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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:56 pm
 Name: Lady Urðr Snaerblod
Meaning: Old Norse for Fate or Destiny – “That which has been”
Pronunciation:
Ur (as in Fur)
ð (Pronounced like the th in either or weather (the letter’s name is Eth))
r (Rolled or trilled r, like in Spanish)
Nicknames: Urd
Gender: Female
Found: July 21, 2015
Breed: Yakbear
Song:
Temper: Insightful
Mate: Will never lifemate, she is in the service of the Gods.
Eye Color: Sapphire
Hair Color: Pale brown
Coat: Different shades of brown
RP Color: #8DD7D1
Likes: Visions on the wind, colors/scents of emotion, the Gods and Goddesses, Family, Elementals,
Dislikes: The idea of Normality, false visions
Obtained from: By The Might of Our Claws
Soquili’s Thoughts:
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:58 pm
Personality:
Her temper shifts with the ever changing frigid wind; happiness, sadness, anger, remorse, nothingness and many more facets of emotion swirl about her creating the persona of Urðr. Over the years she has learned to control the swirl of vibrant emotions, each to her sight are a brilliant shade of color and have a specific scent, and to keep her countenance blank. Still at times the mask falls and a hint of emotion shows, this especially happens when a wisp of color on the wind catches her eye, this had happened enough during conversations that others had started to believe that Urðr was absentminded and not aware of her surroundings. Their words were not true, for she was more aware of her surroundings than they, for she could see the elementals of the air that danced upon the breath of the Njörður.
Even though she could see the elementals lived in the air and in the trees, Urðr did not allow this knowledge to set herself apart from her siblings, all of whom she holds in the highest of regard. She was not a warrior, but for them she would fight until the end of time. Her sisters were her close family, but all of the herd was her family. They accept her for all her eccentricity and she in turn would do all that she can to see that those she cares about prosper. It may seem that she is aimless, that she has no goal, but she knows deep down that she is meant for something and if she just has the patience then all will be revealed.
Urðr is bizarre, but she does not let this influence her thoughts, instead it allows her to see the world differently than those who consider themselves to be “normal”. She sees the world with a foal’s sense of wonder, but this does not mean she is naïve; the mare has seen the result of battles, the blood, the loss, and the thralls of war. Even if she has not experienced a battle or a war for herself, she knows what she must do should the time come to protect the Snaerblod Tribe, for those who carry the blood of Olfattir in their veins are not weak and will not cower in the face of an enemy.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:32 pm
The world has always seemed strange and different to Urðr; in the wind she would see wisps and the snow flurries held creatures that were ephemeral in nature and magical to behold. She could see dryads in the trees and would spend hours talking to them about the upcoming spring rain and the probability of root rot. That was always fun and it kept her attention, but the one thing she loved was how the snow sylphs danced. Their colors were breathtaking, cool blues and clear whites, each changing color as the light of the sun shone through their translucent bodies. The conversations that she had with the nature spirits filled her days with wonder and it did not bother her that none could see her invisible friends. Due to the images she could see in the wind and snow, Urðr would become distracted easily when conversing with others in the herd, because of this many of the Tribe who were not her sisters saw her as rude or brash. Even though her expression was mutual and she did not allow the others to see her pain, Urðr was saddened that she could not do something for her herd. She was nothing but a mistake some would whisper, for she did not have the skills to fight nor did she have the skills to heal, so what was she to be, what use was she to the Tribe? She talked to invisible creatures that made up the world, saw emotions as colors and scents; she did not know what these signs meant, and she definitely knew that she had no desire to be normal but the time to choose her path was fast approaching, what was she to be?
The day of her birth had finally arrived; joyous sounds of celebration fill the cavern, they echo throughout the stone homestead of the Tribe, if anyone had still been asleep they were no longer. The raucous was not because the third child of the Snaerblod line had finally come of age, it was because the eldest daughter was to take upon the mantel of Queen on this day. Urðr knew that she should feel something that her day was being shadowed by her sister, but for some odd reason she could not bring herself to care. This was Yrsa’s day, she deserved the celebration and the Tribe merited the time to let loose and be boisterous. The sense that she was destined for something felt like a heavy burden upon her back and the strange knowing that all will be known soon. Lost in her thoughts about her impending fate and unknown path, she did not notice the sylphs until they were twirling around her; the mare smiled and before someone could come to invite her to join the revelry, Urðr followed the wind elementals out of the caverns.
