Hjarta (Rider/Future Rider Application)
Apr 3, 2012 22:32:55 GMT -5
Post by esa on Apr 3, 2012 22:32:55 GMT -5
Your time is much appreciated. 
Constructive crit welcome.
(Character made in Oct '11.)
Full Name: Just Hjarta (meaning heart). She grew up in a small, simple village where there was no real need for last names.
Other name: NA
Race: Half human, half elf (see background)
Side: NA
Birthplace: The village Samhain along the Ninor River, which isn't on most maps
Age: 33, but looks about 20 (NOTE: I could be inaccurate over the age-appearance ratio for half-elves, please correct me if I'm wrong)
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 11th
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Ash-blonde
Weight: 143 lb
Height: 5’10
Magic User: Yes. Due to her Elvish blood, she has more potential than any human. Unfortunately, she is untrained, therefore she is nowhere near mastering magic or even gaining a basic understanding of it. The only real thing she can do is create sparks from her fingertips which is pretty much useless. As a child, she occasionally accomplished small feats, such as making a flowers blossom, albiet involuntary. Her magic's color was once pale pink, but after her husband left her, it changed to a dull shade of magenta to reflect her bitterness.
Preferred Weapon(s): Unskilled with weapons but keeps a small dagger hidden in her belt for precaution
Appearance: She’s rather plain with high cheekbones and a prominent pointed chin. She has a heart-shaped face. The only memorable qualities among her physical features are her height (a whopping 5’10) and her eyes, a vivid amber. Her body lacks blemishes except for a series of white scars on her knees from slipping on ice. Hjarta’s skin is light brown. Her thin wispy ash-blonde hair falls just to her shoulders. She keeps it short because she considers it more practical. She’s quite tall and somewhat bony rather than muscular or slender. The only signs of her Elvish heritage are her pointed ears. Her style of dress is simple. She usually wears a loose-fitting shirt and leather boots. Hjarta opts for hunting chaps rather than a skirt or a dress.
Personality: Hjarta is generally kind-hearted, but she comes off as unlikable and unfriendly. She's bitter about her situation and life in general. It's difficult to grow close to her as she's scared of trusting others. Hjarta is anxious of being abandoned and rejected. With Alignor's abandonment, all her insecurities were doubled, and she couldn't help but think of her mother. Her magic reflected her emotions and changed color to a dark magenta. Hjarta considers herself destined for loneliness after her father dies. She’s grown to be rather sullen.
Although she's quiet, Hjarta isn't stupid. She thinks a lot and is much more observant than others would take her for. She is quick to react and she prefers not to talk about herself. That's also one of her biggest downfalls. Hjarta is difficult to work with since she's a weak communicator. She often paints (rarely with actual paint; it's too hard to get in her little village) because it's easier to get her feelings out on paper. Her chosen colours often reflect her current moods and are the best way to read her.
Likes: Children, painting, dark brown bread, flowers, the sound of rushing water, her father, climbing trees, natural beauty, wine
Dislikes: Overly sunny weather, liars, seeing others cry and feeling useless about it, her mother, reading, sweet foods, people bothering her, arrogance
Strengths: Her tight bond with Sanglirr, her sense of justice (can also be a weakness), biological advantage over other humans (half Elvish; it can be a weakness when dealing with Elves since she only has half their natural skill), practicality and common sense, balance, hard-worker
Weakness: Her inability to let go of the past, her bitterness, teamwork, opening up to others, stubbornness, lack of magical knowledge, lack of weapons training, nosiness, over-attention to detail, lack of self-confidence, poor with identifying emotions and comforting others, no real education, poor reader, naive (she's only 33 and has rarely left her village!)
Family: Erik (her human father, raised her, age 59), Desma (her Elvish mother, age 233), Arignol (former husband, aged 29)
Not-So-Brief History:
Desma was shy of two hundred years old when she met Erik. The elf maiden was returning from visiting a far off friend when she stopped in Samhain. She paid for a two day rest in the tavern. Desma noticed a perculiar house, amongst the others. It was strange because it had an odd attachment to it made of some odd clear material.
"We grow flowers," said an unfamiliar voice. "It keeps the heat in."
She turned. That was the first time she met Erik, a man who grew flowers for a living. Later on he explained to her that a small caravan arrived every once in a while to buy the flowers. What the caravan did after that was none of his business.
They talked for a long time. They became more than friends. Erik liked the stranger and Desma liked the flower man. She left him after extending her stay for three weeks. She returned ten months later with the baby, who she had named Hjarta. Desma never explained why she couldn't keep the baby and she never explained why she couldn't stay.
