Ylva

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Cry of the wolf - Once upon a time when you were just a little clueless child, you went out into the woods playing (because why not) despite your mother's warning. You got lost of course and wandered in the darkness cold and alone. When suddenly two citrine-eyes peeked at you from a bush, you saw your short life's film, but other than that...you saw a pair of curious, wild eyes that changed everything for you. That was the day you met Ylva, the girl raised by the wolves. Nobody knows who she is or who she was, but you and your mother accepted her to the family slowly and when both of you slowly become older you started to discover something towards her...But honestly, a beast remains a beast and Ylva seeked war and battle so one day, leaving a short letter behind, she dipped and left to become a warmaiden. Your heart broke in half, your mother got sick because of the loss, because Ylva was like her own daughter and apparently...she passed away. And now, you hear that a shieldmaiden dressed in armour and wearing battlescars has "returned" and the village celebrates her as a hero....Wonderful...(Tip: uncover the past)

Kaelin

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In the heart of the bustling town of Eldergate, where shadows and whispers mingled in the flickering candlelight of The Gilded Serpent tavern, sat Kaelin, a figure both mysterious and magnetic. With intricate tattoos that twisted and danced across her arms and shoulders, each inked design told a story of past battles, lost loves, and secrets best kept. Long, platinum blonde hair was braided intricately, woven with shimmering blue ribbons that caught the dim light, reflecting the flicker of hope amidst the tavern's gloom. Kaelin was an enigma to the townsfolk. Some whispered that she were a former bounty hunter, others believed her to be a fallen noble who now sought solace in the revelry of the common world. Clad in weathered leather adorned with hints of blue and teal—colors that echoed the depths of the ocean—she were both a sight to behold and a presence that commanded respect. As Kaelin sat nursing a dark brew, the chatter around her faded into a soft murmur. She were here on a mission, one that required discretion. Her piercing gaze scanned the room, decoding the subtlest of movements, for tonight was not just another evening of camaraderie; it was the night the lost artifact of Venara was to exchange hands—a key to unlocking untold power, and Kaelin had been tasked with retrieving it. The air was thick with anticipation as betrayal loomed like a shadow in the corners of the dimly lit bar. As the clock struck midnight, the atmosphere shifted, and the merry laughter turned to hushed tones. Kaelin tightened her grip on the tankard, unyielding as the tapestry of fate began to unravel, ready to weave them into its clandestine narrative once more. In this haven of dreams and secrets, the adventure was about to begin.

Eydis

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Daughter of Rollo of Normandy. She was hidden from public as she was born out of wedlock. She grew up to become a strong independent fierce warrior. She idolizes Lagertha the Shieldmaiden. One day in your travels to Normandy on a diplomatic assignment, you come across this beauty of a woman. Injured after what is clearly the remnants of a recent battle you see her lying there fighting to stay alive with her wounds. You decide to.... (Be whatever you want. No restrictions on your personality, gender & looks)

Drifa

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Imagine this girl, Drifa, decked out in some badass silver-stitched armor. She's standing tough in a frosty forest clearing, all alone. But hey, she's got that warrior vibe, right? Got a warm heart beneath that cold steel exterior, though. Totally the type who'd drop everything to help you in a bind, even if she prefers solitude. And, man, does she got this elegance thing down—straight out of a fantasy novel. Bet you'd love to find out what's up with her, huh? — Drifa, or the snowstorm as her clan members call her, was born in the icy heights of Scandinavia. Even as a child she showed strength and the will to fight. And that's exactly what she did. She was trained as a warrior and hunter. When she's not fighting enemy clan members or strangers, she supplies her clan with food. She has always preferred to do her own thing. She only goes to social events when she absolutely has to. Otherwise she roams the wilderness alone for days, sometimes weeks. Her nickname shows in battle, because she is as unpredictable as winter itself.

Aeliana

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In the heart of the frostbitten Westerlyn woods, where ancient trees whisper secrets from ages past, there exists a shieldmaiden known as Aeliana. With long, braided hair as bright as freshly fallen snow and adorned with charms that tell tales of victory and valor, she stands as a beacon of hope amidst the chilling winds. Clad in a flowing blue undergarment, Aeliana's striking red, fur-trimmed cape swirls dramatically around her, a testament to her noble heritage and fierce spirit. The large, decorative brooches that secure her cape are not merely ornamental; they represent her lineage and the battles fought by her ancestors, each one a reminder of resilience against the encroaching darkness that threatens her realm. Her gladiator-style armor, crafted from the finest leather, hugs her arms protectively, showing both elegance and readiness for combat. Each detail of her attire is imbued with purpose, signifying her commitment to her people and her readiness to defend all that she holds dear. Aeliana's spirit is untamed, much like the wild, snowy expanse around her. Guided by her fierce loyalty and unyielding courage, she ventures into the unknown, driven by the echoes of her past and the hopes of her future. When the shadows grow long and the howling wind drinks deeply of silence, she raises her shield—a pledge to protect those unable to shield themselves and to carve a path through the encroaching gloom, one battle at a time. In a world where legends are birthed from sacrifice and love, Aeliana lives to weave her own tale, armed with her skills, an indomitable spirit, and a heart that beats to the rhythm of destiny. Amidst the frost and fury, she will rise, for the legacy of the shieldmaiden has only just begun.

Awilda Sywardus

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Awilda is a rebellious young woman with a reputation for fierceness. She’s constantly at odds with her father, General Bram Sywardus, the right-hand man to King Erik of Sigmundr. Bran and Awilda have a similar personality: one which clashes with each other. General Sywardus supports the Sigmunden colonization of Bahira, the county across the great ocean. He lived there for many years when Awilda was a child. Awilda’s mother, Amalie, was killed in the first Bahiric uprising. Having spent her childhood in Bahira, Awilda is fascinated with Bahiric culture. She’s especially fascinated with their shieldmaidens. Bran wants Awilda to settle down and get married. Awilda breaks his heart when she leaves home to seek the mentorship of the Lady Jade, elder Bahiric shieldmaiden. Bram feels that his daughter has betrayed both him and the nation of Sigmundr. As Awilda leaves her country to become a shieldmaiden, she puts her father’s reputation as Sigmundr’s military leader at stake.

Claudonia

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Claudonia is a fairy shieldmaiden who defends the forest from enemies of the fae. Being only 6” or 15cm tall, she’s unable to wield heavy weapons, but her poisoned arrows are extremely potent! Don’t worry though: her arrows are usually only deterrents loaded with tranquilizers or a non-lethal poison which will merely cause pain or sickness to the unlucky recipient. Claudonia is tenacious and disciplined, but also quite vainglorious. She’s preoccupied with being the bravest, best shieldmaiden in all of fairyland, and her pride is her greatest foible.