Saga Northwood

[Pinkevilgirl 21]

-Saga Northwood-
 

Nicknames: Whisper
Age: 23 years
Gender: Female
Race: Human

 

Height: 5'7'' (170cm) 
Weight: 156lbs (70kg)
Eyes: Icy blue
Hair: Borderline white
Body Type: Muscled athletic
Skin: Pale, does not tan nor does it seem to get burnt

Distinguishing characteristics:  Has a jagged scar running across her throat which original injury damaged her vocal chords, leaving her with a hoarse raspy voice. As a result, she speaks sparingly as it strains her voice. In addition, she has several other smaller scars, ranging from what looks like old burn injuries to cuts to claw and bite marks though none as distinct as the one running across her throat.

What she does however have, is an extensive set of tattoos which covers most of the right side of her back in addition to her right arm and additional tattoos on the inside of her left lower arm and on the left side of her chest. Full details in the appearance section.

Appearance: Standing at about 5'7'' (170cm) with broad shoulders and an athletic build, Saga's easily distinguishable as a Northerner with pale skin, paler hair and eyes the colour of ice. Her hair, unlike that of most women in her culture, is kept short with the exception of a couple of long thin braids tucked behind her right ear and decorated with a few beads of glass and wood.

Her clothes, likewise, are simple but durable, made from dark leathers and fur complete with heavy boots and a wolf fur cloak resting over her shoulders. The teeth of said wolf decorating a necklace around her, well, neck, since that where you generally wear necklaces.

Her skin is marked by a few scars, and a few tattoos, most of which seemed to be stylized silhouettes outlined with black and blue colours. Although most of them are hidden from view with just a hint at what is there showing when she's wearing short sleeves exposing her arms.

What is noticeable though is the fact that she always, even during the summer, tends to wear a scarf around her neck, covering it up. The reason for this isn't widely known but if she was to remove it, you'd be able to see a long jagged scar running across the pale skin of her throat. 

Saga's tattoos cover most of her left arm, travelling up and across her shoulders and down almost the full right side of her back, made in black, flat blue and shades of gray to portray the tribal style patterns, symbols and mythological creatures typical to the northerner tribes. All the tattoos are of the same style, made in colours of flat black, flat grey and the inverted version (skin colour), with gray work only used for such things as clouds and wind and blue to detail and make it pop.
The ornamental patterns weave their way up her right arm, looking like dragonesque serpents right out of mythology. The necks of said serpents weaving and threading over and under each other, with one coming back to bite down on its tail while another seem to dig its fangs into her flesh.

Said ornamental patterns weave over her shoulder where their join to form a gaping wolf's head complete with engraved fangs, facing towards the center of her back there it rests upon her shoulder blade. A few more of the same style of patterns continuing down the right side of her back where they appear to look like hanging branches from which the silhouette of birds in flight can be spotted.

Gray work clouds and snow crystals have also been incorporated with the darker patterns. And hidden among the clouds are the discreet outlines of even more wolves, running with the winds and forming a pack. While other silhouettes hints at other creatures hidden among the detail work to which the darker colours are set.
In addition, a bird's silhouette rests upon the swell of her left breast, seemingly in flight. While tattooed in bold runes on the inside of her left arm are the words "Tamdir ulfar hagar ser eins hundar" (Domesticated wolves are nothing but dogs).

All in all, it’s is truly an impressive piece of work, that seem to constantly reveal more as one looks closer.

 

Personality: Saga doesn't speak much, in fact, it happens so rarely that a lot of people haven't ever heard her actual voice. This isn't because she doesn't have one however, but because, were she to pull down the scarf that always obscures her throat, one would find a long jagged scar running across it. The scar, the result of an old injury that should've killed her, left her with a permanent damage to her vocal chords. She can still speak but her voice is raspy and a bit distorted. The woman, more often than not, whispering the few times she has to speak due to the strain it puts on her vocal chords.

As such, she is often mistaken for being difficult or arrogant or just stupid. But the truth is she isn't any of those things. Or well, maybe difficult, no one ever claimed she was perfect. What she is though, is stubborn and hard headed but loyal to those she's taken to trusting. The woman a loyal soul once her trust has been given, although she's equally vengeful if she was to find said trust broken.

More often than not however, Saga's happy just doing her own thing and generally don't seek out trouble even if trouble occasionally seeks out her. Because her laid back nature isn't one that strives for power or influence but which is merely content living a good life.

Not everyone needs to be a hero.

 

Strengths:  A hunter and woodsman, Saga is at home in the forests of the cold north, capable of living off the land. She has some blacksmithing skills, most likely derrived through an apprenticeship at some point in her life. And appears to have a natural affinity with animals, canines in particular.

Weaknesses: To say she's uncomfortable in warm climates would be an understatement, likewise, she is not very good with well, civilization. She isn't an hermit, she just wouldn't be able to thrive in a city and tends to grow uneasy when feeling too confined.
It's also well worth noting that her damaged voice makes communication, at times, difficult. The woman rarely speaking and more often than not defaulting to sign language to communicate.

 

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: -
Religion: -

 

Job/Class: Blacksmith
Profession(s): Blacksmith
Special Skill(s): A blacksmith by trade, her skill set is one of a survivor and huntsman. The woman at home in the wild, tracking, hunting and surviving in environments not necessarily suited for human life. What she considers her greatest strength though is her natural affinity with animals, canines in particular.

 

Fighting Style:

Trained Weapon:
Favored Weapon: One handed sword or one handed ax. While a decent enough fighter, she, like any fighter, has her favoured weapons and style of fighting. But while she would prefer to have an ax or sword in hand, when push comes to shove, a hammer or other one handed weapon would do with as well.

Archery: Saga is actually decent archer. Not her favoured weapon in a fight, but as a hunter, one she wouldn't want to be without. The woman favouring a strong composite longbow she has made herself.

 

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Children: None
Extended Family: None

Pet(s):

 

History: It's hard to say for sure where Saga's originally from as her story begins but a couple of years ago when she woke up bloodied and beaten in the mountains. Whether caught by an avalanche or something more sinister and left for dead, she dug her way out of the snow of the Hallowvale mountains and stumbled her way to civilization while bruised and bleeding, collapsing on the door step to a tavern.

 

And that, was the beginning. Because waking up hours later in a warm bed with worried faces all around, she couldn't recall who she was or where she was from. The only reason they even had a name to call her by being the rune stone hanging from her bracelet which spelled the word "Saga".

 

She'd carried a broken sword with her, only the hilt and about a foot of the blade remaining as it appeared to have been snapped clean off. The pommel of which was the shape of a wolf's head. A clue perhaps as to her origins, but not one that helped pin point it any further. 

 

What was obvious however, was that Death must've been cursing her escape as she had been found with her throat slit but somehow still alive. A jagged scar and damaged voice a seemingly small price to pay for having survived what should've been a untimely death.

 

Regardless, there was no point lingering on what had been or what had happened. Specially not when she couldn't remember it. And as it always does, life went on. Because the world doesn't slow down just because your life has been uprooted and thrown into chaos.

 

Saga, once recovered enough to travel, took to the road. Not really having much of a goal in mind as much as feeling there was something in her that needed to move, needed to travel, as if it was searching for something she couldn't name. Her journey slowly bringing her northbound towards the Holy Oren Empire. though for what reason, she's yet to figure out.

 

Edited November 6, 2015 by Pinkevilgirl