#Hjordis Ragnasdottir

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🧜🏽‍♀️ MERMAYPALOOZA! 🧜🏼

Requested By: @vesuvian-disaster (yeah that's three, fight me lmao)

Shark!Hjordis does not like what she sees...

(Detail snippet below, links to full renders - both with top and au naturel - are under the cut!)

[ Full Render 1 (with top) ]

[ Full Render 2 (no top 🔞) ]

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Hjordis Ragnasdottir: Mercenary

Name: Hjordis Ragnasdottir

Age: 28

Gender: Cis Female

Eyes: Pale Blue

Hair: Light Blonde

Height: 6′0″

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Biromantic Ace

Place of Birth: The Scourgelands

Languages: The Lingua Franca used by traders that travel the waters of the Strait of Seals to The Emerald Sea. A variety of other languages along those coastlines, and  the language the Scourgelands’ roving clans.

Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

Skillset: Hjordis is trained in sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat, archery, general wilderness survival, hunting, and tracking.

Short Background: Hjordis left her clan to make her own way in life at age 16. She traveled North and East from The Scourgelands to Hjalle. From there she made her way by using her hunting skills and eventually joined a ships crew to travel further. She decided she liked the life of a travelling sell-sword and that’s what she’s been doing ever since.

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[PAMPER] with Jinana and Hjordis. - vesuvian-disaster

(It is, of course, funniest if Hjordis is doing the makeup... Modern AU time!)

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It's a good exercise for Jinana not to fidget or flinch while the makeup is applied carefully to hir face. It's fun to try something new... and honestly, the view is pretty great as Hjordis bends forward to her work with the different pencils and tubes of makeup.

"Aaand done. Take a look."

S/he knows what to expect from the makeup Hjordis has done for herself, but it's still a bit startling as s/he peers into the bathroom mirror. The look is somewhere between Viking war-paint and death metal corpse-paint, with heavy black kohl spidering out over hir cheeks from hir eye area, highlighted with delicately branching veins of white. A blue Jera rune has been drawn above and between hir brows, and hir upper lip has likewise been painted blue, with a thick blue line down the center of hir lower lip, continuing down hir chin. A series of small white dots have been applied over hir brows, as if in homage to hir own culture.

"Oh my god," s/he says, "I look like I'm about to go out and kill a man." S/he grins at Hjordis. "Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick, I love it! Let's go tear up the club."

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Jinana’s Birthday Renderpalooza! 

Requested By: @vesuvian-disaster

Jinana gets a piggyback ride from Hjordis! 😆(Hjordis is looking rather competitive, maybe it's a race...)

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Meanwhile: plz enjoy this test render of Hjordis 2.0! (Sculpt and concept by @vesuvian-disaster, textures by me)

See more about Hjordis Ragnasdottir here!

(Jinana really saw that walk into a bar and decided ‘yeah I’ll go talk to her’ lmao)

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🎁 🥂 - Hjordis weaves through the crowd of party guests, with two drinks in one hand and a large box in the other. Withing the box is a case she had made, holding a mounted horse skull with several carrion beetles mounted on it's surface. She offers Jinana one of the drinks with a broad smile, "Happy birthday! I'm glad I could make it this year." - vesuvian-disaster

Jinana's face lights up as the tall figure comes into view. "Welcome! I'm so glad your travels lined up this year." S/he accepts the drink, clinking hir glass against Hjordis' with a smile and taking a sip of the tasty sparkling mead inside. (Nothing against Julian's concoctions... but some of them could peel paint.)

Despite their fearsome name, the beetles themselves are not very frightening to look at - perhaps an inch long, with striped backs and little club-shaped antennae. "Aw, they look right at home," Jinana laughs. "Maybe I can get Heron to let me hang it in the shop - it's educational!"

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🍻: for one OC to buy the other a drink (alcoholic or not!)

We haven't done Hjordis and Jinana meeting. How about it? - vesuvian-disaster

Murmuring follows in the wake of the newcomer who walks into the tavern. Tall, palely blonde, with the build of a fighter, they head straight to the bar for a drink, tossing some coin the bartender's way before settling at one of the tables.

"She's Scourge, just look at her."

"I heard she talks to spirits. It's unnatural, innit?"

"I'm just sayin, it's hard to trust a sellsword."

This in no way seems to faze the woman in question; she sits back and enjoys her drink, looking over the other tavern-goers with a sort of mild amusement.

