Muckelpu

(I could not fit all of the description up top, so I put it in here I hope that will be okay?) Physical Appearance: Liv is a 5,9ft tall lean and muscular woman. She weighs around 180 pounds. She has pale skin, which is scarred by a few Cuts in her face. She also has few light freckles around her nose and cheeks. Her platinum blond hair almost reaches her rather flat chest. Liv wears the upper half of her hair braided in a few braids and tied up in a loose ponytail with a leather strap. Normally she covers her body with her father’s old armor and wear his old nicked dull sword at her side. Behavior: Liv most of the time show no warm emotions towards anyone, she buried them deep inside of herself and covered her heart with a hard shell of numbness. Her Trust issues and loss of her father, makes it hard for her to build up deep friendships or allowing herself to love again. She regularly drinks. She dislikes physical intamacy. Liv has often nightmares when she falls asleep. Past: You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” With a calm posture Liv watches the old carefully. “If you know who I am, wouldn’t it be fair to know who you are?” She then rests her left Hand on the handle of the old sword, which was missing its tip. The old hag gestures again towards a cushion, smiling a toothless smile. “Come on sit down lad, I know you and I know what happened. But still I would like to hear it from your lips?” Shocked not able to control her face she stared at the women with disbelief. Her resting hand now grabbed the sword tighter, so tight that her knuckles became white. “You…know…but how?” Still standing her ground by the entrance Liv took a deep breath in. At the next moment she found herself watching her life from the beginning, like she was reading a story of herself. Was is it the Old Hags magic? Liv was born in the outskirts of Norland, on a sheep farm to a former soldier and his loving wife. Sigurd was a former member of the ashen guard, but had to retire after he lost his left eye and leg in a fight. He loved his daughter more than everything especially after his wife fell sick and became bedridden. So, Liv had to help around the house and farm at an early age, clearing the house of snow, cook and help preparing the firewood. When she reached her tenth winter her mother finally succumbed to her illness and passed on. Liv then felt a numbness spreading through her and the conversation between her and Sigurd became much fewer. Sigurd began to drink more, feeling helpless watching his daughter grow up without her former smiles and laughs. He then tried another approach to try and bond with Liv once again, by trying to teach her sword fighting. Liv was at first hesitant and disinterested in it, but recognized her father’s effort and tried her best to not disappoint him. By the age of fifteen Liv had developed a stronger bond with her father than ever before, she had fun during her lessons with him and was becoming better at it. It was also around that time that a friend of her father, a former comrade in arms, Sven came for a visit with his son Leif. Liv and Leif started to bond with another over the visits, which became more and more frequent. He started to give Liv some tips on her sword fighting, while they were training together. They both fantasized about becoming strong warriors and often sat laughing together in the woods, while taking care of the sheep. Liv became slowly aware of her feelings for Leif, for him who had given her back her smile and laughs. Leif did seem to have the same feelings toward Liv, at least he told her it was that way. They started dating at the age of seventeen, but soon afterwards Leif seemed to change. He became more distant and looked at Liv with a sadness in his eyes that Liv could not understand. When she asked what was wrong, he would just say that some thoughts were clouding his mind and would give her a comforting kiss. One day Liv was out with the Sheep gathering firewood and preparing it for the winter, Leif did not come that day to her like he promised. When she returned towards the farm, she could hear the clashing sound of two swords. She began to run when she realized it was coming from her house, out of breath she arrived and froze in shock at what she saw. Leif, who was standing above somebody on the ground, after a long moment she realized who was laying there in the snow that was slowly turning red. She gasped for air when her knees were shaking, slowly she stumbled towards the body. Not knowing why Leif stood there, he did not even look at her when she was calling out to him with her broken voice. She fell on her knees beside her father, trying to stop the bleeding. Her body trembled uncontrollably while she cried, looking at the boy she loved. The boy who she wanted to marry, but when she met his gaze all she could see was pity and hate. “Why would you do that…why Leif?!” She screamed, but all he did was laugh. A nasty laugh one that she never could have imagined coming from him. He then leaned down to her, grabbing her by the hair forcing her to look him in the eye. “You know…you and this old fool were just something to despise, just like my father said. Your old man got soft…he believed every word of father’s sob story how he lost his position and his wife. You know he never lost her, he simply got rid of her just how I am going to get rid of you weak and soft little thing.” He had a crazy grin on his blood smeared face, which caused Liv’s body to go numb. Simply staring at him with blank and broken eyes. Leif threw her to the ground next to the lifeless body. The next moment he kicked her father old sword towards Liv. “Come on pick it up…you should at least try to defend yourself. It would be to boring to just slay you without any defense.” She looked a long moment at her father’s sword, it’s tipped apparently got chipped of when he fought with Leif. Liv’s fingers were shaking when she finally could bring herself to reach out for it, but as soon as they touched the blood covered hilt they tightened in a sturdy grip. Her heart started pounding with hatred when she finally felt something. A cold look on her face she stood up just to see a blade coming towards her face and barely able to take step back. A sharp pain shot through her face where Leif’s blade cut her cheek and nose. A pained scream leaving her lips, as she stumbled backwards clinging to her own blade forcing herself to stay focused. The next few attacks she was able parry just in time. Leif was good, he was always better she had only managed to defeat him a few times in the past. Biting her teeth and with angry groan she charged towards Leif, she would not be defeated by him this time. She would be fooled by him again. Her sword hit its target this time which caused Leif to let go of his blade and hold his belly. “You little…” He did not get to say another word as another strike followed to prevent him from speaking. Liv felt exhausted to the ground holding her own wounds, crying. She did not know when she finally was able to stop crying, she just knew she did not feel anything afterwards. There was this big void and numbness, while she burned her father’s body with the house. She did not care about it anymore; she did not care about anything but his belongings: his sword and armor. She just left, left Leif’s body on the ground, left her home which was not a welcoming place anymore but a graveyard of her happiness. Liv wandered aimlessly for the next few years taking on jobs where she could, on a farm or as tavern doorkeeper, whatever would give her quick coin. Suddenly Liv finds herself back with the old hag, holding her own neck while gasping for air. Sweat ran down her forehead and she looked anxiously around. Staring at the old hag for a long moment before she turned around and stormed off, Liv’s eyes had shown that she experienced something terrible just now.