<div class="floatright">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/Hyb0r1a/Bri8_ava_zps8cf447f8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Ran<br/><strong>Player</strong>:  Muse<br/><strong>Country of Origin</strong>:  Vanaheim<br/><strong>Deity(s)</strong>: Ymir<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation</strong>:  Bisexual<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>:  19<br/><strong>Height</strong>:  5’7”<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 145lbs<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Ice Blue<br/><strong>Hair</strong>:  Shoulder length red.<br/><strong>Distinguishing Features/Markings/Scars/Tattoos</strong>:<br/><br/><br/><strong>Class/Skill Background</strong>: Ranger<br/>--Hunting and Trapping<br/>--Tracking<br/>--Woodcutting.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons Specialties</strong>:  Axes.  Two Weapon Fighting.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons</strong>:  Her grandfather’s matched set of hand axes, balanced for throwing and reinforced for parrying.<br/><br/><strong>Armor</strong>:  Right bracer and epaulet.  Matched greaves.<br/><br/><strong>Equipment/Supplies</strong>:  A skinning knife tucked into her right boot.  A rabbit fur sling bag and wineskin.  2 20 foot coils of thin rope.  A few days dried rations.  A ball of twine for setting snares.  A tinder box.  2 changes linen underthings.  Assorted trinkets useful to a huntress.  A warm cloak.<br/><br/><strong>Personality Traits</strong>:   “It’s always been my nature.  When someone tells me there’s something I cannot do, I immediately reply, ‘Watch me.’”<br/><strong>Racial Animosities</strong>:  Picts (Aggressive savages.)  Aesir (Filthy dogs.)<br/><strong>Phobias</strong>:  “Of course not!”  (Snakes, mild.)<br/><br/><strong>Bio &amp; Notes</strong>:<br/>“In my homeland of Vanaheim, in the far north, there are families—rich from raiding—who devout their whole lives to war.  I am not from such a family.  My father and uncle are woodcutters, harvesting firewood in the southern forests to ward away the cold for our village.<br/><br/>“We’ve been raided often by Cimmerians, Picts, and Aesir, so we cannot afford to trust in our thanes to protect us.  The third time he caught me practicing with axes because my brothers told me girls weren’t strong enough to fight, my uncle taught me everything he knew about the axe, the bow, and the sword.  He taught me to use both hands to their fullest, and I prefer to fight with two weapons.<br/><br/>“Two years ago, a thane’s son came looking for a tumble and wouldn’t take know for an answer.  I said no again, with my grandfather’s axes.  After that, it seemed wise to travel.  Woodcutters don’t make such good migrant workers, but I put my skills to work in war, as a scout and a soldier, and I’ve done well.”<br/>