Ylva (Naran alt)
Aug 16, 2016 11:45:05 GMT -6
Post by Ylva on Aug 16, 2016 11:45:05 GMT -6
Name: Ylva (Ill-va)
Class: Mercenary
Age: 22
Born in: Ilia
Appearance:
Standing at 5'5 and built strong, with medium-long pale blonde hair and a fair complexion, and bright hazel eyes. If not for her armour and leathers Ylva may not look like what one would expect of a warrior at first glance. The faint scars on her face and body, as well as her icy, impassive expression, however, might clue one in if they take a better look. Her hair is often worn in braids to keep it at least under mild control, and it grows swiftly when cut.
When out in the field, on a mission, or even just travelling, Ylva is usually seen in her combat gear. Dark steel, well worn over her years of fighting and training, with dark red and brown tunics and leathers worn beneath it, accompanied by boots made of hard leather. Outside of that she wears simple tunics of cloth, usually red in colour, and boots made of softer leather than her combat ones.
Personality: Quiet for the most part and oft seen wearing a taciturn expression, Ylva's hard upbringing shows very well in her personality. Not humourless by any means, but she's far from the most social woman one would meet, more likely to keep a hand lightly atop her sword pommel than in the friendly grasp of another. That said she is capable of relaxing and kicking back, singing old songs and down mug after mug of ale with even the hardiest of men.
Ylva likes to keep herself busy, usually doing something hands-on to pass the time. She's been taught to whittle and likes to do that during peaceful, slow days, along with maintaining her gear. More often than not Ylva keeps to herself when engaged in such activities but isn't opposed to company. However if she's feeling particular restless she won't hesitate to get some extra sword training in. No such thing as keeping a blade too sharp, after all.
It isn't until business comes into play that one sees just how hard and pragmatic Ylva's upbringing has been. It is very, very unlikely for Ylva to perform even the simplest of tasks without the incentive of payment. When it comes to work of any kind gold is key, and Ylva knows how to haggle and barter if she thinks she won't be making enough money from a job. As such she can be seen as cruel and uncaring, but to her it's simply what she was taught. It's logical and makes sense. That isn't to say she is entirely without morals, but Ylva very rarely places them ahead of what's practical. Even if she rescues someone from imminent danger of her own accord she expects some form of payment for the deed.
Due to her lifestyle Ylva doesn't see a committed relationship as a possibility. She hasn't yet begun to think of settling down should she survive her life as a mercenary, so she tends try and keep anyone she forges a friendship with outside of her guild at arm's reach. Affection and real romance are frightening to her, at least for now, so any relationships are kept to relieving carnal desires and little else.
Story: Ylva remembers nothing of her birth family. There aren't even any stories of them for her to be told of. Most likely they were simple Ilian mercenaries that got killed. Either on the job or from some sort of bandit raid. Either way they left a toddler behind in their home, and Ylva is damned lucky she was found at all.
What she DOES know is that she was found by a man named Yngvar. Of course Yngvar was young when he found the small girl, and he took pity on her. Against the will of his mercenary guild he took young Ylva back to his guild headquarters in eastern Ilia. His guild was the Snolinjaal. Not a large guild, numbering only around 15 members on average, yet old nonetheless, a fact they attributed to their intelligence. The size of the guild didn't matter if it's members brought in little coin and got themselves killed, after all.
And it was with the Snolinjaal, mostly under the eye of Yngvar and his sister Siri, that Ylva was raised. The two even gave Ylva her name, and taught her some of the family values they had learned from before they were brought into the guild. However, being raised INSIDE a guild was different, and Ylva was even more heavily influenced by that than Yngvar and Siri were. The Snolinjaal began to call her the "Guild's Daughter", and while they against the idea as a whole at first she had eventually grown on them. It wasn't long before the current leader of the guild, Hadvar, to demand Ylva learn to fight. The girl needed to pull her own weight, what better way than to ready her for work?
Ylva first lifted a training sword at age 8, but her training was harsh nonetheless. The Snolinjaal didn't pride themselves on honour or even skill in battle, but on survival and the quality of their work. So while Ylva was taught to fight there was nothing knightly about her swordplay. Nothing flashier than need be. Ylva was a fast learner, taking to the sword easier than anyone expected. Perhaps she learned so swiftly from always watching the other mercenaries training, or watching Yngvar and Siri sparring.
In time Hadvar eventually passed away. Not on the job, but due to simple sickness. The man had gotten old and his body had begun to fail him, so it was of no great shock to anyone. What was surprising was that Yngvar had actually become the most accomplished member of the guild, and thus he was voted in as the next head. It was around this time that Yngvar decided Ylva was ready for her first mission, and as she went on her first official mission as a Snolinjaal merc, Yngvar went with her on his first mission as head of the guild.
Ylva and the Snolinjaal as a whole kept themselves, staying as far from the politics of Elibe as they could. One of their beliefs was that getting politically involved with Ilia or any country on Elibe was a good way to wind up dead, as politicians and nobles were even more self-serving when politics and war were involved than at any other time. As such Ylva developed a natural distrust of nobles, though she didn't particular trust anyone outside of the guild as it was.
In time, however, word did spread to Yngvar of the growing monster problem in Lycia. Work in Ilia was always extremely competitive, given so many mercenaries were born and raised in it, and Bern wasn't exactly welcoming any Ilians any time soon, Yngvar mad a rather large announcement. The guild would be abandoning it's headquarters and moving to Lycia.
Yngvar had proven a fine leader since being voted in so the guild went along with it, albeit with a great deal of grumbling and a few complaints. Even Ylva approached Yngvar, curious as to what he was scheming. Yngvar merely gave a hardy chuckle and clasped Ylva's shoulder.
