#:character development

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☤ character development | scars

3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?

As a Viking, it would be rare not to have any scars, and Nel is no exception. Most of them are small, tiny little things dotting her arms and legs, barely noticeable. The most prominent would be the one she keeps hidden - at the small of her back is an adult hand sized burn scar. Although it may not look like much, this scar carries meaning.

It was received when Nel underwent dragon training, and was unfortunate enough to be paired up with a rather loud-mouthed, reckless, pig-headed idiot. Sounds like most Viking lads, right? Well, this one fancied himself the greatest dragon slayer of all time, just waiting to be discovered, as most do. However, although he had 'courage' (some would call it stupidity), he possessed little intelligence. Whilst taking the time to boast of his skill in the arena, he left himself completely open to attack. Nel, acting upon instinct, moved to shove him out of the way, and had her back grazed in the process. The fire blast, although barely touching her, knocked her down and left a nasty scar for the rest of her life.

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☤ characted development | physical features

2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?

Nel's most prominent physical feature would undoubtedly be her hair. The length and Viking braid is common, however the colour of unusual and considered rare, rarer than red hair among Berkians and other Viking clans. A pale blonde, so pale it is often confused to be white, Nel inherited it from her great-grandmother. The village Elder who birthed her recalled an old story that said those born with hair so pale is was almost white were old souls reborn and that even as children, they would grow to be wise.

Besides her pale hair, Nel has her father's blue eyes and the slim, lithe build often associated with the younger female Vikings, although hers is considered a little more 'pear' shaped with wider hips and a smaller bust.

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☤ character development | parents

1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

Nel has a good relationship with her mother, despite the miscommunication between them. Nel was raised from the age of nine by a single mother, after her father did not return from a venture against the Dragon's Nest. Nel has never held it against the ways of the Vikings or the chief about what happened to her father - warriors who did not come back was common place and he was honoured with a warrior's death, defending the life of his comrades by facing a Deadly Nadder and falling against it's poison. However, she has yet to find it in her heart to truly forgive the dragons because of it.

Nel and her mother have an interesting relationship. One would think, seeing the two of them interact, that they would hate to spend time in each other's company. Nella's mother is cheerful, bubbly and, in the nicest way possible, not all that bright. However, she is loyal and hardworking, a solid member of the community who will happily pull her weight and understands the efforts of hard work. Her daughter often finds her to be overwhelming, and just wishes she would sit down and stop talking for five minutes a day, but alas. Nella's mother's favourite topic of conversation with her daughter always seems to come back to marriage, a topic that exhaust and exasperates Nel to no end.

Despite this, her mother has always been a supportive figure in her life, accepting her daughter's decision to become a healer and live away from Berk for the years her training would require, and giving up the strong possibility of marriage in aid of pledging her life to healing. However, that still doesn't stop her from trying to encourage her daughter to not 'waste her youth and beauty' in trying to get her a man. Nella, now she has returned, is thankful to have been given her own home.

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♔ - Do they value loyalty?

((Above most everything. It’s probably the one thing that’s managed to keep him afloat in his line of work. He would never rat on any of his bosses and he would prefer going to jail over one of his employees getting locked up [that includes the girls in the back].))

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♠, ☺,✕

♠ - What are they afraid of?

((Rejection. It’s almost sad, but he could probably handle being arrested over being rejected by someone he cares for.))

((Already did the second but the ask earlier was cut off. It's there now!))

✕ - How do they handle rejection?

((Alvin’s a master at pretending it doesn’t bother him. He’ll smile and try and make a joke, then try and bury it way down inside and pretend it never happened. He copes by not coping at all))

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★; ☺

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

((Alvin loves daytime, but with his business, he has to keep strange hours. Usually he’s up from 8 in the morning until 1, then he sleeps till about 7pm and he’s up most of the night just to make sure he can handle anything that goes in with the brothel.

But if it was up to him, he’d be in bed by 9 or 10 at night, then up at 6 in the morning to watch the sun rise. It makes him feel alive and far away from the dark underbelly he let himself be dragged into.))

☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?

((Sweet. He had a sour lemon once and he thought he was gonna throw up.))

[sardonicbeauty]

I Can't Take Back The Words I Never Said

                   With all of the constant bullshit happening around her, Pam was on the verge of throwing her hands up in defeat; first with the fucking witches causing her to decompose from the inside out, Russell Edgington, everything involving Sookie, Eric releasing her and the god damn Authority fiasco — Pam wasn’t sure she could take much more. She had lost everything, or at least that’s what it had felt like with one thing happening after the other and suddenly it was getting worse and worse. Her number one fear was losing Eric and although she hadn’t lost him entirely, she knew their relationship was changing and she wasn’t the least bit happy about it. But she would remain strong just as she always did. After all, this hadn’t been the worst thing she’s had to endure and yet it was getting pretty damn close.

                                                       The worst thing.

   Pam’s gaze slowly drifted towards the dresser then, lips involuntarily parting as she stood from where she was sitting and made her way towards the wooden frame, allowing her fingers to hesitantly slide open the small corner drawer. If she had the capability of breathing, she would have ceased to do so all together in that moment as her eyes fell upon the black laced garter that was folded up neatly on its own. Fingers soon finding themselves caressing over the gentle fabric as images began to flood her head of its previous owner: the notorious Velma Kelly.

   Why? Of all the fucking things she was already dealing with now, why was she allowing herself to think about her?

   This was the last thing she needed and yet, she almost couldn't help it. Curling her fingers around the garter then, she closed her eyes and rose the garment to her nostrils, allowing the lace to caress over her cheek as the faint smell of musk and smoke still managed to linger after so many years. She could feel the blood beginning to form at the corner of her eyes then and soon she became angry; fingers clenched, her upper lip curled and she slammed the garter against the drawer with a cry that seemed to echo about the small room.

She cracked.

Pamela had c r a c k e d.

   That was it, the final straw and she had fully allowed herself to go there. But in a way, she had needed it most desperately. Now more than ever. She needed to let out the pain; the sorrow; the anger; everything. Turning around with the garter still in her clutches, she brought it to her chest as she leaned back against the wall, her eyes finally fluttering open as the blood streamed down her cheeks and eventually she slid slowly downwards.

   To this very night Pam had associated Velma's death to being her own fault. —— She should have been more patient; she should have been there sooner; she should have known Velma's addiction and tried to save her before it was all too late.

  She should have said it. She should have told her. Three simple words and perhaps that would have made everything better; or worse. Either way, she'd never know. So many things she'd never know and she would live the rest of her eternity not knowing what could have been or how Velma felt. There was no use dwelling on the past, that had always been something she herself had always said. Pain was a worthless emotion and yet here she was, delving into it as if it was something she had actually { craved. } Pam had sought out her vengeance a long time ago; she had avenged Velma's death and yet that hadn't been enough to take away the pain that she'd have to live with forever. That image of the woman's dying form clutched within her fingers much like her garter had been now and the almost apologetic look that had graced her features during those final moments and Pam tried — she had tried desperately to save her; to turn her. She should have turned her, it should have worked and yet, nothing happened. Just death; pure death and for the first time in her vampiric life Pam had experienced loss in a way she never thought she ever could.

   Nor would she ever do so again. A vow she had made in that moment to never experience the pain of loss nor that kind of suffering and so she shut everyone out entirely, save for Eric. But there would be no love, no compassion for anyone other than herself and her maker. That's all she had and she would give no opportunity for anyone else to step past that threshold. To allow any form of emotion to conquer over her in the same way that Velma had conquered her. Never again. She couldn't handle it.