Post by Aria Wurud on Aug 10, 2014 2:53:11 GMT
Aria Wurud
Headwomen of the Bog Burglars
Headwomen of the Bog Burglars
AGE: 21
BIRTHDAY: October 8th
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5ft
RACE: Quieken
CLAN: Bog Burglar
Aria is a rather petite woman in vertical stature, reaching only five feet in height tho she swears up and down there should be an extra inch in there. She is slender with long well toned limbs, her whole body is well toned being exercised regularly. When it comes to womanly curves she's well endowed; filling out quite nicely since her teenage years. Her skin is soft porcelain white with a rosy tinge, her face angular in the features almost elf like with full deep pink lips. Blue green eyes stand out among long dark eyelashes. A large flame shaped scar mars the left side of her face. Reaching from her jaw line up past her left eye. Aria's hair once shorter now tumbles down to her thighs. Its color a deep red the color of garnet, its curl only soft waves. Upon her forearm a black throwing dagger tattoo could be seen.
PERSONALITY
Aria simply put is a busybody, a smart ass, and is as eccentric and odd as they come. She is a quick learner and had a keen eye for picking up subtle details. Over the years Aria has picked up quite a vindictive temper; mainly surfacing when she was over tired or woken up rudely, such as being kidnapped and thrown into a random bed in the middle of the night. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and family, going to great lengths to ensure there happiness. Her general nature is a happy energetic one; still having as much energy as she did as a child.
HISTORY
Aria is the bastard child of the Wurud family; no one knows exactly who her father was. But her mother had just lost her husband after given birth to her first born child Azeria; shortly after she was impregnated again. Not being able to face the shame of being impregnated again so soon after her husband’s death by another man, their mother fled out into the wilderness with her first born daughter. There they stayed for eight months; hidden away. The guilt ate away at their mother, and she ended up giving a premature birth. Aria was so small and fragile there was little chances of her surviving anyways. So she took Aria to a nearby dragons nest and left her in one of the nests; unable to bring herself to end the young ones suffering she figured it would be a quick end for the young infant. With that she left and returned with her other daughter to berk.
Somehow instead of being eaten Aria found herself entrusted into the care of a young boy and his grandmother. For the first six years of her life Aria and the young boy were attached together by the hip. He was an adventurous lad; and he imparted his wisdom to Aria. He taught her the key aspects to survival; how to fight, when to hit low. How to think about a problem, trap food, and many other skills in which Aria still uses to this day. She doesn’t remember the inn very well but she remembers her time with the boy and the lessons clearly. On her fifth birthday, the boy came to her and told her it was time to go on a long trip. They left their home and traveled for the year; he told her a story of a woman who was overcome with guilt and how she had done and awful awful thing…and worse had given up on a new life before it even had a chance to begin. He told her not to judge the woman; for grief was known to muddle the mind. He revealed to her that this woman from the story was her mother; and that she was very sad for what she did…and that he was bringing her to the women.
So on her sixth birthday a young tiny girl covered with the grime of travel showed up in Berk. She was small and thin; with a mass of untamed dark red hair. She wore well-worn clothes, that by this time where a bit too small for her and torn. The only thing of value was a large red amulet that hung on a gold chain around her small neck. The boy lead her to the door and told her to go knock on the door. So she did; but by the time the woman opened the door the boy had gone….and there stood Aria looking alone and confused as she stared up at the strange woman from the story…The woman stared back with an equally puzzled….and slightly horrified expression as she realized this little one was her infant from the nest. Arias first words to her were.
”I forgive you mommy”
The woman broke down sobbing and hugged her lost daughter; this time ready to take on the judgment of having had the illaginament child and take responsibility for her actions.
Aria soon learned that not only had she gained a mother, she had gained a sister as well…and older sister. Her new sister was accepting; protective even but she wasn’t enough to replace the boy who had left her here in this new environment. Aria had a hard time adjusting to this new life; and was often confused to why the boy had suddenly left….She would spend hours waiting on the door step for him to come back to fetch her. Azeria being the kind person she was did her best to try to cheer her new sibling, and to help her adjust. So she began to bring Aria everywhere with her Gradually Aria came to accept her new family, and became close to her half-sister whom also turned out to be her best friend. Aria was the small frail one of the two, however with twice the knack for getting into trouble, and thrice that for getting her sister into trouble.
Aria proved to be fast and cunning from the day she arrived in the village, she was always seeming to find something to cause trouble with and she was just as curious as she was trouble. Always asking questions, and trying something new. With her skills she entered the training academy of Berk at the same time as her Sister. With that started a long history of healthy sibling rivalry…well more on the older parts end, Aria just liked to rile her up.
When it came time for their coming of age ceremony everyone was excited; however they each had to do it on their own. Both of them had to trap a dragon; and then kill it during the ceremony that night. So both siblings went out; Aria always had a knack for traps so catching a dragon was something she found to be second nature. With a simple net and pully trap she ended up catching a small female wind walker. A dragon was a dragon, and she really wasn’t out to impress. So she brought it to the ceremony. When the time came to kill the dragons, Azeria went first. But when it came to Arias tern she hesitated….holding her old dagger in her hands she hesitated at the beast’s throat. Her shoulders sinking in defeat she turned and unlocked the dragon’s shackles and let it go. Choosing to fail the test in which her sister succeeded.
