Brynhildr "Jötnar" Braene Rakoris

Heanta


Character information


Name: Brynhildr "Jötnar" Braene Rakoris
Age: 19
True age: 92
Sex: Female
Personality: 
Often distant, seemingly detached from the world and her surroundings with a forlorn expression plastered across her face causing her to come off as an enigma. This nature of hers is an inward delve into her mind the twisting caverns of personalities and emotions based off memories. This outward disregard for the world around her and lack of ability to help translate her meaning tends to get her the nickname Ice Queen. Though rarely does it bother her to be regarded as such, usually she won't even notice. While seemingly dazed, lost, and unresponsive to the world around her she's capable of snapping back to reality, finding her words, and more often than not her boiling anger rises to the surface with her.

Reality checks tend to cause her to react in a primal and feral manner. Typically with her inner demon matrix sparking to life sizzling with energy as she loses her mind on a brash impulse that her surroundings would be hostile to her. This brash outburst of anger is quelled quickly as she begins to come to her surroundings, although her nature and regard to such things becomes that of indifference. So what she had just attempted to murder someone in a blind rage or broke someones arm. It was simply their fault for getting in her way, for disturbing her.

Her anger aside, the brash nature of hers manifests in many other ways. She loves to binge upon silks, perfumes, and furs from others and animals. Often lashing out at them or even out right stealing them if she can't find a means of purchasing or winning the object. These decisions can cause her to get into quite a bit of trouble when interacting with someone who doesn't understand the machinations of her mind. Although she runs into many problems, the few that stick to her she's come to rely upon in a manner to translate her meaning as to why she takes without asking, steals without even a second thought of the consequences, and goes about pampering herself at her every whim. Those that stick around her are simply pawns, servants, her vassals.

Those unlucky enough to decide to stay around her find that she can be rather talkative when the time comes, and that she tends to fight a way to tom sawyer her way out of anything she has to do. Taking frequent naps and causing trouble are her favorite pass times after all. Without them how could she witness her own power and ensure that she wasn't a weakling like those that failed to ever achieve their matrix. Her challenges to receive her own matrix ingrained into her very being so thoroughly that even the hardship and failures of other Heanta drives her mad and sends her inward, often into another nap, or a violent fit of vindictive rage against herself for having been so weak in the beginning of her lifespan.

Bryn often finds it difficult for her to talk with others due to notably looking down on those around her until they have proven their worth to even speak to her and the air that she breaths. This pompous nature, alongside her own vindictive, enigmatic, lazy, and forlorn stature gives her a charm, and rightfully secures her as something similar to a rose. Within all this vengeful, lost, sad, and vigilant nature she has a compassion within her heart. She hates the weakness of others because she's scared of them getting hurt, she pampers herself because she's afraid of being forgotten, to not remember what it means to know the love of another. She fights with her own being simply to ensure that when push comes to shove, that she'll be the one shoving.


Likes/dislikes: 
Likes: Sleeping, Passing off duties, Silk apparel, furry animals, perfumes to coat the soot.
Dislikes: Weakness, failure, being talked down to, the excessive heat
Fears: The possibility of losing her matrix, the possibility of losing herself in her own mind, losing someone close to her.

Appearance


Height: 5' or 152cm
Weight: 105lb or 47kg
Appearance: A pale icey complexion to match her otherwise chilling personality. With an icey blue hairstyle to match with the tips of her long flowing hair turning a cotton candy pink into blonde give her a distinct appearance already. Her eyes however contrast with the entire idea of her cold heart, with two smoldering red eyes tinged with pink and orange. Beneath the long flowing her of hers are two rather pointed knife ears each slanted slightly up, just barely poking out from beneath her hair. A line of black crystals can be seen across her neck, this choker she wears is actually a portion of her demon matrix that is visible outside of her transformations, with her horns being positioned just above her ears and curling over her head much like a cows horns. Her small delicate frame sets her apart from the hulking males of the race, and even from the women in most cases, too boot she's rather defensive of her washboard chest. With small slender fingers each ending in viciously sharp nails the rather cute sugar plum has delicately small legs.
clothing: Too make things a little simpler, https://imgur.com/a/7trJfIc

