Name: Solveig Grímsdóttir
Other Names: Sol
Titles: None
Age: 30
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She'll sleep with any man able to best her in arm wrestling
Current Residence: Blackrush Crossing
Relationship Status: Single
Social Status: Upper echelon of lower class, but walks like she owns the whole goddamn world
Profession: Leatherworker
Physical Appearance:
Height: 5'11
Weight: 160
Eye Color: Pale blue
Skin Color: Light skin tone
Shape of Face: Square
Distinguishing Features: She's taller than many men and built like an ox
Build of Body: When Solveig walks towards you, you can tell from a distance from the wide shoulders and broad arms. She's sturdier than a house and strong enough to shove one down.
Hair Color: Pale blond
Hair Style: Pigtail braids
Complexion: Ruddy cheeks often from bouts of rosacea
Posture: Average
Is Seen By Others As: "A Brick House"
Scars: Cuts, scars, and callouses on her hands from the years of working. Beside that, none of significant note.
Voice: Froya from Norsemen
Personality:
Likes: ₪ Rain ₪ Booze ₪ Money ₪ Trinkets ₪ Cats ₪ Winning ₪ Games ₪ Competition ₪ Percussive Music ₪ Campfire Dances ₪ Making Trouble ₪ Speaking in Third Person... ₪ Being Intimidating ₪
Dislikes: ₪ Prissy Women ₪ Prissy Elves ₪ Bookish Types ₪ Entitled Rich Folk ₪ Flutists ₪ Liars ₪
Strengths: ₪ Physical Strength ₪ Confidence ₪ Afraid of Very Little ₪ Craftsmanship ₪
Weaknesses: ₪ Over Confidence ₪ Not the Smartest ₪ Enjoys Giving Harsh Truths Too Much ₪ Narcissistic ₪ Escalates When She Shouldn't ₪
Fears: Solveig fears nothing.
Values: ₪ Solveig ₪ Solveig's own voice ₪ Solveig's unmatched leathwork ₪ Solveig's stories ₪
Education: Solveig has a real good head for numbers and is literate. She's all but ignorant about much of the world's history, current events, and a few things most would think common sense.
Languages: Common
General Attitude: "No one's leather compares to Solveig Grímsdóttir's. No one compares to Solveig in anything."
Religious Inclination: The Grey Lady, Jax, & Korog.
General Sociability: Solveig will invite herself into other people's conversations, sit down at their tables, and buddy up to whomever she feels like. Likewise, she'll punch someone in the face if the fancy strikes her and call their mother a backwoods pig trollop.
Alignment: Chaotic.. something.
Short Term Goals:
₪ Get a shop set up
₪ Get a shop cat
Long Term Goals:
₪ Live fast, die fighting.
₪ Never stop causing trouble
Possessions:
Wardrobe: Fur trims, dyed hides, leathers, light cotton. Nothing spectacular.
Jewelry: A golden locket on a thicker chain. Contains a small lock of red hair.
Pets/Animals: She will obtain a shop cat as soon as she obtains a shop.
Owned Homes: None yet
Carried Inventory:
₪ Bedroll
₪ Travel pack
₪ Rations
₪ Waterskin
₪ Flask
₪ Warhammer
₪ Until she gets a shop, she lugs around a lot of her leatherworking tools.
₪ Coinpouches (Three of them. One in her pack, one on her belt, and one rolled up in her bedroll.)
General Inventory:
₪ For now, everything is carried
General Wealth: 1,500r
Health:
Illnesses: Rosacea
Allergies: None
Injuries: None
Sleeping Habits: Like a rock
Energy Levels: High
Eating Habits: Voracious eater
Exercise Habits: Extensively
Memory: Lacking. She's not good with names and will often make them up for people
Unhealthy Habits: "Being an asshole"
Drinking Habits: She will only drink mead as far as alcohol goes, but drinks it in copious amounts
History:
Birthplace: The midlands
Childhood: The middle child of seven brothers. Spent much of her childhood working the family farm and tending to her chores.
Teen Years: Started taking a specialty interest in working hides and leathers. Always getting into trouble. Her parents died to a sickness and her elder brother took over the family farm, so she decided to set out on her own since the younger siblings were taken care for.
Adulthood: Spent a lot of time traveling. A romance bloomed between her and another man. She settled down for a little while with a farmer, and had red haired son. The babe died during his second winter, and she couldn't stand to stay. Set up shop in various towns, but then getting kicked out of the towns because she was too abrasive and made too much trouble.
Family History: Parents had a homestead in the midlands. 7 brothers. Her parents died to sickness when they were reaching their elder years. She had a sweetheart once, and a son. Her son passed and she left that life behind because she couldn't stand the heartache.
Past Places of Residences: All over the continent
Places Traveled: "I've been everywhere, man."
Combat:
Peaceful or violent: More on the violent side. She doesn't have a filter or anything to really hold her back.
Weaponry: Warhammer. Hunting knife. If she's improvising, she's got a few leatherworking tools that'll do.
Combat Training: Training? Laughable concept. Living life is all the training you need. Aim and swing.
Training & Skills:
[7/10] - Leatherworking -
[5/10] - Brawling -
[10/10] - Confidence -
Other Trivia:
Occupation: Leatherworker
Favorite Types of Food: Pork
Favorite Types of Drink: Meade
Hobbies/Pastimes: You can probably guess if you've read this far down
Favorite Colors: Brown
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