<div class="floatright"> (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/kyr1e_d0_zps3b0e6431.jpg)  </div><br/><del><strong>Character Name</strong>:  Kyrie Daughter of Anundr Konungr,</del><br/><strong>Player</strong>: curvykitten<br/><strong>Country of Origin</strong>: Aesir<br/><strong>Deity(s)</strong>: Atali (Ymir's daughter)<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation</strong>:  Hetero<br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">more pictures of Kyrie</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/alannahumanoid/default/favourite-kerli-make-up-styles--large-msg-134817993766.jpg)<br/>(http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1900000/Kerli-kerli-1920477-600-900.jpg)<br/>(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/punkiih/default/kerli--large-msg-126757264175.jpg)<br/></div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 22<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5' 1''<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 125 Lbs.<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Emerald green<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Pure white<br/><strong>Distinguishing Features/Markings/Scars/Tattoos</strong>: Her stark white hair that flows down to graze the top of her butt. Her body is nearly perfectly untouched except the scar that remains over her heart. It appears that she was stabbed through the heart, yet somehow survived what one would think impossible to survive.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Class/Skill Background</strong>: Dog Trainer/Acrobat<br/><em>Training dogs</em>: Kyrie always had a way with animals, but it seems dogs were always good friend of hers. And she has since trained several of them to fight; her latest companion has been with her since she found it as a pup. A large<em><strong>Wolfhound named Njord</strong></em>.<br/><br/><em>Acrobatic</em>:  Kyrie is incredibly agile and has been known to combine it in most anything she does. Including her fighting, using momentum and agility to compensate for her what strength she may lack.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons Specialties </strong>:<br/><em>Axes: </em>Kyrie wields a large great axe, which seems almost unlikely for her size. But none the less she wields it with a great deal of effectiveness and an unexpected amount of strength. Making up for what strength that she lacks with momentum and movement.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons</strong>Her father’s Axe.  And spikes placed along her amour to add to the damage of her blows.<br/><br/><strong>Armor</strong>:  Leather breast plate, Thick lined cloak made out of leathers, metal bracers<br/><br/><strong>Equipment/Supplies</strong>: Hunting skinny knife, rope, rations,  change of clothing, water skin(and a second one of ale, she is a Viking after all:P), necklace with a small crest of her family hanging from it, her father’s axe, flint and steel,<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality Traits</strong>:  Kyrie does not share much about her past, so she always seems to remain a mystery. There is a sensuality and wildness that surrounds her and flows into everything she does. From the tasting of fruit to the way she embraces her lovers. Kyrie is one that intimately aware of what her body can do. She seems as fragile as a flower, but despite her delicate appearance those that know what to look for can see the familiar look of a lioness silently stalking her pray. And to those that cannot see, simply see an exotic vibrant young female.<br/><br/><strong>Racial Animosities</strong>:  none in particular, she has learned that evil comes in many different forms<br/><br/><strong>Phobias</strong>: Claustrophobia the fear of closed in spaces<br/><br/><br/><strong>Bio &amp; Notes</strong>:<br/>Kyrie was born to her mother and father, their only girl after three sons. Her father a Earl of the portion of the snowy lands of the north. He wasn't the largest land holder but he was a wildly respected man. His force of will known throughout the surrounding lands.  Kyrie was born to them with hair as white as snow and skin nearly as fair. Though her eyes an astonishing emerald green, rumors spread that the child had been touch by Atali herself. A female destined for a type of greatness, the girl was always sought out before a great battle to give the blessing of the goddess upon the warriors. So that if they passed it would be a noble death that would gain them their passage to Valhalla.<br/><br/>One can only imagine the skills she was taught in with so many older brothers and a powerful man for a father. She may have been the smallest of them all and seemingly delicate, but Kyrie never didn’t take being told she couldn’t do something very well. And for the most part she grew up happy, becoming the light or beacon of hope within a darker world. Her father called her his little treasure, and her brothers despite their teasing protected her and cared for her dearly. Her mother on the other hand was always put off by the child, the small girl surpassing even her beauty and taking what seemed her well-earned attention. It was this jealousy that would soon tare her family apart.<br/><br/>When she was 16 tragedies struck as war was at their doorsteps, Ryath a man that her father felt was his brother had been sleeping with his wife, and now sought to take his kingdom from him. But instead of facing him on the field of battle Ryath took the cowards’ way out. He came during a celebration and waited till everyone was drunk and long since retired for the night to attack. Slipping in the night and shadows hiding like cowards and slaying everyone they had come across. Her father and brothers tried to fight, but drunk and drugged as they were had no true chance.<br/><br/>That was they day their kingdom fell, and her world fell apart. Kyrie had been woken by her mother as she raised a blade above the young girl’s heart. Giving what was meant to be the killing blow to Kyrie, a blade straight to the heart. Her mother having her dragged and tossed on the pile of bodies that were to be burned. There she was thought dead yet somehow still holding on. Within her mind Kyrie screamed to the gods to give her the strength to survive. And as the flames ate at the bodies of her family she found herself moving. Crawling towards the small bit of light that she could see. The last thing she remembered from that night was a hand reaching into the bodies and flames to pull her from it. It wasn't till several days later that she woke up in the hidden away hut of her father’s second in command. He was scared, alone and had no idea how to raise a girl, but he brought her to a healer and promised her that she would have her revenge. It was then and there that the hatred and hunger for revenge would drive her to survive was born.<br/><br/>It wasn't till several years later that she surfaced again. The old warrior not only helped expand on her fighting skills. He showed her how to compensate for her smaller size, using her agility and momentum to her advantage. As well as teaching her how to fine tune her training of dogs to train a large companion to help fight by her side. All that was left was to revenge her family and earned back the honor they once held.<br/><br/>Traveling back to the lands she had left behind so long ago Kryie sought her revenge. Dying her hair black with coal dust she used her abilities to gain favor and access to the now standing Cowardly King and his Tortuous Queen. Her revenge was taken during the celebration of their past triumphs. Kyrie slipped a poison she had gotten from what some would call a witch. Pouring into their ale and letting those of his family drink deeply, letting them feel what they had done to her family for themselves.<br/><br/>Though this poison would not kill quickly, it would be slow, painful, and seemingly endless. Weeks passed as those around her mother and her new husband fell ill and died. It wasn't till they were nearly ready to give in themselves that she went to them. Her hair white once more her form appeared to them as if a dream. They asked if it was the Atali that had come to save them. Kyrie laughed in their face and told them that they were damned for their cowardly ways and swore their dishonor would stain their family for the rest of their lives. And buried her father’s axe in the chest of the man that had killed him. Letting a small horde of nearly rabid dogs attack, eat and kill the woman she once called mother.<br/><br/>As rumors spread of the deaths it was said the gods were displeased with how the cowardly king had gained his throne and that was why the gods and brought their judgment upon them. Their family forever marked as cowards and any that still live from it scared by the aftermath of it all. In truth it was young woman unleashing the revenge that had eaten at her heart for so long now.<br/><br/>The lands that they once owned are still being fought over, the rightful heir to all that remains still missing. Kryie unable to return to her old home just yet started to travel, her heart still filled with loss and hatred that she had hoped would be quenched. What will she become in the end Kyrie still doesn't know? Part of her still trying to find what it is that will finally stop the hunger within her.