Fighting style


General Fighting Tactics: Brynhildr will typically attempt to keep at medium range to effortless swap between using her polar abyss ability alongside a hit and run maneuver with her Drak'na. Due to her lack of strength mid range combat is the most comfortable for her where she can read her opponent and gauge their weaknesses while being able to unleash hell upon them. Once she has built her confidence she'll make hit and run attempts skirting in and out of close range combat to make the most of her Drak'Rakor training. When push comes to shove Bryn is more likely to leave a fight if she feels the odds won't stack in her favor unless she can find someone else to fight for her. In the case of having another combatant on her side, Bryn will forego her hit and run tactics and stay back to abuse her own speed to try and gain advantages over the opponent. If given the time she'll forego combat to heal allies when capable.

Combat Stats-

Strength || Poor
Speed || Good
Agility ||  Good
Durability || Poor
Stamina || Average
Magical power || Very good

Strengths: Ice/Cold resistance; She's less susceptible to Ice/Cold based abilities, taking 25% less damage from them, Poison Resistance; Poison duration's are cut by one post.

Weaknesses: Fire/Heat; she's susceptible to fire/heat based abilities, taking 25% more damage from them, Mentally Scarred; her memories of Korroth's bloody massacre haunt her even to this day. Fear effects cause her to begin wheezing, feeling ill, and rooted on the spot for a post. Witnessing multiple individuals die at once can also cause this affect to occur.

Weapons


Primary Weapon: Bryn's main weapon is hidden in plain sight, being capable of transforming her arms from the elbows down into monstrously large black hands. Each finger ends abruptly at the third knuckle, with the finger tips being replaced with large icey blue claws that reach back of the third and second knuckle. These hands give off an icey mist and are a catalyst to assist Bryn in channeling her magical potential. The icey blue finger tips are capable of being launch off as fast projectiles up to 50ft, however their effective range is 25ft before deviations occur for very weak damage per finger tip. Each individual finger tip takes a turn to regenerate.
An album to show them off, https://imgur.com/a/rQc8l04
secondary weapon: Bryn's secondary weapon is a modified Drak'na created with the aid of Rakoris blacksmiths and Jakken and Brynhildr's minds. Consisting of a pair of greaves that come up to cover the knee. The cover for the kneecap functioning as a blade for jabbing and slashing depending on the angle, the shins covered in small spikes to cause minor lacerations upon a kick, or tear skin if the leg were to drag across it. On the back of the heel, the tip of the toes, and the inside of the foot are three small bladed for quick piercing blows from kicks, while on the outside of the foot is a blade along the length of the greave's base.

Demon Matrix Powers


Demon Matrix Appearance: Bryn's demon matrix is a short row of crystals touching end to end around her throat like a necklace. The size of each crystal in only about 2 inches at max height, and a mere half inch at their touch points. The color of her matrix is a pure black when inactive, but when in use an icy blue mixes with the black coloration of the matrix.

Name: Polar Abyss
Element: Ice
Description: Bryn uses her primary weapon to channel her ice around her from her hands to a 5ft radius. The telling signs that she has activated the ability are that each of her primary weapons claws begin to glow a more icey blue and the ground around her feet begins to grow a very thin layer of ice.
Effect: The user is skilled in the manipulation of a chosen element. They can manipulate their element in several ways. They can create walls, shoot projectiles and in general use the ability to attack or defend. They can create spikes or pillars, the maximum being 10ft long and 1ft wide, or create walls of their element 5 x 5 ft wide and tall. They can launch small, medium or large projectiles, which travel up to 100ft, 50ft or 25ft respectively, and deal more physical damage for their size. 
Duration/Cooldown: 3 post duration with power points reduced by 2 for the duration, 4 post cooldown.

