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Nerren Harclaw
Her name was Nerren of Clan Harclaw. She was born in Nordengaard, Eretejva, and was raised from a babe to a child, if as a cub by parents both mild and wild.
Taught to live as much as survive, to swing the blade and pluck the blow, Nerren was the only child of her mother and father, so they trained and raised her as a precious gem, and the Nordenfiir know nothing so precious as a simple stone.
She found her Svalen at the appropriate age, she met her maker, but the lands of Eretejva sent her distant and to Epressa. Why?
She has yet to find out. Banished, perhaps, but there is more to it, for even Nerren's parents would not admit their secret. The woman will find out on her own, come blood and bone.
Appearance
Nerren looks her age, halfway between twenty and thirty, for both a female Norden and a human in comparison. Her features could otherwise be considered delicate, and maybe that's why she tends to wear black eye shadow, not to hide herself, but to disguise those more gentle elements of her visage.
Despite her soft features, her expression is generally less than soft. She is as short-tempered as those of her kindred race, ready to take offense in social situations, and she gives no less than this away on her face. It is rare to see her smile except when in situations suited to her kin. See her grin? It may be the last thing you ever see, to be so transparent.
Nerren has her glyph on the right side of her neck, a tattoo in black print, as is tradition, to identify her as a warrior who has found her Svalen. She also has a black tattoo on her chest, just beneath her neck, center collarbone, a signet. She wears blue warpaint when the occasion calls for it.
Despite her soft features, her expression is generally less than soft. She is as short-tempered as those of her kindred race, ready to take offense in social situations, and she gives no less than this away on her face. It is rare to see her smile except when in situations suited to her kin. See her grin? It may be the last thing you ever see, to be so transparent.
Nerren has her glyph on the right side of her neck, a tattoo in black print, as is tradition, to identify her as a warrior who has found her Svalen. She also has a black tattoo on her chest, just beneath her neck, center collarbone, a signet. She wears blue warpaint when the occasion calls for it.
Skills and Abilities
Combat: Skilled with spear, axe, sword, bow, dagger, flail, sling, whatever
Tracking: She can smell as well as any other Nordenfiir
Sailing: Made her way to other islands and continents by navigating and sailing
Shapeshifting: A Norden in every extent. Found her Svalen. Beware the bear
Tracking: She can smell as well as any other Nordenfiir
Sailing: Made her way to other islands and continents by navigating and sailing
Shapeshifting: A Norden in every extent. Found her Svalen. Beware the bear
Personality
In many ways, Nerren is your average Norden, given to quiet amid social situations without her own people, but likely to get wild when other Nordenfiir or Nords are around her. She was raised with such traditions, to maintain culture and history and song and beyond.
However, the girl became a woman, and a warrior became a raider, left to fend for herself after her abandonment at the hands of her own people. 'You may dress a Norden in silks and velvets', some said, 'But beware the bear, for her pelt is ever there, a cruel stare, bared for the fool.'
In her credence of her position, her experience taught Nerren to keep silent amid the denizens of continents distant, but she is just as loud and proud of her heritage when the occasion calls for it. Her upbringing was in mountains frozen, to reap as she now reaves.
Conquest may not be the Kingdom of Nordengaard's prerogative or privilege, given its inhabitants simply seek to survive more than thrive, but Nerren sees things a bit different. For her, survival means a trifle more than winter, as the lands of summer beckon her, and autumn and spring, and she will heed the call, but she will not bend the knee, she will not fall.
However, the girl became a woman, and a warrior became a raider, left to fend for herself after her abandonment at the hands of her own people. 'You may dress a Norden in silks and velvets', some said, 'But beware the bear, for her pelt is ever there, a cruel stare, bared for the fool.'
In her credence of her position, her experience taught Nerren to keep silent amid the denizens of continents distant, but she is just as loud and proud of her heritage when the occasion calls for it. Her upbringing was in mountains frozen, to reap as she now reaves.
Conquest may not be the Kingdom of Nordengaard's prerogative or privilege, given its inhabitants simply seek to survive more than thrive, but Nerren sees things a bit different. For her, survival means a trifle more than winter, as the lands of summer beckon her, and autumn and spring, and she will heed the call, but she will not bend the knee, she will not fall.
