<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/draft_lens19053954module157182643photo_1330118087a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Roselyn 'Phoenix' Brogan<br/><strong>Player</strong>: Veluux<br/><strong>Country of Origin</strong>:  Vanaheim (Vanir)<br/><strong>Deity(s)</strong>:  Ymir<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation</strong>: Bi with Hetero preference.<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 20<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'5"<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 137lbs<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Striking Green<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Bright Red Curls<br/><strong>Distinguishing Features</strong>: A handful of small scars, one large diagonally across her stomach.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/362/9/e/Red_Sonja_by_anjum.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Class/Skill Background</strong>:  Barbarian, Thief, Pirate<br/>     Daughter of Brogan son of Bregaar, Roselyn could easily be defined as a pure Vanir barbarian. True to her people she is a fierce fighter with the blade, usually wielding two swords of similar size, though is capable of fighting with a single blade and a shield as well. An orphaned child growing up, she scrapped and stole for her own survival and learned to defend herself at an early age. The harsh winters of the north taught her to be quite resourceful and inventive - and those creative aspects are present in her fighting style, always improvising. During her late adolescence she frequently joined longship raids on foreign villages, so she is experienced and comfortable at sea and has even engaged in pirating for a short stint. Part of the way she earned room and board was through dancing on ship and in local taverns for gawking men - the acrobatics and rhythm learned are also blended into her unique fighting style.<br/><strong>Weapons Specialties</strong>:  <br/>     Her weapon specialty of choice is dual short swords or daggers. She is stout and capable of using a longsword and shield - though it is not her preference.<br/><strong>Weapons</strong>:  <br/>     Two double-edged matching short swords were taken with her when she departed from the Army of Kordava. She has also acquired two mismatching daggers since then. She also carries a horsehair wooden-shield on her back she obtained from a fallen comrade on a past longship raid with her people - though she rarely uses it. It usually serves as protection for the back of her torso in her seemingly chaotic fighting style of sword dancing.<br/><strong>Armor</strong>:  <br/>     In order to maintain excellent flexibility for her unique style, she wears two thin scalemail pieces. One that only covers her ribs and chest (not her abdomen) and the other that covers her hips to crotch.<br/><strong>Equipment/Supplies</strong>:  <br/>     Just one small leather pack with one strap torn off. The one good strap is usually slung diagonally along her torso. It only contains a waterskin, her current food supplies, and a small fur blanket.<br/><strong>Personality Traits</strong>:  <br/>     Rage. Whether from her abandoned childhood or the sheer futility of life - this one is extremely easy to anger. She can be down right brutal in both speech and action with a heart that often seems as cold as the lands of her people.</div><div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/057/d/1/Song_of_Red_Sonja_by_urban_barbarian.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Racial Animosities</strong>:  <br/>     Yes. Roselyn has long believed her parents were killed in an Aesir raid when she was but a child. Whether or not that is true, she hates them with a passion and rarely agrees to any form of neutrality or alliance with them unless it is for substantial monetary gain or pure survival.<br/><strong>Phobias</strong>:  <br/>     Yes. She is quite afraid of being left alone again, after having finally established a sense of family and camaraderie between some of her fellow mercenaries.<br/><strong>Bio &amp; Notes</strong>:  <br/>     Always having lived a harsh and brutal life - she has a fierceness to her personality that is always present. She is passionate and wild - never having grown up with any form of formal authority other than the laws of nature and the reality of death. She is proud of her heritage and frequently draws upon the legends and myths of her people for innate strength and stamina to press on where most would fall short. Her life is lived almost in a constant state of desperation. Desperate to survive, not to be alone, and to obtain the life she believes was robbed from her so early.<br/>     Her nickname of "Phoenix" was given to her by her own people during her time among the raids as three times she had apparently fallen in battle but all three times managed to survive and drag herself, heavily wounded back to the beach and make the return trip home. She was undying it seemed in the eyes of the men around her - probably the primary reason that she was able to gain slight recognition as a fellow warrior among the men. She was still frequently shown disrespect and insulted by the other warriors, but her persistence in returning gained at least indifference in even their eyes.<br/>     Roselyn is often irrational, bold, and stubborn - usually leading to getting herself into dire and dangerous situations; but whether by skill, chance, or sheer determination she has yet to fall victim to her own follies. Despite the anger that boils in her blood, she is generally a happy and excitable person - just very quick to anger, and slow to calm her temper.<br/>     A former comrade to several of the current mercenary group, Roselyn took her earnings and began her trek home to Vanaheim by taking passage on an ocean vessel. It went smooth at first but was way-laid by a skilled and seasoned ship of Pictish Pirates, who killed or captured all on board. Despite killing some of their fellow Picts, Lady Brogan was spared by the pirates because of her beauty and stubbornness. She was a steed to be broken, a tool for their entertainment. She was vicious and violent and had gravely wounded or killed several men that attempted to exact their carnal desires upon her. Sleeping with her and surviving had become a sort of sick challenge to the Pirate group, but without reaching much success they eventually sold her away at port as a slave to be someone else's problem. <br/>     She has been passed on through several exchanges since then, all for similar reasons. Thankfully Ymir had spared her any serious sexual torture up to this point. She was the Frost Giant's beautiful fire child, whether he protected her out of adoration or was merely saving her for a crueler fate born from disappointment, she did not know. One way or another she was bound to find out soon.</div>