Post by hope on Sept 15, 2010 8:00:54 GMT -5
ODINA ASTRID
Charming, Fierce, Optimistic
BACK TO BASICS ' '
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Full Name: Odina Astrid
Significance of Name:
- Odina – means “from the mountains” in Scandinavian. Olina descended from Skadi, who is the goddess of winter, skiing, and hunting.
- Astrid – means “god’s strength” in Scandinavian. Referring to above as well.
Nickname(s): Olina
Age:18
Gender:Female
Orientation:Straight
Grade:Grad
Celeb you're using:Chloe Sevigny
Deity: Skadi – Norse
Title of your deity: Ice Huntress of the Mountains
Physical Appearance:LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Olina was feeling apprehensive as she brushed her long blonde hair, a little too harshly. Of course she always felt a bit restless going to go-sees, after all, this was all part of being a model. But then this was different. This was a go-see to one of her favorite fashion brands, Fatale. She’d feel really low if she didn’t get a spot. Laying down her brush on top of her dresser and massaging her scalp (ouch), she surveyed herself in front of the mirror. Her grey eyes were stark against her one-too-many applications of mascara. Though her face has just a few little pimples, it was free from any sort of pockmarks or any beauty mark. She stood at around 5”9, quite tall even for a model like her, and that was without heels. She felt conscious whenever she towered over male fashion designers or even her dates, but somehow she felt empowered by being tall. She snickered to herself and fixed her white tank top, taking care not to let her bra straps show. Her beloved pair of grey low-waisted acid washed jeans hugged her thin legs snugly.
Shoes. Olina hesitated as her right hand hovered over her pair of tattered but oh-so-rockstar black Chucks or a pair of sensible white flats made of canvas. Deciding not to take a chance (for now) she picked up the white flats and tiptoed as she put the right shoe on first then the left one. Grabbing her tinted lip balm she also grabbed a pair of nude heels for the go-see and put it in her trusty brown leather oversized bag. Tossing a final look at the mirror, she patted her cat Spunky on the head and, after seizing a coat from the closet, walked out her condo.
Personality Description:Likes:
Olina bit her lower lip, already eating most of the lipbalm she had applied only awhile ago. She fretted as she waited all alone in the elevator. This was the one thing she hated about living in the penthouse suite of her condominium; the long ride going up and down. She loved her privacy though. It wasn’t like she hated people or something, it’s just that sometimes she’d rather be alone than with a bunch of superficial and frankly, noisy people. (Oh, models.) She’d rather be alone in her thoughts. And alone she was, but then the silence was getting unnerving. Her heartbeat skipped faster as she checked the time, but comforted herself in the fact that there was no way she could miss her go-see.
To rid her mind of the uneasiness settling over her, she wrestled out a pair of earphones from her bag and rummaged around to find her purple and black music player, blasting an upbeat electronic rock dance song. Instantly feeling better, she nodded her head to the beat, only stopping when other people got inside the elevator.
Waving to the doorman, Olina stepped out into the street and walked briskly, joining the multitude of people commuting, walking, going from one place to the other. Looking at the sky, she noticed that there were a lot of fluffy clouds against the bright blue sky. Was this a sign? She didn’t know for certain how many models were also going to the Fatale go-see. Her agent, Clarissa, suspected that a lot most definitely will. Olina gulped nervously and hailed a cab. She breathed a sigh of relief as she plopped down on the backseat and relived the memories of last night’s wild party. She hadn’t drunk that much, which was a mistake as there were a lot of cocktails and hard drinks available, after all, it was her assistant’s birthday. Ironically, she was also the designated driver. It was hilarious to see her normally timid assistant Maureen so… okay Olina will stick at wild. The party was a success, who knew karaoke would be such a blast. Even Olina had a go and relished bawling at the mic. Everyone was tipsy, and therefore, regarded her voice as something of an opera singer. Oh, good times.
- Clothes
- Music
- Animals
- Eating
- Travelling
- Going out/Nightlife
- Road trips
- Seeing vintage films
Dislikes:
- Dumb people
- People who don’t wear underwear
- Forgetting something
- Tabloids
- Expensive stuff that look really cheap and stupid
- Certain Holidays
Strengths:
- Decisive
- Charming
- Empathic
- Disciplined
- Hardworking
- Cunning
Weaknesses:
- Insecurity
- Time management
- Moody
- Easily distracted
- Events
- Relationships
Fears: Getting the boot, uncertain future
Goal: To be famous (in a not trashy way please)
Power/Ability:
Ice manipulation had been inherent in Olina’s blood ever since she was young, discovering and maximizing its full potential when she was taken to the academy when she had turned 16. During bouts of extreme emotional stress and pressure even in places where it’s not that cold, ice materializes in the form of shards that cut like glass.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
Origin: Sweden
History:
”You’re a disgrace.” Was the last thing she heard her aunt say before she slammed the door with a bang and stomped away from their lives.