But Erik knew the sad outcome of mortal life and the never-ending longevity of the elves. He figured it out himself.
Hjarta was light-hearted child who never took things personally. She knew her mother wasn't human and the rare times she asked about her, Erik managed to change the topic. Growing up, she had two close friends, Marika and Odin. There were occasional times when Odin would snort and call Marika and Hjarta's feminine games ('Housekeeper', 'Doll Family') "silly" but all the same, he buckled up and played. The main reason that they were close was because the three were born only weeks apart.
When Hjarta was twelve years old, her mother visited Samhain. It remains one of Hjarta's clearest memories. She and Marika were playing on the floor, rolling marbles around when an etheral being entered. Hjarta asked the stranger who she was, but the stranger only laughed and revealed herself: Desma, an elf, and Hjarta's mother. Her mother expected a warm welcome, but Hjarta remained on the floor, shyly fiddling with her marbles, suddenly interested in the floor boards. She didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. Desma, her mother, stayed overnight, wanting to get to know her daughter better, but the visit did not go well. That night after dinner, Hjarta ran off in tears to Marika's house. She remembered her mother's exact words.
"I just couldn't keep you. It was too much of a disturbance to my life."
Like Hjarta, Desma had no talent for words or consolations. When Hjarta returned home, her mother was gone. After Desma left, Hjarta had her first serious conversation with her father about her mother.
There was a pivotal point in Hjarta's life when she realized the meaning of grief. Odin died while hunting: a wild boar speared him like a pig (if it was anyone else who had died and if it wasn't so serious, she might have commented on the irony) and drove him against a tree. She stood with Marika at his funeral, holding her sobbing friend and fighting back tears of her own, refusing to cry, telling herself she shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't.
When Hjarta was eighteen, her mother visited again, but this time Hjarta's emotions were in check. Desma brought over a scroll, written in the Elvish language with a translation to the common tongue. Hjarta desired to learn the magics of her people, even if she considered mortals more her kin than the Elves. Hjarta wanted the gift desperately, but her pride alone caused her to refuse the gift. She then left the house and went for a walk in the forest. Desma mother had left without saying goodbye. Hjarta couldn't bring herself to care. Desma was a stranger to her. A stranger who had never been part of her daughter's life. A stranger who had hurt Hjarta's father, the person who Hjarta could forgive for anything, the person who she loved unconditionally.
Hitting the age of twenty-six, someone took serious interest in Hjarta (for what reason, she didn't know). Four years younger, Arignol began to pay visits to Hjarta at her father's greenhouse where she helped him nurture his flowers. She was flattered by the attention. She got to know Arignol and they became friends. She married him when she was twenty-seven. If back then, someone had asked Hjarta about love, she would have replied with a small, knowing smile and a little laugh. Now, she'd ignore the question.
The rift occured when Hjarta and Arignol wanted to become parents. After trying for a year, she eventually complained to her father, who looked away (she remembered the look on his face to this day, the guilt in his eyes) and Erik told her the truth: Elvish/human hybrids were often sterile. She passed the thought onto Arignol, who reassured Hjarta, telling her it was okay, but Hjarta could tell he was upset. Within two weeks, he left the village, leaving with only a few words to his family. The village wondered what interpassed between Arignol and Hjarta - many suspected adultry. It ruined Hjarta's relationship with the villagers, but not even Hjarta herself understood why Arignol had just left. Arignol had abandoned her for something beyond her control. It was the start of her growing bitterness.
Hjarta was never the same. She grew resentful and quiet, acknowledging the fact that she'd never have children. She stopped spending time with Marika. She stopped helping her father in the flower shop. Once some time passed, she began to control her life once more, going out with her friend and once more aiding her aging father, but the emotional change was obvious. Her laugh was no longer existant and her eyes lost their glint. She cut off her most of her hair, leaving it up to her shoulders. Marika and Hjarta grew apart. Marika found it difficult to find anything in common with Hjarta anymore, but Marika kept trying until she eventually realized there was nothing she could do to help Hjarta: so Hjarta lost her last true friend.
Aside from helping her father, Hjarta found another job. She wanted to save up money to eventually leave Samhain. She began to work at the local tavern, Silverlined, cleaning and serving the few guests that arrived. One day, some strange visitors had arrived and with them they brought a strange bulbous bag and some other strange possessions. Alas, her curiosity got the better of her. When the strangers weren't in their room, she went upstairs to look in the bag. The contents? Two harmless looking stones.
