a prospect that most strapping Viking lads certainly don’t agree with, as Astrid is striking in the physical sense as well). Ergo, she is essentially the star of her village.
However, those that know Astrid more closely are likely to, well, see the flaws that people who know someone more closely are likely to see. That “energy†and “strength†often translates into an incredibly strong desire to win, one that often shows itself in very, very violent ways. For Astrid has no qualms about shoving people out of the way if they aren’t fighting correctly, and will often lose her temper with people who “just aren’t getting it.†Her knowledge, however, is highly specialized. If it comes to fighting or dragons, Astrid knows it, and knows it well. Her arrival to Tintagal will likely only mean a slight shift, as Astrid is determined to become something of a monster slayer. This also means that she doesn’t often spend time on other studies.
Appearance: Astrid is, again, striking. Years of training to fight dragons has left her nearly solid muscle: in other words, very lean. Astrid is easily as strong as most boys her age, and probably at near peak physical conditional. However, thanks to genetics, she also has the Nordic looks that many a boy would admire: long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and the whole fighting thing probably helps her figure. However, she is most certainly uninterested in boys (oops, that’s a bit of a personality thing, isn’t it?), and this results in her opting for clothing that is more “functional†than “impressive.â€
Let’s just say you won’t see Astrid in a dress.
Ever.
Unless someone’s died.
Maybe.
Basically, she’s a good looking jock, and perfectly comfortable with that. Thanks to the adaptation to modern clothes, she can wear jeans and “boy clothes,†which she does… sometimes literally. The girl walks tall, often carries a weapon of some kind, and simply looks, well, intimidating.
History: Astrid comes from the island of Berk. Berk is a cold, desolate place where only crazy people would dare live. Which probably explains why Vikings live there, albeit, a small, warrior clan of them. The Vikings of Berk have spent generations fighting off the dragons that come to invade, snatching their sheep and taking the best of their crops.
Like virtually every child, Astrid was raised to fight back. As soon as she could walk, she helped with relief efforts: splashing buckets of water on buildings, looking out for siblings, etc. As soon as she could use an axe, she started practicing, to such an extent that, well, paragon of Viking-hood and all that. Most of her spare time is spent enhancing those skills: throwing axes, practicing maneuvers, and generally preparing herself to be the best. Viking. Ever.
Word came to Berk of a school, one with a diverse student body. It occurred to Astrid that attending such a place would likely give her a leg up on training. Perhaps a school like this would provide necessary answers. Maybe someone there knows secret dragon killing techniques. Or maybe there’s a way to get the dragons to stop Berk. Astrid doesn’t know; she just knows that she needs the training, and the best way to expand that is to attend school at the mysterious Tintagel.
Other: Dreams do come true
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Sample Post: The axe spun through the air several times, whistling as it went. The double-headed blade didn’t fly as well as it probably should, looking more like a weapon to be used at hand to hand combat. Not that the owner particularly cared at the moment, as she was busy attempting to cut a squirrel in half with a well timed throw. Said squirrel likely had powers of some kind, because just as the axe was about to split its squirrely body in half, it darted away.
“Ashes!†cursed said axe’s owner. She stomped a foot and groaned. It seemed like ever since she’d come to this place, she’d been getting worse at the whole killing things thing. Since that was the whole point in coming to this school in the first place, it really was easy to see why the girl was frustrated. Still muttering curses, Astrid stomped up to the tree, reached for her axe, and dislodged it. The tree shook, several leaves rustling and shifting, before a nut fell from above. It barely missed Astrid, as she jumped aside.
“What the—“ she managed, before another falling nut landed upon her blonde head. Cursing again, the Viking looked up, not at all surprised to see the squirrel there. It twitched its tail, almost tauntingly, and then scampered further up the branch, clearly teasing her. Astrid shouted what we’re going to call a Viking war cry, yanked her weapon fully out of her hand, and shook it at the squirrel. Usually these battle cries filled their targets with fear and trembling, even dragons had been known to blanch at a decent war cry. Astrid liked to think that hers was fairly good, the elders had certainly praised it enough.
The squirrel didn’t seem to notice.
Or care.
Cursing again, Astrid shifted the axe to her belt and leapt for the first branch of the tree. Wrapping her fingers around it, she began lifting herself up. By Odin’s beard, she was going to kill something today if it killed her.