Name: Chilling Embrace
Type: Healing
Description: To heal another person Bryn encapsules the injured area within a portion of non-chilling ice that begins to mend the area with her own magical energies. As soon as contact is lost this ice becomes brittle and shatters from mere contact with the air. Attempting to heal herself does not work merely because her own high speed regeneration forcibly rejects the ice from her body.
Effect: As long as contact is maintained, the target's wounds will be healed. The more severe the wounds, the longer this healing will take. The scale is as follows: 

Damage Category	Time needed	Examples
Light	1 post	Cuts, bruises, hairline bone fractures, light burns
Moderate	2 posts	Deep lacerations, minor bone fractures, moderate burns
Heavy	3 posts	Multi-layer lacerations, bone breaks, 3rd degree burns
Severe	4 posts	Minor organ damage, Multi-point bone breaks, severed limbs, charred flesh
Critical	5 posts	Moderate organ damage, severed limbs, major blood loss

Limbs can be reattached using this healing, but not regrown using this method of healing. 
Limitation: This ability requires hands on contact. Cannot be used if the user is in the second stage of exhaustion state or higher. Only restores the target's physical body. It does not restore their stamina or magical energy.

Name: Rigid Defense
Type: Support Buff
Damage Category: N/A
Description: Brynhildr coats portions of her body in ice give herself medium armor, but lowering her overall speed by -1 for the duration of the ability. The ability lasts for two turns, and ends pre-maturely if hit by a strong attack, or 3 weak fire/heat based attacks hit it.
Cooldown: 2 post duration, 3 post cooldown after ending, prematurely or not.

Name: Winter Wonder
Type: Support Buff
Damage Category: N/A
Description: By creating two blades of ice on the base of her feet Bryn is capable of turning the ground beneath her into ice to move with greater speed. During the duration of the ability Bryn exerts 1PP to maintaining the blades on her feet, increasing her speed by +2 for the duration of the ability, but lowering her overall agility by -1. During this time she can pair the ability with her ice manipulation to create walk ways up to 5 feet in the air to keep off of the ground. The blade upon the bottom of her foot is capable of taking, or withstanding up to 1 strong blow before shattering, if a blade shatters, or both shatter the ability ends pre-maturely and going on cooldown. After two posts she loses the speed buff and agility debuff but can maintain the ice skates, once the buff wears off after 5 posts she may reactive the ability to regain the buff and debuff.
Cooldown: 5 post cooldown after the buff wears off.

Enhanced Powers



Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

True Demon Form


Transformation method: (Describe what your character does to make the transformation happen. This often involves your Demon matrix.)
New appearance: (What Is your characters new appearance? This can be anything within reason.)


-New powers-


Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Name: (this can be anything. Mostly for flavor.)
Type: (Offensive, Defensive, Support, Restorative)
Damage Category: (If any; Very Weak, Weak, Average, Strong, Very Strong)
Description: (give the ability a good description to show how it works and what it does)
Cooldown: (all abilities have cooldowns.)

Boosts:(Boosts effect your stats, such as strength or speed. An example boost would be durabilty x3, which would increase how much damage you can take in this form by allot. Dont go to crazy on boosts, if it doesnt look balanced you'll be asked to take out some. X3 is the max boost for any stat.)

Background


History: Born between Jakken and Circe Rakoris, Brynhildr was taken care of and pampered by her rather reclusive father and mother until she was old enough to begin training. During these young years she was attended too by warrior caste and elite caste deemed worthy enough alongside her mother who taught her all she would need to know of her position and place in the world. It was also Circe who taught Bryn how to handle herself in a manner that would not bring down the clan as a whole from such a young age. During these years she did not wander out and meet the other children or train alongside them, instead she was fostered within the Rakoris compound and made to learn every face of the clan and was only allowed to meet other children of the elite caste that came over. Each member treated her differently, and as she began to grow up she learned more that some spited her, others genuinely had already begun to look up to her as their leaders child.