To Jinana's sight, her aura is very strong, like a beacon, and curious energies flicker at its edges, coming and going. The woman notices hir eyes upon her, and gives a slight nod.

"Where are you going?" asks the young man who's been trying (without much success) to get Jinana's attention all night; someone much more interesting has appeared.

"It doesn't do to be unfriendly," s/he says with a smile. "Enjoy your evening." With that, s/he leaves the table and crosses over to where the newcomer is lounging in an attitude that speaks of an absolute lack of concern for what others might think of her.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," Jinana says, seating hirself across from the other and resting hir chin on hir hands. "May I buy the next round?"

"Please do. At least someone here is friendly." The newcomer grins. "My name is Hjordis Ragnasdottir." The hand she holds out is callused from use of a sword; Jinana's own hand feels rather tiny and delicate in its strong grasp. "I'm a traveling mercenary. I pass through here a lot while looking for work."

"Jinana Aditya. Magician and shopkeep - not nearly so exciting, I'm afraid." S/he laughs, and signals the bartender to refill their drinks.

"Only to people who don't know any magicians." Hjordis' pale eyes glance briefly upward as fresh tankards appear; then she lifts hers in salute, and Jinana does likewise. "To new acquaintances. Skál!"

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8. Hjordis smirks and looms over Jinana. “Make me.” - vesuvian-disaster

Pairing: Jinana x Hjordis

Rating: Like Pg-13, there’s a neepnop

Warnings: One (1) neepnop

The flirtation game that had begun somewhat in jest had taken a bit of a turn of late; blame spring, or simply a bit of a dry spell in between partners. It didn’t really matter; it was fun.

Today in particular was unseasonably warm, causing Hjordis to wish out loud for the cooler climes of her homeland. She was already wearing as little as what passed for Vesuvian modesty permitted.

“Why don’t you just take off some of those clothes? I certainly won’t mind.” Jinana laughed lightly as s/he reached up to place the jars of owlbear feathers and claws that Hjordis had brought for trade upon a shelf. S/he turned back - only to find the tall Southerner looming right over hir, a smirk curling one side of her lips.

“Oh? Why don’t you make me?” The smirk threatened to become a grin, challenging, and Jinana wasn’t about to back down from that.

A single word, a snap of hir hennaed fingers… and all of Hjordis’ clothing and gear fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her Amazonian figure quite nude. Her pale eyes widened… and then she threw her head back, laughing. “That’s a new one!” She lifted Jinana’s chin with one finger, running the nail lightly along hir jawline. “I take it that’s an offer?”

For an answer, Jinana reached up and pulled Hjordis down to hir own level for a kiss, smudging the mercenary’s dark lipstick over both of their mouths. A simple mental command sent the shop’s Unseen Servant to lock the door, turning out the sign that told customers to come back a little later. It was a slow day anyway.

S/he traced one fingertip around a pale-pink nipple, watching it contract, and smiled. S/he rolled it lightly between her fingertips, looking up to see the pupils start to expand in those ice-blue eyes. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?” Hjordis grinned down at her in return, stepping out of the little pile of gear on the floor and following hir up the stairs.

This day was looking more fun already.

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💋 with Hjordis - vesuvian-disaster

Me: What am I supposed to do with this???

Jinana:

Me: Oh, ok then...

Bonus because s/he's a hair-grabber:

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mm 5 and 35 for the gang! 😗

5. Do they have any nicknames or pet names or other aliases? 

'Arcanist Heron Phan' was born 'Phan Đạt Linh Heron'. He is still known as 'Linh' in the community of people from his father's homeland, who live within Vesuvia. Though his friends and partners tend to call him Heron. There is also Samuel's [@bottomvalerius] pet name for him. 'Kitten'.

Hjordis Ragnasdottir is her name, not aware of any nicknames as of yet.

Marcus Aquila will tend to have eir name shortened to just 'Marcus' by eir loved ones.

35. What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do for?

Heron is apparently a sucker for a pretty face, people with an air of authority about them are attractive, most people he sets his sights on tend to be at least a little older than him. People who are; passionate about their interests, curious, or eager to learn are also attractive in his eyes.

Hjordis also likes people who are passionate and skilled at their own interests. People who are strong, or creative top the charts.

Marcus Aquila has to get to know someone to find them attractive, but showing some kind of interest in em first helps?