All alone at 15 years old. What a feat. In the cold weather, Olina huddled underneath her thick fur-lined jacket and rubbed her freezing hands together, noticing that her tattered gloves were wet, she couldn’t discern whether it was from her tears or simply just from the snow she picked up from her luggage. She had thrown them out in the front yard before she was confronted by her aunt. Maybe it was a rash act, after all, the news had predicted another bad storm arriving. By the time she had herself kicked out, an inch-thick layer of snow had settled on her bags.
If there was one thing she was not, she wasn’t naïve. Sure she acts innocent just to get by the messed up life she’s living ever since her stupid father died, but that gives them no right to atone for his mistakes through fixed marriage. The nerve of her aunt. Selling her to their fifty-five year old bachelor of a neighbor just to rid themselves of their poverty… Olina did her utmost not to kill her.
Two years had passed from that incident. Sure she had preferred to forget most of the ugly details. But she could never ever forget what she had felt when it happened. She could never forgive them for what they did to her. What made this day the perfect time to emancipate herself from her wretched kin was the weather; it was also stormy when it happened. Amidst her screams of protest and the failings and scratches from her nails, they had handed her to him. What was his name again? Mr. Randalph? She couldn’t care less. She had shuddered when she felt his hand on the small of her back, nearly vomited when she heard him say aloud (she couldn’t be sure whether he spoke for her or for her aunt but then she realized he had already closed the door) that everything was “going to be just fine, now that you’re with me”. Olina stayed in the living room, refusing neither to be shown to her room nor to remove her coat, merely spatting out at him when he offered dinner and simply staring outside the window when night fell.
She was wide awake when she sensed Mr. Randalph coming down from the stairs at around one in the morning. Although her mind was resolute, her hands trembled when she fumbled for the dusty lamp beside her. He was only wearing a nightgown and even from afar he reeked of whiskey and old meatloaf. He clutched a nearly empty bottle of Johnny Walker.
“You’re gonna go up to my bedroom right now or else.” he said mercilessly, his eyes glazed and showing all signs of not letting her get the last word this time.
“Or else what?” she said bitterly. She put her hand across her chest, Olina feeling her heart beating wildly and her chest heaving with each breath. But surprisingly, her face was still calm. Expressionless. Mr. Randalph had been coming towards her, looking as if he might trip at any moment because of his drunken stupor.
“Or else, lassie, I’m gonna have to force you. But you wouldn’t want that wouldn’t you girly? Me getting rough?” He was only a few drunken steps away.
For a moment, it was as if Olina had lost her voice, had lost all life from her limbs. She couldn’t speak, fixated to the horror that was before her, those menacing eyes that locked on hers. She couldn’t swallow, she could feel her heart beat throbbing madly in her ears, and cold sweat started to cling to her forehead and back. Clutching her chest, she felt something. And by the time Mr. Randalph was right in front of her, the throbbing in her ears had seemingly exploded.
She screamed an unearthly scream. Or was she? She couldn’t tell for sure if it was her voice that was yelling. For the glass windows behind her had burst, almost as if an unseen entity behind her forced its way in through the panes, sending shards of.. is it ice or glass hurtling through the living room, shattering the Johnny Walker bottle Mr. Randalph held in his hand. Instinctively, Olina ducked down, hugging her knees, heaving breaths, feeling warmth amidst the cold gusts of air tearing at the curtains, feeling her hair blowing madly behind her. She detected the source of the noise, she peeked and saw that it was Mr. Randalph screaming; the glass.. or was it ice? Why is it that she couldn’t tell? Whatever it was, the shards stuck on his body, tearing away at his nightgown, sending drops of blood showering at the carpet. He started towards her all the while howling in pain. He seized her, grabbing her coat. “What the hell is this?!” he bellowed.
But Olina couldn’t hear him anymore. The winds were dying down, the cold gusts still beating around the room, sending papers into the air. She tugged at something hanging from her neck. As Mr. Randalph was about to fling his hands around her neck, she had thrust out a hand at his chest.
Mr. Randalph tumbled face down on the carpet.
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Morning had broken in the cramped precinct.
Olina lay huddled on the farthest corner of her cell. The guards didn’t know what to do with her, merely holding her until one her relatives would come in, but they had doubted it, having talked with her aunt on the phone who had made it clear she wouldn’t not take her back unless they had straightened her out. Instead, the police had been trying to get ahold of the social workers, to get Olina off their hands.
Mainly it’s because they were scared of her.
Olina didn’t know what to think. What had she done a few hours ago? She really couldn’t tell. Somehow, it was as if she had willed it all to happen, like her body was a soda bottle that was shaken furiously… pent up and charged it had not just burst open, it had shattered to pieces. She put her face into her hands. She felt so weak. She felt grimy and hungry. She didn’t know what will happen next. Olina laid down on the bed, feeling relief for the first time. Her eyes immediately closed even though the bed was nothing more than a thin mattress covered with a dirtied bed sheet. Escape…
Suddenly she felt someone shaking her gently. “Get up.” A kind but stern voice said. She opened her eyes and sat up. Two men were in front of her, both in fur-lined velvet trenchcoats of deep gray.
