Deinian | Female | 27 | Self Proclaimed Queen
There
has always been
a magnetic quality
to the half-pale
Skaggi Unfrid
Skaggi is her father's daughter.
Her mother's joy.
The Ölmur tribes pride.
Many believed Skaggi to be born for war; for conquering— perhaps they should have seen the signs; the growing strength both in her body and those that followed behind her, the trail of defeated in her wake, her dark hazel eyes hungering for more. Not for herself, no, but for all the peoples of Dein. Her brothers and sisters of ice and snow. They deserved better.
They deserved more.
And she would deliver it unto them.
Skaggi was born amidst a terrible late-winter storm, one that nearly strangled the life right out of Dein. She, along with a few others born in the same season, survived, thanks to the Ölmur tribe pulling their dwindling resources together. The few that lasted into their childhood were heralded as the future's good fortune, as the tribe's pride and joy, and they were well tested throughout their later years, to ensure they lived up to their expectations; for they would one day lead the Elder tribe.
When Skaggi was thirteen and on a hunt with her father and a few others, tragedy in the form of the Winter Stag struck. Though the beast was eventually killed, gutted, and skinned, Skjorrad Unfrid lost a hand in the process. The one he used to swing his hammer in the forge. It took some time getting used to, but as an elder of the tribe he was not without merit and spent the remainder of his life passing down secrets and tools of the trade to anyone willing to spend the sweat, blood, and tears before his ancestral forge. Skaggi understands the basics of forging, she grew up in the warmth of her father's forge, helping out where she could. And perhaps her life would have turned out differently, had she decided to take up her father's mantle. But she didn't. The day Skjorrad lost his hand was the day Skaggi decided she would become the Ölmur tribe's greatest warrior. She would defend her people with life and limb, just as her father had. And though he left this world some years ago now, his words still ring true in her heart,
"The cattle will die, Skaggi, just as I, for all men have mortal lives; but remember, my child, remember this good and clear: words of praise upon honorable deeds will never perish, nor will a name of honor and integrity."
ABILITIES, SKILLS, AND TOOLS
Skaggi prefers to dual wield two small hand-axes, enjoying the daze of battle, the heightened emotions, the slowing of time as your life hung between life and death.
She is a formidable warrior, though there is a small, dubious reason for this. Skaggi is excellent at distraction, at trash talking, at subjugating fear within the minds of her enemies. Her voice was always enough to make them stagger, to second guess their footing, to doubt their instincts. And when they did, she'd strike with staggering blows, her half-pale strength unmistakable.
Ever since she was a child, Skaggi has been fascinated with her
projection, despite her father's worry that she would not receive it, due to her being half Pale and half Iqinile. Her projection prowess is deceptively strong, capable of entering the minds of her entire band of 20+ loyalists at once with relative ease, if not a bit of mental fatigue after the fact. She has stretched the bounds of her projection over the years, doubling, if not tripling the distance of her projection compared to average users of the skill. At this point in her life, it is as natural as breathing and has trained both facial expressions and physical reactions to reduce the obviousness of her frequent projection-communication.
OTHER
— Despite Skaggi's incredible strength, her mother continues to be stronger and even more durable than she. She is well known and well respected within the Ölmur tribe, if only for her absolute strength, tenacity, and being the wife of Skjorrad Unfrid.
