<div align="center">(http://blog.neqo.org/images/Photos/2006/03/AdrianaLima231.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Name: Eisa “Ophelia Fatale” Idasson<br/>Player: Koi<br/>Nature: Libertine<br/>Calling: Hedonistic Burlesque Performer<br/>Pantheon: Aesir<br/>God: Freyr<br/><br/>Physical Description<br/>Height: 5’9”<br/>Weight: 112lbs<br/>Eyes: Grey blue<br/>Hair: Dark brown<br/>Skin Tone: Caucasian<br/>Build: Slender<br/>Measurement: 33B-23-33<br/>Age: 21<br/>Distinguishing marks: Pierced navel<br/><br/>Background<br/><br/>Do any search online for Ophelia Fatale and thousands of pages pull up with everything from pictures of her performances, tabloid shots of her out and about, rumor pages of who she is currently dating to pages that claim to have the truth about the woman behind the famous name, face and body. Truth is simple - none of them have the story right and those that can tell the story never talk. Nor does the woman behind the name.<br/><br/>Born in Húsavík, Iceland to a poor single mother who worked two full time jobs within the small town most notably known for it’s tourism, fishing and history of being the first place in Iceland to be settled by Norsemen, Eisa spent most of her childhood driving her mother to distraction and dreaming of finding a way to leave the picturesque place of her birth.<br/><br/>Precocious and always the center of attention, her mother worked hard to keep Eisa out of trouble while enduring the quiet whispers of her neighbors that questioned who Eisa’s father was and why he wasn’t there to help tend to his child, questions that Eisa herself began asking by the age of ten. Questions that eventually drove a wedge between mother and child when her mother refused to tell her while on her deathbed when Eisa was only seventeen.<br/><br/>That death left Eisa alone in the world and lost among a town of people who both pitied her and shied away from her while whispering amongst themselves of how different she was. Within a month of her mother’s death, Eisa packed up what she could of her belongings, sold the small house she had been raised in to pay for her first motorcycle and made the trip south to Reykyavik where she had every intention of finding her place.<br/><br/>Settling into Reykjavik turned out to be a lot easier than she had thought it would - the right words, a soft laugh and a coy look seemed to get her anywhere and everywhere she wanted with ease. From a job to a nice flat to a better motorcycle, she had everyone eating out of the palm of her hand and everywhere she went had people stopping to take notice of her. No surprise then that Eisa was quick to use this to her advantage and soon had the more financially secure paying attention to her and seeking her attention.<br/><br/>It wasn’t till she was nineteen that the answer to those questions asked years before finally became known and in a manner she least expected. Her shift in the bar was ending, the place closing up while she finished up stocking the shelves and counting out the wad of money that made up her tips, the sound of the door opening earning nothing more than that sultry voice calling out “<em>Closed darling, come back tomorrow night.</em>” without ever looking up.<br/><br/>Her words were ignored and the heavily bundled man took a seat at the bar, gloved hand reaching across the counter to take up a bottle of alcohol while addressing her. “<em>I know it is Eisa, but I’m here for you, not the bar. Think it’s time you get the answers you always wanted, don’t you? So, let’s start over shall we? Hello Eisa, I am your father.</em>”<br/><br/>To say it was the weirdest conversation of her life was an understatement, and the night was spent going back and forth with the man who patiently answered and explained everything to her, sometimes going over a certain area several times till she seemed to accept it. In the end, he passed her one strange looking bracelet made from an antler and covered in odd ancient markings with the instruction to never take it off. With that, he was gone and she found herself alone in the bar, the sun rising to spill light through the small windows.<br/><br/>With an understanding now of why she could turn people to putty with just a smile and a word, Eisa set out to conquer the world. No surprise then that within a year she had made a name for herself in Europe as the best burlesque dancer - a career that played up her natural gifts as well as allowed her to indulge her own nature as much as she desired.</span></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attributes: Strength   2, Dexterity  3 (1 block), Stamina  3 (1 block), Charisma  5 (1 block), Manipulation  3 (1 block), Appearance  3 (1 Block), Perception  4, Intelligence  2, Wits  3 (1 block)<br/> <br/>Abilities: Academics  1, Animal Ken  3, Athletics  3, Awareness  2, Melee  2, Command  3, Control (Motorcycles)  3, Empathy  3, Fortitude  3, Integrity  3, Investigation  3, Medicine  1, Occult  2, Presence  5<br/><br/>Birthrights: Relic - Rune-covered bracelet of the antler that Freyr used to kill Beli - Grants access to the Purviews Health, Sun and War  3, Followers - Einhejar  4<br/><br/>Boons: Penetrating Glare, Divine Radiance, Assess Health, Blessing of Health/Curse of Frailty<br/><br/>Knacks: Cat’s Grace, Rabbit’s Reflexes, Blessing of Importance, God’s Honest, Center of Attention, Self Healing<br/><br/>Willpower   8<br/><br/>Virtues: Courage  1, Endurance  3, Expression  5, Loyalty  1<br/><br/>Legend   3<br/><br/>Dodge DV 6 - Parry DV (Melee) 4 - Mental DV 7<br/><br/>Equipment:<br/>Motorcycle - Armor 4 - Mass 1 - Maneuverability +2 - Health Levels 10<br/>Viking Round Shield - +1 to DVs<br/>Hasta - Accuracy +1 - Damage +5L - Defense +0 - Speed 5<br/>Bulletproof Vest - +2L/+2B - Mobility -0 - Fatigue 1 - Bulletproof<br/><br/>Legend Points   9 </div></div>