“Best save up for a silver blade, Ylva. We're gonna be huntin' monsters.”
Class: Mercenary
Age: 22
Born in: Ilia
Appearance:
Standing at 5'5 and built strong, with medium-long pale blonde hair and a fair complexion, and bright hazel eyes. If not for her armour and leathers Ylva may not look like what one would expect of a warrior at first glance. The faint scars on her face and body, as well as her icy, impassive expression, however, might clue one in if they take a better look. Her hair is often worn in braids to keep it at least under mild control, and it grows swiftly when cut.
When out in the field, on a mission, or even just travelling, Ylva is usually seen in her combat gear. Dark steel, well worn over her years of fighting and training, with dark red and brown tunics and leathers worn beneath it, accompanied by boots made of hard leather. Outside of that she wears simple tunics of cloth, usually red in colour, and boots made of softer leather than her combat ones.
Personality: Quiet for the most part and oft seen wearing a taciturn expression, Ylva's hard upbringing shows very well in her personality. Not humourless by any means, but she's far from the most social woman one would meet, more likely to keep a hand lightly atop her sword pommel than in the friendly grasp of another. That said she is capable of relaxing and kicking back, singing old songs and down mug after mug of ale with even the hardiest of men.
Ylva likes to keep herself busy, usually doing something hands-on to pass the time. She's been taught to whittle and likes to do that during peaceful, slow days, along with maintaining her gear. More often than not Ylva keeps to herself when engaged in such activities but isn't opposed to company. However if she's feeling particular restless she won't hesitate to get some extra sword training in. No such thing as keeping a blade too sharp, after all.
It isn't until business comes into play that one sees just how hard and pragmatic Ylva's upbringing has been. It is very, very unlikely for Ylva to perform even the simplest of tasks without the incentive of payment. When it comes to work of any kind gold is key, and Ylva knows how to haggle and barter if she thinks she won't be making enough money from a job. As such she can be seen as cruel and uncaring, but to her it's simply what she was taught. It's logical and makes sense. That isn't to say she is entirely without morals, but Ylva very rarely places them ahead of what's practical. Even if she rescues someone from imminent danger of her own accord she expects some form of payment for the deed.
Due to her lifestyle Ylva doesn't see a committed relationship as a possibility. She hasn't yet begun to think of settling down should she survive her life as a mercenary, so she tends try and keep anyone she forges a friendship with outside of her guild at arm's reach. Affection and real romance are frightening to her, at least for now, so any relationships are kept to relieving carnal desires and little else.
Story: Ylva remembers nothing of her birth family. There aren't even any stories of them for her to be told of. Most likely they were simple Ilian mercenaries that got killed. Either on the job or from some sort of bandit raid. Either way they left a toddler behind in their home, and Ylva is damned lucky she was found at all.
What she DOES know is that she was found by a man named Yngvar. Of course Yngvar was young when he found the small girl, and he took pity on her. Against the will of his mercenary guild he took young Ylva back to his guild headquarters in eastern Ilia. His guild was the Snolinjaal. Not a large guild, numbering only around 15 members on average, yet old nonetheless, a fact they attributed to their intelligence. The size of the guild didn't matter if it's members brought in little coin and got themselves killed, after all.
And it was with the Snolinjaal, mostly under the eye of Yngvar and his sister Siri, that Ylva was raised. The two even gave Ylva her name, and taught her some of the family values they had learned from before they were brought into the guild. However, being raised INSIDE a guild was different, and Ylva was even more heavily influenced by that than Yngvar and Siri were. The Snolinjaal began to call her the "Guild's Daughter", and while they against the idea as a whole at first she had eventually grown on them. It wasn't long before the current leader of the guild, Hadvar, to demand Ylva learn to fight. The girl needed to pull her own weight, what better way than to ready her for work?
Ylva first lifted a training sword at age 8, but her training was harsh nonetheless. The Snolinjaal didn't pride themselves on honour or even skill in battle, but on survival and the quality of their work. So while Ylva was taught to fight there was nothing knightly about her swordplay. Nothing flashier than need be. Ylva was a fast learner, taking to the sword easier than anyone expected. Perhaps she learned so swiftly from always watching the other mercenaries training, or watching Yngvar and Siri sparring.
In time Hadvar eventually passed away. Not on the job, but due to simple sickness. The man had gotten old and his body had begun to fail him, so it was of no great shock to anyone. What was surprising was that Yngvar had actually become the most accomplished member of the guild, and thus he was voted in as the next head. It was around this time that Yngvar decided Ylva was ready for her first mission, and as she went on her first official mission as a Snolinjaal merc, Yngvar went with her on his first mission as head of the guild.
Ylva and the Snolinjaal as a whole kept themselves, staying as far from the politics of Elibe as they could. One of their beliefs was that getting politically involved with Ilia or any country on Elibe was a good way to wind up dead, as politicians and nobles were even more self-serving when politics and war were involved than at any other time. As such Ylva developed a natural distrust of nobles, though she didn't particular trust anyone outside of the guild as it was.
In time, however, word did spread to Yngvar of the growing monster problem in Lycia. Work in Ilia was always extremely competitive, given so many mercenaries were born and raised in it, and Bern wasn't exactly welcoming any Ilians any time soon, Yngvar mad a rather large announcement. The guild would be abandoning it's headquarters and moving to Lycia.
Yngvar had proven a fine leader since being voted in so the guild went along with it, albeit with a great deal of grumbling and a few complaints. Even Ylva approached Yngvar, curious as to what he was scheming. Yngvar merely gave a hardy chuckle and clasped Ylva's shoulder.
“Best save up for a silver blade, Ylva. We're gonna be huntin' monsters.”
