Character song 1 - The Relentless Storm(League of legends)
Character song 2 - Wolf Totem(The Hu)
Character Song 3 - Monsters(Shinedown)
Character Song 4 - Champion(Neoni & Burnboy)
"They have forgotten the old ways, The old ways have not forgotten them."
"Bones crunch. Blood drips. This is the way of Vorrijaard."
"Tell me, do your trophies make you stronger or do they weigh you down?"
Legends never die, they become part of you. Every time you bleed for reaching greatness. Relentless, you survive.
Basics
RACE: Half Elf
GENDER: Female
AGE: 28
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 170lbs.
STR: 19
CHA: 10
Ursa is a woman of pale complexion, miss-matched eye colors and dark raven black braided hair. She stands an intimidating height and has a very powerful build. Often found dressed in clothing of dark greys and black like storm clouds, carrying more weapons than should be considered normal.
Full Description
Ursa of Clan Valhir hales form the high peaks of the northern mountains. Her pale complexion and dark hair has given many the first impression of one half taken by deep winters heart. Her physical appearance does her no favors to dissuade others from following this assumption.
Ursa, is a giantess of a woman born of elf and man. She stands a towering and imposing 6ft 4in, and has suitable muscle and weight for someone of such towering heights. Her complexion looks like that of ashes in snowfall, and the dark black stains of war-paint on her face make her miss-matched eyes stand out all the more beneath her dark black crown of tribal braids and windblown hair. a blue line, straight as an arrow shaft, lay tattooed upon her face, perfectly centered upon her lower lip and reaching to her chin.
The eyes of this beast, are mirrors to the soul of the creature that bare them. One, her left, is a dull but vivid violet color and often seems to sparkle with her happy mood. Her right eye, befits the warrior woman before you, cold and colored the shade of wet steel grey. Whichever eye falls upon you, there is a sense behind them, of a storm barely held at bay.
Her powerful built frame is as much hidden as on display. A sleeveless tunic covers her chest and upper body, displaying both muscular arms and a hint of cleavage within, as well as the hard trained muscles of a fighter. Said visible skin has a few marks of aged scars, the signs of a warrior stated with pride. Her lower half is covered by a long dark grey leather skirt sporting a thick leather belt, a slit in both sides of her legs up to her mid thighs to not hamper mobility. Bracer like bands of the same pale to dark grey leather cover her forearms and boots of darker grey almost black leather cover her feet.
In times of battle, most of her more feminine clothing choices are hidden behind a suit of fine chain and leather. At her left side, a vicious looking jagged bladed axe rests ready to draw and wreak havoc. In similar fashion, a double quiver of arrows hangs from the opposite hip. Across her back hangs both a very elaborate, finely crafted bow and a large fang shaped sword. Said sword in question always seems to hum, adding to the sense of a restrained storm, arching wildly with electricity when drawn from its sheath.
Meaning of the titles
Daughter of Vorrijaard Designates her as being from the tribal society in the far northern mountains, the tribal folk call the place Vorrijaard. It is a harsh wilderness, where strength is valued above everything and the weak are viewed as little more then food.(stripped away)
Fury of Clan Valhir This is recognition, upon coming of age, that she is a warrior who follows the path of the Val Kau Fera. Warriors who harness rage and primal ferocity in their methods of combat. To be called a fury, is viewed as a great honor.(stripped away)
Barer of Stormfang Stormfang, a sword so named for its wildly arching electrical enchantment and the fact it bares a striking resemblance to that of a fang.(stripped away)
Under Officer Her rank and title within the military
The Shamed in Vorrijaard, one of the greatest offences and crimes a warrior can do is to flee in battle and abandon those who are your warkin. It is a great shame that is irredeemable and brands those who bare it.
Nameless One One of the greatest things Vorrijaard grants those who survive it long enough, is a name. And as such to lose it is the greatest shame a warrior can endure. To be called "Nameless" means that all of your pride, honor and familiar connections are severed and you are to be forgotten, denied even the right to honorable burial.