A cool breeze danced around the mare as she breathed in the crisp morning air, the celebration had begun early for Delling had just begun to show his wonderful blaze of glory upon the vast world. On silent paws she walked, enjoying the first rays of dawn and loving how the colors of the wind shifted around her. It was times like this when she dropped the expressionless mask, alone in the woods with the spirits only she could see, she felt the most at peace.
“Daughter of mine blood, it is time.” The voice filled her head and a shadowy figure appeared before her, whenever she tried to get a direct look at him his features would change, constantly morphing and weaving. “The power is in your blood. See what needs to be Seen, Know what needs to be Known. Guide my children with what you see. You may see truths, you may see falsehoods, and may you be wise enough to tell the difference.” The figure reached forward and with a blinding pain in her head, Urðr collapsed.
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“Wake up. These old bones are not strong enough to carry one as heavy as you and I would not like to miss the celebration for too long.” Urðr slowly came into consciousness and blinked at a white owl mare.
The old mare seemed to be able to read the question in the young mare’s eyes, “I am the one you are replacing. It’s about time too, I was not sure how much longer I had on this earth, although I could fathom a guess but guessing is not knowing. Oh right. I am the Seidmadhr, the one who translates the god’s intentions and wishes and must always speak the truth, even if I do not like what I see in my visions. Okay I see that I have lost you, but we have time yet still to train you to become the next Seidmadhr and then I can finally join the Ancestors. Come, let’s go back to the party. Your sisters are starting to notice your absence.” Warily the new Seidmadhr stood up from where she had collapsed upon the ground and followed the white owl. She was right, her destiny was a heavy cloak, but it was no different than the others that those of the tribe must take up. With a smile and a new purpose in her life, Urðr entered the caverns of her home. The future was bright with unlimited possibilities, she could not wait to see them all.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:33 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:37 pm
-- No Relationships at the Moment --
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:38 pm
The priestesses normally are un-wed (never lifemated), but not necessarily
celibate, as they are allowed to have children with the permission of
both the High Priestess and the Queen.
Breeding One: Open | Agreement
Breeding Two: Open | Agreement
Breeding Three: Open | Agreement
Breeding Four: Open | Agreement
Breeding Five: Closed | Agreement
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:42 pm
 Living Quarters
Location and Appearance to be decided upon later.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 9:58 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:00 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:03 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:29 pm
[FUTURE PLOTS?]:
╭ ❄ ╯ Seidhe: Talking with the Gods is easy when they wish to speak, but learning how to ask them questions is the more difficult task. Perhaps under the tutelage of her sister, the High Priestess, Urðr will attempt to learn how to accomplish a true Seidhe, a deep trance state in which to converse with the Gods.
╭ ❄ ╯ Völuspá: The insight of the Seeress, Urðr learns what it takes to be the next Seidmadhr. This can be from her sisters who have encountered the previous Oracle and/or the NPC Old Owl Oracle.
╭ ❄ ╯ Bonds of Family: Urðr wishes to see into the future to know the fates of her loved ones but knows that it is not a wise option. It would be an interesting family rp to have where she tries to explain to them why this would not be good or how it would not be possible. Or if it is possible, what would she see?
╭ ❄ ╯ Protégée: Urðr encounters a soquili (adult or foal) who she believes may have the ability to be a Seer.
╭ ❄ ╯ Visions of Fictions: Her worst nightmare has happened, what she has seen and told the Tribe what is to come did not come to pass. Was her vision false or are the gods showing her disfavor?
╭ ❄ ╯ Equinox Ritual: Even though she is not a priestess, she would like to participate or help in one of the rituals if she is permitted to do so.
--- Other plots ---
Just lots and lots of plots between her and her sisters.
Some plots with soquili outside the Tribe.
Plots where her visions come true and don’t come true. What do these mean? What does she learn?
Herd
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:30 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:33 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:33 pm
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