It was this action that declared Aria as a failure of the tribe. A few months later she left the island of Berk once more. Traveling until she found herself on Bog Burglar Islands.....and the rest is History.
Somehow instead of being eaten Aria found herself entrusted into the care of a young boy and his grandmother. For the first six years of her life Aria and the young boy were attached together by the hip. He was an adventurous lad; and he imparted his wisdom to Aria. He taught her the key aspects to survival; how to fight, when to hit low. How to think about a problem, trap food, and many other skills in which Aria still uses to this day. She doesn’t remember the inn very well but she remembers her time with the boy and the lessons clearly. On her fifth birthday, the boy came to her and told her it was time to go on a long trip. They left their home and traveled for the year; he told her a story of a woman who was overcome with guilt and how she had done and awful awful thing…and worse had given up on a new life before it even had a chance to begin. He told her not to judge the woman; for grief was known to muddle the mind. He revealed to her that this woman from the story was her mother; and that she was very sad for what she did…and that he was bringing her to the women.
So on her sixth birthday a young tiny girl covered with the grime of travel showed up in Berk. She was small and thin; with a mass of untamed dark red hair. She wore well-worn clothes, that by this time where a bit too small for her and torn. The only thing of value was a large red amulet that hung on a gold chain around her small neck. The boy lead her to the door and told her to go knock on the door. So she did; but by the time the woman opened the door the boy had gone….and there stood Aria looking alone and confused as she stared up at the strange woman from the story…The woman stared back with an equally puzzled….and slightly horrified expression as she realized this little one was her infant from the nest. Arias first words to her were.
”I forgive you mommy”
The woman broke down sobbing and hugged her lost daughter; this time ready to take on the judgment of having had the illaginament child and take responsibility for her actions.
Aria soon learned that not only had she gained a mother, she had gained a sister as well…and older sister. Her new sister was accepting; protective even but she wasn’t enough to replace the boy who had left her here in this new environment. Aria had a hard time adjusting to this new life; and was often confused to why the boy had suddenly left….She would spend hours waiting on the door step for him to come back to fetch her. Azeria being the kind person she was did her best to try to cheer her new sibling, and to help her adjust. So she began to bring Aria everywhere with her Gradually Aria came to accept her new family, and became close to her half-sister whom also turned out to be her best friend. Aria was the small frail one of the two, however with twice the knack for getting into trouble, and thrice that for getting her sister into trouble.
Aria proved to be fast and cunning from the day she arrived in the village, she was always seeming to find something to cause trouble with and she was just as curious as she was trouble. Always asking questions, and trying something new. With her skills she entered the training academy of Berk at the same time as her Sister. With that started a long history of healthy sibling rivalry…well more on the older parts end, Aria just liked to rile her up.
When it came time for their coming of age ceremony everyone was excited; however they each had to do it on their own. Both of them had to trap a dragon; and then kill it during the ceremony that night. So both siblings went out; Aria always had a knack for traps so catching a dragon was something she found to be second nature. With a simple net and pully trap she ended up catching a small female wind walker. A dragon was a dragon, and she really wasn’t out to impress. So she brought it to the ceremony. When the time came to kill the dragons, Azeria went first. But when it came to Arias tern she hesitated….holding her old dagger in her hands she hesitated at the beast’s throat. Her shoulders sinking in defeat she turned and unlocked the dragon’s shackles and let it go. Choosing to fail the test in which her sister succeeded.
It was this action that declared Aria as a failure of the tribe. A few months later she left the island of Berk once more. Traveling until she found herself on Bog Burglar Islands.....and the rest is History.
OTHER
Job- Clan Leader
Family- Father: Unknown to most; Aria was born out of wed lock and has a different father then her older half sister.
Mother:
Half- Sister: She has an older Sister who is the leader of the Hairy Hooligans.
Grandfather: Myles the crazy medicine hermit that lives on Bog Burglar island.
Adoptive Grandmother: A dancer at the Leaky Wheel.
Other Characteristics-
She's still short and small but she has the curves of a Burly.
Like a Burly she can be stoic one moment and boisterous the next.
Inventory-
Being a Burglar she has much, but some of her most prized possessions are kept under lock and key....and a few other traps.
A set of daggers is always on her person, usually hidden from view.
On her back usually rests a large sword that is made out of some strange light but strong material. It has wing like hilt and a blue sapphire in the middle of the sword. The sword blade can disconnect to form a long sharp whip. Along with light itself on fire.
Family- Father: Unknown to most; Aria was born out of wed lock and has a different father then her older half sister.
Mother:
Half- Sister: She has an older Sister who is the leader of the Hairy Hooligans.
Grandfather: Myles the crazy medicine hermit that lives on Bog Burglar island.
Adoptive Grandmother: A dancer at the Leaky Wheel.
Other Characteristics-
She's still short and small but she has the curves of a Burly.
Like a Burly she can be stoic one moment and boisterous the next.
Inventory-
Being a Burglar she has much, but some of her most prized possessions are kept under lock and key....and a few other traps.
A set of daggers is always on her person, usually hidden from view.
On her back usually rests a large sword that is made out of some strange light but strong material. It has wing like hilt and a blue sapphire in the middle of the sword. The sword blade can disconnect to form a long sharp whip. Along with light itself on fire.