Her life took another unexpected turn when Hjarta touched what she didn't realize was a dragon egg.
Next post: Sanglirr
Constructive crit welcome.(Character made in Oct '11.)
Full Name: Just Hjarta (meaning heart). She grew up in a small, simple village where there was no real need for last names.
Other name: NA
Race: Half human, half elf (see background)
Side: NA
Birthplace: The village Samhain along the Ninor River, which isn't on most maps
Age: 33, but looks about 20 (NOTE: I could be inaccurate over the age-appearance ratio for half-elves, please correct me if I'm wrong)
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 11th
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Ash-blonde
Weight: 143 lb
Height: 5’10
Magic User: Yes. Due to her Elvish blood, she has more potential than any human. Unfortunately, she is untrained, therefore she is nowhere near mastering magic or even gaining a basic understanding of it. The only real thing she can do is create sparks from her fingertips which is pretty much useless. As a child, she occasionally accomplished small feats, such as making a flowers blossom, albiet involuntary. Her magic's color was once pale pink, but after her husband left her, it changed to a dull shade of magenta to reflect her bitterness.
Preferred Weapon(s): Unskilled with weapons but keeps a small dagger hidden in her belt for precaution
Appearance: She’s rather plain with high cheekbones and a prominent pointed chin. She has a heart-shaped face. The only memorable qualities among her physical features are her height (a whopping 5’10) and her eyes, a vivid amber. Her body lacks blemishes except for a series of white scars on her knees from slipping on ice. Hjarta’s skin is light brown. Her thin wispy ash-blonde hair falls just to her shoulders. She keeps it short because she considers it more practical. She’s quite tall and somewhat bony rather than muscular or slender. The only signs of her Elvish heritage are her pointed ears. Her style of dress is simple. She usually wears a loose-fitting shirt and leather boots. Hjarta opts for hunting chaps rather than a skirt or a dress.
Personality: Hjarta is generally kind-hearted, but she comes off as unlikable and unfriendly. She's bitter about her situation and life in general. It's difficult to grow close to her as she's scared of trusting others. Hjarta is anxious of being abandoned and rejected. With Alignor's abandonment, all her insecurities were doubled, and she couldn't help but think of her mother. Her magic reflected her emotions and changed color to a dark magenta. Hjarta considers herself destined for loneliness after her father dies. She’s grown to be rather sullen.
Although she's quiet, Hjarta isn't stupid. She thinks a lot and is much more observant than others would take her for. She is quick to react and she prefers not to talk about herself. That's also one of her biggest downfalls. Hjarta is difficult to work with since she's a weak communicator. She often paints (rarely with actual paint; it's too hard to get in her little village) because it's easier to get her feelings out on paper. Her chosen colours often reflect her current moods and are the best way to read her.
Likes: Children, painting, dark brown bread, flowers, the sound of rushing water, her father, climbing trees, natural beauty, wine
Dislikes: Overly sunny weather, liars, seeing others cry and feeling useless about it, her mother, reading, sweet foods, people bothering her, arrogance
Strengths: Her tight bond with Sanglirr, her sense of justice (can also be a weakness), biological advantage over other humans (half Elvish; it can be a weakness when dealing with Elves since she only has half their natural skill), practicality and common sense, balance, hard-worker
Weakness: Her inability to let go of the past, her bitterness, teamwork, opening up to others, stubbornness, lack of magical knowledge, lack of weapons training, nosiness, over-attention to detail, lack of self-confidence, poor with identifying emotions and comforting others, no real education, poor reader, naive (she's only 33 and has rarely left her village!)
Family: Erik (her human father, raised her, age 59), Desma (her Elvish mother, age 233), Arignol (former husband, aged 29)
Not-So-Brief History:
Desma was shy of two hundred years old when she met Erik. The elf maiden was returning from visiting a far off friend when she stopped in Samhain. She paid for a two day rest in the tavern. Desma noticed a perculiar house, amongst the others. It was strange because it had an odd attachment to it made of some odd clear material.
"We grow flowers," said an unfamiliar voice. "It keeps the heat in."
She turned. That was the first time she met Erik, a man who grew flowers for a living. Later on he explained to her that a small caravan arrived every once in a while to buy the flowers. What the caravan did after that was none of his business.
They talked for a long time. They became more than friends. Erik liked the stranger and Desma liked the flower man. She left him after extending her stay for three weeks. She returned ten months later with the baby, who she had named Hjarta. Desma never explained why she couldn't keep the baby and she never explained why she couldn't stay.
