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
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Age: She doesn’t know, she’s been asleep for so long… she presumes she’s in her 14th century of life. To a human eye, she looks and acts as though she’s a young adult, likely somewhere in her early twenties.
Race: Dragon-Shifter; she’s currently stuck in humanoid form, with no access to her draconic body.
Nationality: Frostgale
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 down to her hips in one clean, smooth cascade, though she tends to keep it carefully pinned up in a ponytail or delicately braided, adorned with beaded threads and faux-flowers and other smaller trinkets. 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 stark white of her hair. Her skin is eerily pale, nearing deathly so, with little natural color to her complexion, and she always has a conflicted look to her countenance, worry burdening her expression. Her frame is deceptively delicate, with slender limbs and gentle curves, particular definition in places where her skin clings to bone; she stands at a mere 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. She dresses in oddly archaic-seeming clothing, fashioned 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 scales across patches of her skin.
Personality: No word more properly suits Einheria than naive– in all the time she’s spent sheltered away from the world, experiencing it strictly through deep-reading of history and fairy-tale alike, her understanding of people and culture is purely technical, her social skills stilted and rehearsed, immediately unraveling the second things begin to go off-script. She’s gentle of spirit and compassionate toward others, but there’s an uncertainty to her every mannerism that highlights how practiced so much of her personality comes across as being, almost to the point where she could be mistaken for being insincere. She’s quiet, timid, almost, lacking in voice the presence she’s capable of commanding with her appearance, but her resolve and conviction tends to shine through when she is under pressure, there is an urgency to her actions, or when she staunchly believes in something. She is, unfortunately, rather easy to deceive– her lack of knowledge about the workings of the world tend to make her either search for threats where there are none, or to miss glaringly obvious signs of danger that other more worldly folk would easily recognize. She clearly has a lot to learn about the world– a lot that no textbook or story can properly teach her.
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.
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. She felt utterly and totally lost– that is, until she was approached by a strange woman, a witch who called herself Skuld, who offered to help Einheria awaken her father and understand what had happened if Einheria would help her find three treasures necessary to break the curse upon him– and without hesitation, ignoring any warning bell that may have sounded, Einheria eagerly agreed, desperate just to see her father again.
After all, she doesn’t remember him as a monster– she remembers him as her father.
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 Frostgale 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.
Skuld - A mysterious, elven witch from the Frost Gale, a woman with long, silver hair and ice-blue eyes, blue-tinted skin pale skin, and a difficult-to-read aura. She offered Einheria her aid in awakening Nithoggr from Urd's curse-- she demands three treasures to do so: a chain of nine golden rings, perfectly looped together, a marble statuette of a one-tusked boar, and a sail with three patches, one threaded with silver, one with bronze, and one with gold. Einheria has full faith in her, but Skuld may have more ominous intentions...