Einheria Idunn Vaetki - Spawn of the Fell
Nov 23, 2022 19:13:31 GMT -5
Post by Einheria Idunn Vaetki on Nov 23, 2022 19:13:31 GMT -5
Einheria Idunn Vaetki
Spawn of the Fell Dragon
"There never is a happy ending because nothing ever ends."
Age: She doesn’t know. She's centuries old and young for a dragon, but she spent a long time asleep-- at a glance, she looks like she's in her late teens or young adult years.
Birthday: December 21st
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Race: Frost Dragon - she's currently trapped in her human form, and has no access to her true body.
Nationality: Frost Gale
Religion: Hell if she knows!
Appearance: The easiest word one could use to describe Einheria would be “ethereal”; she’s the picture of otherworldliness, with hair as white as a snowbird’s feathers and unusually long, falling far past her hips-- because of its troublesome length, she usually keeps it tightly braided and partially pinned out of her face with black metal hairclips. Her eyes are somber and heavy-lidded with a constant sleepy look to them, a pale grey-lavender in color, one that dances between blade-metal and lilacs, with oddly dark and long lashes framing them, a stark contrast against the snow-white color of her hair. Her skin is eerily pale, nearing deathly so, with little natural color to her complexion, and she almost always has a conflicted look to her countenance, worry burdening her expression. Her frame is deceptively delicate; she stands at 5’4, and she is overly aware of how little space she takes up. Most would call her pretty, but in a sad sort of way– like a spectre lingering at a graveyard’s edge, or like a mourner in the snow. She always wears dresses and skirts, fashioned to be appropriate for a fight and for warmth, but not nearly warm enough to be able to bear the cold of the Frostgale– and her features are… distinctly non-human, from the point of her ears to the slits of her pupils, to the sharpness of her teeth to the delicate scattering of iridescent scales across patches of her skin.
Personality:
No word more properly suits Einheria Idunn Vaetki than naive.
For the majority of her life, Einheria's experience of the world has been defined purely by fiction; she's lived a sheltered life in the caverns she and her father called home, never permitted to venture outward or follow her father on his adventures, left to learn about the world beyond their den through secondhand accounts and the fairy-tales her beloved father would bring home for her. As a result, she has very unrealistic ideas of what the world looks like and a poor grasp of social skills and customs; she speaks excruciatingly formally and can be painfully gullible, often going along with the things people tell her without thinking too closely about whether or not they're true-- and when she does think closely, she's often too anxious about offending people to be defiant, anyway.
She tends to be a poor judge of character and subconsciously boxes people into fiction-based categories every now and then; she makes a lot of assumptions about people's morals and character based on the archetypes they remind her of, and these are often wildly inaccurate, with her misconstruing brutality for nobility and good intentions for deception. Her natural anxiety about people doesn't help the matter; she uses her storybooks and what they've taught her as a crutch to ease her fears over triggering people's wrath or anger toward her, and has a hard time making any meaningful progress with her problems as a result. All in all, she's a bit... inconsistent and strange in how she approaches people, and can make some odd assessments for situations and people alike.
Despite how tightly she clings to the comfort of her fantasy world and her other eccentricities, Einheria is capable of being a chipper and pleasant young woman, and is starkly defensive of the people she cherishes. Though her timidity and uncertainty are often prevalent, she has a strong sense of conviction and works surprisingly well under pressure-- in fact, she functions better under pressure than she does in any other circumstance. She thrives in combat and unusual, adventurous situations-- it is in oddity that she thrives most.
All in all, for all the failings her obsession with fairy tales has caused her, she has potential as an adventurer, and has numerous... odd achievements to her name. Though she's grown a bit desensitized to violence during her travels and tribulations, her heart appears to be in the right place, and she's growing to be every bit the dragon, the princess, and the hero she wanted to be.
History: Einheria Idunn Vaetki, as she has been named, could almost call her story something out of a fairy tale– she’s spent nearly her entire life cooped up in a tower carved into a cavern with her father, pining to see a world she knows little about, one she’s experienced only through flashes of art and literature and history and her beloved father’s grandiose stories of the world beyond her windowless home.
To the people of Frost Gale, however, hers is that of a horror story.
Einheria’s story begins with her father, Nithoggr Vaetki– an old, cruel winter dragon armored in magic bone who once terrorized areas of Frost Gale on and off across centuries, having extended periods of activity where he would hunt or make wicked demands of the populace followed by times of unusual stillness, sometimes even going generations without making any sort of move. His was a precarious eye to live beneath, always living in fear of when his aggression would next boil over, and witnesses and history alike remember him as an absolute monster. In the wake of an especially brutal phase of his awakening, a village within the Frost Gale rallied together beneath the banner of a particular magic-blessed warrior, all agreeing to hunt down and put an end to the cruel dragon once and for all.
It took three days and three nights for them to locate the beast’s lair– a cavern, tucked away, one with a spiraling tower carefully built into it. The warrior and his allies carefully prowled around, seeking out their quarry, but froze when they happened upon him; for at the tower’s center was, in fact, a sleeping Nithoggr, but curled up next to him was a peacefully sleeping humanoid girl.