But Erik knew the sad outcome of mortal life and the never-ending longevity of the elves. He figured it out himself.
Hjarta was light-hearted child who never took things personally. She knew her mother wasn't human and the rare times she asked about her, Erik managed to change the topic. Growing up, she had two close friends, Marika and Odin. There were occasional times when Odin would snort and call Marika and Hjarta's feminine games ('Housekeeper', 'Doll Family') "silly" but all the same, he buckled up and played. The main reason that they were close was because the three were born only weeks apart.
When Hjarta was twelve years old, her mother visited Samhain. It remains one of Hjarta's clearest memories. She and Marika were playing on the floor, rolling marbles around when an etheral being entered. Hjarta asked the stranger who she was, but the stranger only laughed and revealed herself: Desma, an elf, and Hjarta's mother. Her mother expected a warm welcome, but Hjarta remained on the floor, shyly fiddling with her marbles, suddenly interested in the floor boards. She didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. Desma, her mother, stayed overnight, wanting to get to know her daughter better, but the visit did not go well. That night after dinner, Hjarta ran off in tears to Marika's house. She remembered her mother's exact words.
"I just couldn't keep you. It was too much of a disturbance to my life."
Like Hjarta, Desma had no talent for words or consolations. When Hjarta returned home, her mother was gone. After Desma left, Hjarta had her first serious conversation with her father about her mother.
There was a pivotal point in Hjarta's life when she realized the meaning of grief. Odin died while hunting: a wild boar speared him like a pig (if it was anyone else who had died and if it wasn't so serious, she might have commented on the irony) and drove him against a tree. She stood with Marika at his funeral, holding her sobbing friend and fighting back tears of her own, refusing to cry, telling herself she shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't.
When Hjarta was eighteen, her mother visited again, but this time Hjarta's emotions were in check. Desma brought over a scroll, written in the Elvish language with a translation to the common tongue. Hjarta desired to learn the magics of her people, even if she considered mortals more her kin than the Elves. Hjarta wanted the gift desperately, but her pride alone caused her to refuse the gift. She then left the house and went for a walk in the forest. Desma mother had left without saying goodbye. Hjarta couldn't bring herself to care. Desma was a stranger to her. A stranger who had never been part of her daughter's life. A stranger who had hurt Hjarta's father, the person who Hjarta could forgive for anything, the person who she loved unconditionally.
Hitting the age of twenty-six, someone took serious interest in Hjarta (for what reason, she didn't know). Four years younger, Arignol began to pay visits to Hjarta at her father's greenhouse where she helped him nurture his flowers. She was flattered by the attention. She got to know Arignol and they became friends. She married him when she was twenty-seven. If back then, someone had asked Hjarta about love, she would have replied with a small, knowing smile and a little laugh. Now, she'd ignore the question.
The rift occured when Hjarta and Arignol wanted to become parents. After trying for a year, she eventually complained to her father, who looked away (she remembered the look on his face to this day, the guilt in his eyes) and Erik told her the truth: Elvish/human hybrids were often sterile. She passed the thought onto Arignol, who reassured Hjarta, telling her it was okay, but Hjarta could tell he was upset. Within two weeks, he left the village, leaving with only a few words to his family. The village wondered what interpassed between Arignol and Hjarta - many suspected adultry. It ruined Hjarta's relationship with the villagers, but not even Hjarta herself understood why Arignol had just left. Arignol had abandoned her for something beyond her control. It was the start of her growing bitterness.
Hjarta was never the same. She grew resentful and quiet, acknowledging the fact that she'd never have children. She stopped spending time with Marika. She stopped helping her father in the flower shop. Once some time passed, she began to control her life once more, going out with her friend and once more aiding her aging father, but the emotional change was obvious. Her laugh was no longer existant and her eyes lost their glint. She cut off her most of her hair, leaving it up to her shoulders. Marika and Hjarta grew apart. Marika found it difficult to find anything in common with Hjarta anymore, but Marika kept trying until she eventually realized there was nothing she could do to help Hjarta: so Hjarta lost her last true friend.
Aside from helping her father, Hjarta found another job. She wanted to save up money to eventually leave Samhain. She began to work at the local tavern, Silverlined, cleaning and serving the few guests that arrived. One day, some strange visitors had arrived and with them they brought a strange bulbous bag and some other strange possessions. Alas, her curiosity got the better of her. When the strangers weren't in their room, she went upstairs to look in the bag. The contents? Two harmless looking stones.
Her life took another unexpected turn when Hjarta touched what she didn't realize was a dragon egg.
Next post: Sanglirr