It wasn't until she was five that she began training alongside her father exclusively. Her days were filled with nothing but the brutal training of Drak'rakor. For the speed of development for a heanta, she still seemed to be behind with her size, however her speed and reaction times seemed on par with any other. While her father would refuse to tend to any of her wounds after training and brutally gave her a cold shoulder throughout her years of training the martial art, her mother continuously fawned over her wounds like a mother cat licking her mewling's wounds. Consistently her mother would assure her that her fathers cold gaze was simply because he cared too much for her and only wished for her to succeed in her training. Bryn however was not overly convinced, as a child she only expected the best from her parents, and this was not what she would consider the best for her.

At the tender age of ten Brynhildr had already "mastered" the art of Drak'rakor beneath her father. While her physical frame held no real threat she was rather ruthless with her strikes wearing Drak'na to the point that her strikes could still be lethal to any none heanta. Yet still her frail frame left a lot to be desired, and she continued to spend the her next few years training her bodies speed, along with her knowledge of the clans and their underlings. During this period of time she also began to abuse her small size to sneak out and observe Kyrias, having never been in the publics eye, along with being small she easily was ignored by most that wandered the streets. This was her first encounter with what the world around her truly was like when she wasn't being pampered by her parents and clan mates. The bubble that had kept her safe for so long had made her disillusioned. She felt dirty walking the streets alongside the warrior and slave castes, simply attempting to avoid contact with most that she came across. Yet it wasn't the bustling commerce, the articulate way the blacksmith and armor smiths went about their business crafting and selling product, or even the way warriors interacted with each other that had caught her eye. No it was something far more interesting to the child.

It was interesting because this was the first genuine time she had felt fear truly creep through her heart and mind. The out roar had caused other heanta to begin fleeing, but those surrounding the colossal man were frozen in fear, much like herself the child didn't know what to do. Her feet kept her rooted and while every instinct in her body from years of training screamed to act and run, she held her place, eyes unwavering from what her mind had deemed the threat. She watched as the wicked slab of metal tore through the stunned heanta before the man, and the few that had regained their senses upon the display began screaming. Her own lungs began bursting with air, and yet she didn't scream, she was too afraid of the consequences of releasing her position to this monster, she'd lost her innocent gleam in her eyes at the sight of this monstrosity. The brute continued onward, cleaving his way through heanta until one stood in his way. It didn't take long before the assailant had cleaved through this man, weapon, and armor in one go with brute efficiency. As the man's war path began to push away from her she skirted away through the crowd that had begun to watch. The memory of Clan Vandel's hound burned into her memory, and just how much no one cared to try and stop him.

After the vivid memory of Korroth's rampage through the streets Bryn began to sneak out alone less, if she truly wished to see the outside of the Rakoris compound it'd be in the company of her mother, or a full platoon of soldiers at her heels for protection. Though even now she knew if that monster deemed her his target that platoon would mean nothing but time for her to run and seek real help. It was during the last years before she would undertake the trial herself that she began to challenge members of clan Rakoris to truly fight her in the art of Drak'rakor so that she could feel sufficiently prepared to go alone, and adapting her own fighting style that used her legs more than her arms she developed an experimental drak'na alongside her father and the clan blacksmiths. Armored greaves, spiked along the fore legs, with a small spike on the inside of the foot, front, and heel, with a blade on the outside of the foot.

