by hollyglow » Tue Aug 29, 2017 10:06 am
Name: Elsa Alina Asbjornson.
Gender: cis-female.
Age: 20 years.
Sexuality: homoflexible.
Appearance: Elsa has strikingly mismatched eyes. They're both blue, but the difference is nontheless incredible. One is pale, almost gray, like a dawn sky, and the other is the deep turquoise like the ocean on a clear day. Her hair is a very light blond and reaches down to her waist. If it isn't styled every day, or at least forced into some sort of ponytail or braid, it tangles into a complete mess of a mane. Her face is elegant, almost chiseled, and her eyelashes are as pale as her hair, blending into her face. Her bottom lip is full, but her top lip is thin, and she has a small nose with a ski jump. Her body is tall, almost awkward-looking, with long, gangly limbs and no curves to speak of. She's not ugly, per se, but most people wouldn't call her beautiful, either.
Personality: Elsa is a thoughtful presence. She doesn't speak often, but when she does, it's well thought out. She has a knack for strategy and is cleverer than most war strategists. This often manifests itself in a cool, manipulative way, but she's not incapable of feelings by any means. She's socially awkward, which can definitely make her look distant and emotionless, but in truth, she feels more intensely than most people, leading her to avoid situations where she's likely to be bombarded with emotions. Similarly, she's easily overwhelmed by loud noises, intense sights, and often suffers from sensory overload. She prefers to either stay inside and study texts or go deep into the wilderness to be alone. Although she's capable of lying and manipulation herself, she sometimes doesn't understand when it comes from other people. Even things like jokes and sarcasm can be confusing for her.
History: Elsa was the second-born in her family. Her older brother, Erek, was arrogant, narcissistic, and rarely thought of the kingdom. But he loved his little sister. He was the one who taught her not only to read, but to use a bow and a sword, to ride horses, and the one who brought her to her first war council. They were trying to figure out how to defeat an army much larger than theirs, and Elsa, ten at the time, was overwhelmed by the yelling and noise. Erek yelled, "hey! My sister's got something to say!" She hadn't known she did until he pointed it out. "Um," she began softly, "well, they have to travel through a valley, don't they? Why not shoot at them as they come through?" The council responded with equal parts alarm and appreciation. From that day on, she was always welcome, though she usually gave her imput to Erek. Her strategizing was the only reason she wasn't married off at eighteen, the usual age, but she was only allowed for two more years because she was at war. Any longer, the family was told, and the offer was off. Her parents worried that it would be difficult to find another offer. She wasn't beautiful or talented at any of the things usually searched for in a princess. So she was sent off to Gwildor to marry Ashton.