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Hildey
Hildey, daughter of Torulf
| Name | Hildey |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Jarl's Hand |
| Age | Late Twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Moving |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
Wind-swept long locks of her wheat blonde hair are often halfly braided backward. Her skin hardened by a life spent outdoors and a scar marring her right cheek. Her two clear blue eyes carry a strong solemn gaze, no signs of doubt or hesitation in them. Bred into a life of service, she is a tough deadly warrior, who keeps her calm even in the most dangerous situations. Though generally acting like a typical sword wielder, occasionally she hints at a more complex and sensitive character.
She demonstrates an unconditional loyalty to her Jarl.
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Background
She had opened the old wooden doors, expecting to find the Jarl sitting on the layers of furs by his low table .Yet what she had come to witness was the Jarl, his son and one of the Jarl's men, fighting against a group of four, one of them a man whom they knew had desires to usurp the Jarl's hall.
Without a moment of hesitation, she had drawn out her sword and rushed forth to support the Jarl, attacking his attacker from behind. It was an easy thrust and the man fell soon limp on the floor, resting in a growing pool of his red blood - stabbed in the back, such a fitting fate for a traitor. It was when Hildey was about to turn, when she heard another loud 'thud', followed by a clatter of metal hitting against the floor - and then an ever so brief moment of silence which somehow seemed to last forever. A haunting chill moved through her bones, and before she had turned fully to witness the sight - she knew Bjargarr had died.
| Friends | She has after many struggles and winding paths, started to consider Yngwar, Rannulfr, Flosli and Voldig her friends. |
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| Relatives | Father: Torulf, Mother: Inka, Brother: Vithar, Brother: Strigrun |
| Rivals/Enemies | The man who killed the Jarl's son and anyone who poses a threat toward the Jarl. |
| Loves | Water in it's every form, be it a river, lake, sea, a bath or tears in her enemies eyes. |
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| Hates | She is too calm to hate. |
| Motivation | To honour the Jarl and the memory of her father. |
| Quotes | "We need to get you a shield, Voldig. Otherwise you will die before you get to wed that blacksmith's daughter... Man can take only so many arrows." |
Hildey's Adventures
| A Good Meal Of Mud | 10 years 2 months ago |
| The Most Difficult of Decisions | 10 years 4 months ago |