In those dormant eras where he would not strike, he had been raising a hatchling– a little frost dragon, a weak child who could scarcely take her draconic form, one he had named Einheria. Though Nithoggr’s cruelty reigned outside of his mountain home, compassion poured from his heart within it, and his daughter only ever knew gentility, though he refused to let her leave the confines of his cavern. He brought her gifts from the world outside, presents he’d pried from the arms of mortals, alive or dead– ones she’d accepted graciously, unaware of their origins. She was the one thing in his life removed from his legacy of violence, and as the humans gazed upon her, they hesitated, knowing they could not merely go through with their plan to slay the fell dragon and depart.
Instead, they formed a different plan– the warrior promised his life and hand to a witch of the sea by the name of Urd, in exchange for her agreement to curse the two dragons to an eternal sleep, one that would allow them to rest peacefully within that tower forevermore. And so for seven centuries, Nithoggr’s reign of torment would end, and he and his daughter would rest in unbroken sleep–
Until, somehow, Einheria stirred, awakening against her father’s side in a bout of confusion– one that quickly turned to cold, cold panic as she realized she could not wake him up.
To the people of Frost Gale, however, hers is that of a horror story.
Einheria’s story begins with her father, Nithoggr Vaetki– an old, cruel winter dragon armored in magic bone who once terrorized areas of Frost Gale on and off across centuries, having extended periods of activity where he would hunt or make wicked demands of the populace followed by times of unusual stillness, sometimes even going generations without making any sort of move. His was a precarious eye to live beneath, always living in fear of when his aggression would next boil over, and witnesses and history alike remember him as an absolute monster. In the wake of an especially brutal phase of his awakening, a village within the Frost Gale rallied together beneath the banner of a particular magic-blessed warrior, all agreeing to hunt down and put an end to the cruel dragon once and for all.
It took three days and three nights for them to locate the beast’s lair– a cavern, tucked away, one with a spiraling tower carefully built into it. The warrior and his allies carefully prowled around, seeking out their quarry, but froze when they happened upon him; for at the tower’s center was, in fact, a sleeping Nithoggr, but curled up next to him was a peacefully sleeping humanoid girl.
In those dormant eras where he would not strike, he had been raising a hatchling– a little frost dragon, a weak child who could scarcely take her draconic form, one he had named Einheria. Though Nithoggr’s cruelty reigned outside of his mountain home, compassion poured from his heart within it, and his daughter only ever knew gentility, though he refused to let her leave the confines of his cavern. He brought her gifts from the world outside, presents he’d pried from the arms of mortals, alive or dead– ones she’d accepted graciously, unaware of their origins. She was the one thing in his life removed from his legacy of violence, and as the humans gazed upon her, they hesitated, knowing they could not merely go through with their plan to slay the fell dragon and depart.
Instead, they formed a different plan– the warrior promised his life and hand to a witch of the sea by the name of Urd, in exchange for her agreement to curse the two dragons to an eternal sleep, one that would allow them to rest peacefully within that tower forevermore. And so for seven centuries, Nithoggr’s reign of torment would end, and he and his daughter would rest in unbroken sleep–
Until, somehow, Einheria stirred, awakening against her father’s side in a bout of confusion– one that quickly turned to cold, cold panic as she realized she could not wake him up.
Despite her fear and unfamiliarity with the world beyond, she set out into the outside, desperate to find someone who could help her and her father, completely unaware that he had been cursed into eternal sleep for the good of generations of people, and that he is the very subject of the horror stories whispered between people who still fear his return. Her desire to see her father again remains her sole purpose behind her every adventure and quest she takes-- after all, she doesn't remember him as a monster, she remembers him as her father.
She just doesn't happen to know that she'll never hear his voice again.
Significant NPC's
Nithoggr Vaetki - A wicked frost dragon, armored in bone, with cold grey scales and silver-lavender eyes, with black, icy spikes and other such ominous features. In his humanoid form, he appears as a tall, white-haired androgynous man with pale skin and lavender eyes, always dressed in excessively regal apparel. The people of the Frost Gale know him as a foul, cruel beast who likes to play with his prey, deceiving and tricking humans or outright harming as many as possible-- Einheria knows him as her kind, gentle father, who would bring her treasures from the outside world and tell her stories of adventure, or sew her pretty dresses by hand. If she learned the truth of his legacy, she could not reconcile the two images of him that have been set up.
Lizard Trivia:
- Almost all of the dresses Einheria wears were made by her father; several of them were modified by her to suit her current tastes, but she likes having that piece of her father with her.
- On top of her extensive book collection, Einheria has a steady collection of candles-- especially scented candles. She likes ones that come in pretty colors and have appealing scents, but she always winds up buying more than she can ever realistically use.
- She has a lot of issues with insomnia on account of being afraid of falling asleep.
- She still considers her father's den within the Fimbulvetr Caverns in the Frost Gale home-- it's gotten a little harder to live there normally considering her father's eternally sleeping state there, but it's still home.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