The guy who had his hand on her shoulder had reddish brown hair, slightly disheveled and damp from the hoarfrost. He spoke in a quiet, yet somehow urgent tone. “How will you feel if I tell you, that I can make all (when he said ‘all’ he said it in a soothing yet annoying drawl) your problems go away?”
Olina glared at them. “What do you mean?”
“You’re scaring her.” said the other one. He spoke next. “Would you rather stay here, get locked up forever, or worse, sent back to your aunt? Or would you go with us to Pantheon?”
“Pantheon…” whispered Olina. Somehow.. she couldn’t explain it. But that name… sounded strangely familiar.
The one who last spoke to her suddenly fingered the arrowhead pendant that still hung from Olina’s neck, looking at it with such memory and reverence. “Pantheon, Olina. Pantheon Academy. A school for gifted children, for people very much like you. You’ll be safe there, you’ll belong there.”
Olina peered behind the two men, seeing that the precinct had fallen silent. Their voices suddenly seemed to echo along the walls; the place was empty, and her cell door was open.
“Anywhere’s better than here.” she mumbled. And stood up.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
- Olina’s very fond of cold places, cold things. Skadi is after all, a goddess associated with bowhunting, skiing, winter, and mountains. Which explains her great tolerance for cold weather. And her ability to create ice.
- When Olina was a child she was sold to be married to her neighbor. Skadi was married to the god Njörðr as part of the compensation provided by the gods for killing her father Þjazi.
- Olina’s arrowhead represents Skadi’s being a goddess of bowhunting.
- Skadi was a giantess. When Olina left/let’s say was rescued from her homecountry of Sweden to go to Pantheon Academy in the Olympic Peninsula, she was discovered to be a model for her impeccable beauty, and well, height.
"Reiyka, act like a lady." her mother said, smiling, spanking her bottom teasingly. Reiyka squealed, giggling.BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
"But I want to be a fighter!" she exclaimed, waving her arms, pretending to be doing hand signals. "Like Van's father!"
Her mother sighed. Since she was an only child, Reiyka didn't have any other children her age to play with in the palace. Her only friend was Van, the son of her husband's bodyguard, who lived with them.
"But you're a princess, and someday, you'll be like your father. He will give you the chance to govern over the people."
"Eck!" Reiyka had said, sticking her tongue out. "I don't want to be like him! I want to be like you!" Lady Miyuki laughed really hard and kissed her forehead. Reiyka hugged her in return, burrowing her hands on her mother's soft pink dress.
"Why is that, my little one? I don't do anything, why, I only stay here at home!"
"That's the thing, ma! Dad's always away, he's so busy!" Lady Miyuki's smile faltered a bit. Seeing this, Reiyka felt bad.
"That's only because he serves our village, Reiyka." she replied, but she knew inside that it was a lie. Reiyka knew her mother was smart, knowing about Asagani's meetings with various village leaders. Her mother, in turn, knew that Reiyka knew the same
Her mother kissed her cheeks. "Always know that your father loves you very much, even though he doesn't show it that much, Reiyka. Even if sometimes, we don't understand him."
Reiyka never really did, even after that memorable day. She could never understand why in her father's presence the atmosphere at home was hushed. The servants never dare to speak out to their master about the care of his only daughter. In fact, there was even talk that the king had been disappointed that their only child was a girl, and not a son who could carry on the line. They had also felt sorry that their queen was belittled by her husband, who she loved and respected very much.
Lady Miyuki knew that the only reason that Asagani acted like that was to protect the Glass Village from the threat of possible extinction. And so working very hard and rising to power, the Glass was getting distinction from the great shinobi nations.
Even though somewhat comforted by her mother's words, Reiyka could still feel the tension in the air. Almost always whenever her father would get home, she could sometimes hear the both of them argue about something, so much so, that sometimes she and Van would try to eavesdrop like some sort of ninja mission, but then they'd always be discovered and scolded by Nikita, Lady Miyuki and Reiyka's lady-in-waiting.
It was when her father was scheduled for a big meeting again with village leaders at the village called Konoha that everything had changed. 2 days before Asagani was going to leave, Reiyka discovered her mother crying by herself in her parents' bedroom. Reiyka had started to cry also, but her mother had just stopped and smiled. "Now, now…" her mother said bravely, embracing her tenderly. "It's nothing… Everything will be alright…"
It hadn't. The next day, Lady Miyuki was found dead in that room, poisoned. It was believed that the poison was intended for Asagani.
Your name:Hewp
Age:18
How long have you been RPing?When I was younger.
Where/How did you find us?From a twisted friend
