08/02/18


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27/01/18
STUFF AND THINGS. Sparring more often with her father inforest. Though skilled as a human, her feral form is lacking in natural weaponry, and so tries to test herself against her behemoth father, using her smaller size and speed to her advantage. Had a rather interesting conversation with Varg in regards to future raiding. Excited about the prospect of leading her own raiding party back to Meiri, of which prompted another question from the Monarch. What would they do if they found Ingolfr's father, and he happened to worship the Meirian God, that he was one of them. Left without an answer. Only that it was in the hands of the Gods.

On the 26th, celebrated Isleif's wedding. Indifferent to her partner, but happy for her sister overall. Entered the forest the next day with a hang over, naturally, to keep tabs on her nephew, Ingolfr. Partly thought she was still drunk when she watched what appeared to be two large boar-type creatures attacking each other, and then as one proceeded to eat the other...AND THEN what looked like others fighting over what was left. Def must still be drunk... ALSO MET A NEW FACE. Yngvarr.

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06/01/18
Encouraged Jǫrð to make her first kill after the bandits had been successfully taken back to Vargheim where they were executed. Proud of her sister.

And then there were puppies.

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02/01/18
Full of suspicion after a foreign woman convinced Varg that her son, Ingólfr, was a Grandson to the King. Irked and left with a bad taste in her mouth as the mother and child reminded her too much of Meiri, and the mere thought of being related to a Meirian is nothing but sickening for the Monarch (as Jo cackles and points towards Aethelwulf). Wanted nothing to do with her supposed new Nephew, until the boy staggered into the Great Hall a few days later after being brutally attacked.

If it weren’t for the stench of burning flesh, she likely never would have ventured to investigate what had happened. But in the Great Hall she found the boy on the ground, his face freshly cauterised to close the otherwise open gashes on his face. Didn’t know the details on what happened, but felt enough sympathy for the boy to help. With her own flesh mutilated via cauterising some months ago, she could at least relate to the child in that respect.

However, upon discovering the body of the boy’s mother, felt nothing but indifference. The foreigner meant nothing to her, and it seemed apparent that the Gods didn’t care either.

Assisted in bringing down the bandits who’d committed the crimes, but felt ‘off’ in doing so. Had a question nagging in her mind. If the Gods had allowed the woman to die, surely there was a reason for it.

Reference, Colours, Accessories
Forest Appearance
Has a predominantly cervine figure and even upon closer inspection, it is not obvious that she carries wolf/beast DNA. Her tail is longer than an average deer's, and the hair has grown substantially longer with age.
Her coat is a dark, almost black colour with a slight sheen to it. Crimson hues are starting to appear along her neck and back. Harbours black freckles across her face and neck under her jaws.
Has central heterochromia in both eyes, with a silver ring around the pupil, and a deep red that covers the rest of the iris.
The fur at the top of her shoulder blades/back is thicker than her otherwise short fur, and is gradually growing longer with age, much like her tail.
Harbours a set of sharp canine-like teeth at the front of her mouth, and more cervine-like molars at the back.

HumanHer eyes are the only feature that remains the same in her human form.
Her hair is a deep red with a sheen that shows off a rich natural redhead. Seems darker during winters and naturally gets lighter during the hotter months.
Has pale skin. Freckles have faded somewhat with age, though are still visible upon closer inspection.
Carries various scars from battles and sparring matches against her siblings.
Harbours permanent deep scarring to her right breast after she was stabbed with a knife during her first raid in Meiri. Unable to produce milk from that breast as the wound was cauterised, leaving the teat badly disfigured and near non-existent. These scars carry over into her feral form.

Prideful | Stoic | Curious | Stubborn | Resilient | Adaptable | Wary | Volatile | Confident | Dutiful | Loyal | Fearless | Judgemental | Malicious | Sadistic

Dróttningarefni af Ríkr

A child of pride, born into an unforgiving and yet bountiful world. The daughter to a High King.

Raised alongside her brothers, she strives to be as strong and as resilient as any man. Cares little about size differences and gender roles, preferring brawls over learning to sew or cook.

Fiercely protective and caring over family members. Loyal to a fault towards full blood relations, though 'bastard' siblings are seen more differently as time passes. At a young age, cared little about the difference between full blood and 'bastard' siblings, though now understands the meaning and the potential threats that come to the main family. However, after growing close to one 'bastard' sister in particular (Freyja) before understanding the meaning of the word, the Monarch silently hopes that she can one day form strong bonds with her other half siblings. Though their perceived distance currently isn't helping matters.

A perhaps quiet individual, though by no means shy or anxious. Despite her quiet disposition, she is in fact overly curious of those that hail from other worlds. Seeks knowledge about things 'unknown' and how other culture's differ from her own, though doesn't necessarily agree with things that are too 'different' for her liking.

Judgemental towards individuals and cultures. Despite being overly curious of other people and places, she can and does view herself and her people as 'above' other nations, such as Meiri in the world of Rikr. As her people and culture partake in the capturing of slaves, the Monarch can easily disregard a life as someone lowly and worth little value.

Sadistic in the sense of how she can disassociate someone from being considered 'important'. An enemy for example, is viewed as nothing more than such, and so the Monarch can torture and kill with no regrets.

Does not fear death, as her culture has strong beliefs of ascending to Valhalla in the afterlife. Because of this, can almost carelessly enter a battle without considering her own life being in peril. Does however, think of her family, and whether or not a fight is 'worth it'.

10/06/16
Born on the 10th of June 875 A.D in the world of Riki along with her three brothers.

15/06/16
Entered the forest for the first time with her siblings. Learning how the forest works from Hlif.

July/August 2016
Shaken by her father leaving home for a prolonged period of time.
Learned that she has more siblings than she originally knew about. Wary in particular of having sisters.

September 2016
As time works differently in Riki, her fathers return finally came over half a year after he'd set sails to conquer another region of their world.

Autumn 2016
Began learning how to use weapons via Hlif. Favours Archery.

Winter 2016
Became aware of the existence of more siblings, specifically two sisters.

16th December, entered the forest for the first time alone.

Late December, experiences her first wedding via her father and mother getting married.