When the time finally came for Bryn to undergo her trial she abused the training she had received first hand sneaking out of the compound to slink through the shadows undetected as best as she could. The only encounters she deemed dangerous were trusting another heanta who fell betrothed to her during the trial, and his mishap that got them both in a heap of trouble. While she had been doing well staying in the shadows and proceeding when she felt safe the male felt that he was capable of being her shield due to the difference in their size. This ego and macho-ism had attracted the attention of another brutish male, the display only made Bryn sick. He believed that if he could beat the other male that she'd simply follow him around as if she weren't there for the same reason as them both. As soon as the fight broke out she snuck away from the unpleasant rabble instead of dealing with the problem then. This decision came to bite her in the ass merely an hour later when both males came barking at her heels at the end of the trial when she was prepared to descend into the heart of the volcano to claim her matrix. She had affixed her drak'na to her arms and with venom dripping from her every word regarded the dogs, "It's about time you both shaped up, we've all passed the tria-" Before she could even finish the brute had begun laughing at her, it was this same moment she sprung like a snake, clearing the distance between the three in a few bounds. Her small nimble frame scaled the brute, feet and hands tearing chunks of flesh away with brutal efficiency until she held both of her bladed hands across the man's throat.
"Why are we laughing now, is it because such a small girl's beaten the brazen monkey?" Her words rang cold, and it took her only a second to consider what to do. The horrid scream was all that she heard as a response as the other male dropped to his feet and attempted to scramble away from the now collapsing corpse, the mans head didn't roll far with his oddly shaped horns. "Do well to remember that men aren't the only one's that can fight in our society, and if you dare make a fool of an elite again. Your head will roll next."

After having descended into the volcano's heart she'd found the set of 3 connected 4-pointed star shaped crystal. Her mind ran across the various jewelry her mother adored and the various jewels she had already procured herself. Taking the set she ascended to the mouth of the volcano, imbuing what magic she possessed at the time into her neck. She had heard the story of Knightfall, who'd stolen his brothers demon matrix, and if she were to so easily give hers up, she'd have to give up her own life as well. Immediately upon the attunement with her matrix she felt her hands begin to squeeze in her drak'na. Loosening them did nothing to assist in the growing pains until she removed them entirely, her hands arms at mid forearm began to turn a harsh black frostbitten color, the color remained consistent all the way down her arm until her fingers each was a vibrant icey blue. She felt a chill run down her spine, and the icey flakes in the air around her told her immediately the circumstances of the scenario unfolding. As she got her magic under control she noticed the frostbitten coloration fading from her forearms as her hands slowly shrunk back to their normal size.

Having finished her trial and acquired her demon matrix she began her training next step of training in the Rakoris compound. Learning the fundamentals of her powers and any tricks her endearing mother would love to impart upon her little ice princess. During these years she played with many different ways to use her powers, and even learned that she had a knack for healing others. Spending most of her days practicing her control over the element of her affinity, adapting to the brutish fists she had when using it and how these fists could assist her in Drak'rakor with her father. When she was not training herself offensively she was either thinking of other ways to use her abilities, adorning herself in lavish clothes befitting of an elites daughter, adoring the silk garments that she could lounge in, and healing her clans mates more serious wounds faster.

It was in these early years of her training that she'd first wandered outside the Sanguine dominion to practice her techniques upon magma maulers. The time she'd first meet the man that'd intertwine himself into her life for better or worse. Initially she had only seen him as a decent pawn to assist her in an arduous fight that would have been tiresome on her own. But their next encounter she got to learn more of the man. His backstory as the only child of a blacksmiths family that planned to send him off to rank and file as any other soldier. She merely brushed it off, that was the fate of most heanta after all that weren't born of elite, and even the elite were expected to do much the same. It wasn't until their 5th run in with each other, within the Sanguine Dominion that the woman had started to grow feelings for this man. She'd gotten attached to him over their previous encounters and with the frequency of their meetings being years apart she found it funny to keep running into him. He paid her the respect she deserved, and made no joke of her size although he towered over her. It wasn't until their eighth encounter that the man pleasantly surprised her, over stepping his bounds to request an audience with Jakken Rakoris for her hand, the only reason she did not rip him apart on the spot was she was delighted. A word to Jakken and Sigdrifumal was adopted into the family, but to assume his status as an Elite he would have to fulfill removing his family, his ties to the warrior caste. After their bonding was made official she allowed the man to once again return to his wandering ways.  
Side notes: (anything else?)
Rp example:(Give us an example of your rp style. Note, you only need to do this for your first character.