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Links To Relevant Information

CHARACTER BIOS

Heron Phan

Hjordis Ragnasdottir

Marcus Aquila Summanus

TAGS

Heron’s Tag: Like Clockwork [old tag heron phan]

Hjordis’s Tag: Dead Men Tell Me Tales

Marcus Aquila’s Tag: 

NSFW Content : The Mask Wall

Valerius Tag : Gorgeous

Muriel Tag : The Tender Beef

Julian Tag :  Doctor 0-6-9

Asra Tag :  Soft Pastel Hobo

Lucio Tag : Spada’s Mistake

Portia Tag :

Nadia Tag :

Jinana’s Tag:  Bugs of Chaos [old tag jinana aditya]

Donna’s (Donatello) Tag: Moodshifting Locks

Duke Samuel’s Tag: Duke of the Pearl Isles

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Heron Phan: A Vesuvian Citizen

Name: Heron Phan is his common introduction, but his full name is Phan Đạt Linh Heron

Age: 32

Eyes: Bronze

Hair: Black and Curly

Height: 5′6″

Scars: Heron’s right arm, both sides of his chest, left hip, and right leg have scars from defensive wound received in the wild, and on the road, while gathering magical components and ingredients.

Gender: Nonbinary XY

Pronouns: he/him or they/them

Orientation: Pansexual

Place of Birth: Vesuvia

Languages: Common, Prakran, His father’s native language (I’ll figure something out at some point), and a handful of other languages he has enough knowledge of to use them for trade and simple conversations.

Occupation: Heron runs a shop in Vesuvia’s Heart District where he sells magical ingredients, components, premade potions and charms, as well as magically created knick-knacks. He also collects the vast majority of his stock himself, usually hiring a mercenary or two to accompany him into the wilds.

Familiar: Cicero the Mink (mahogany coat)

~LOVE INTEREST/S~

[WIP]

~FRIENDS~

Heron is an old friend of Jinana [@the-iron-orchid]. They knew her before The Red Plague, but was not in Vesuvia during the time when she died, and thus doesn't know that she died. They believe she had some kind of accident.

He is also acquainted with Asra and Julian. Asra due to his association with Jinana, and Julian as the doctor who tried to treat Heron’s parents during The Red Plague.

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Hjordis Ragnasdottir: Mercenary

Name: Hjordis Ragnasdottir

Age: 28

Gender: Cis Female

Eyes: Pale Blue

Hair: Light Blonde

Height: 6′0″

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Biromantic Ace

Place of Birth: The Scourgelands

Languages: The Lingua Franca used by traders that travel the waters of the Strait of Seals to The Emerald Sea. A variety of other languages along those coastlines, and  the language the Scourgelands’ roving clans.

Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

Skillset: Hjordis is trained in sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat, archery, general wilderness survival, hunting, and tracking.

Short Background: Hjordis left her clan to make her own way in life at age 16. She traveled North and East from The Scourgelands to Hjalle. From there she made her way by using her hunting skills and eventually joined a ships crew to travel further. She decided she liked the life of a travelling sell-sword and that’s what she’s been doing ever since.

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5, 16, 27 for all three! - the-iron-orchid

Under the cut, because this is very long and will dominate everyone’s dashboards if I don’t. Enjoy the lore dump. 💖

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Heron:

Heron has an older brother. 

His birth name was Phan Đạt Hào Shrike, but since moving to Prakra and becoming part of his wife’s household he’s changed his name to introduce himself as  Hào Shrike Anand. 

Their relationship is one of people at arms length, but cordial. 

Heron disturbed Shrike when they were children, he didn’t understand his brother and grew to fear and resent him overtime. It wasn’t until they hadn’t seen each other for nearly twenty years and Heron appeared in Prakra to inform him of their parent’s death that their relationship shifted in a more positive direction.

Hjordis:

Hjordis has no full blood siblings. Instead she has about a dozen or so adopted ones who are related in that they are of the same clan. 

I haven’t named them yet, and I’m not here for coming up with like 16 names on the spot, but they all bear the matronyms of Ragnasdottir or Ragnasson.

Her relationships with her siblings as children was very close. They had all lost a lot and held onto each other for a long time to survive the downfall of the clan. 

As they grew they split to find ways to make a living. Some stayed where they’d made a home, other like Hjordis wander as sellswords individually or in small groups. When they find each other they are always happy to see each other though.

Marcus Aquila:

Marcus Aquila is the fourth of six children in the Vesuvian Noble House of Summanus.

The first born is eir brother  Valens Tacitus Summanus. Second and third were twin sisters  Priscilla Iulia and Tullia Liviana Summanus. Then eirself, followed by a set of fraturnal twins Varinia Alba and  Sextus Titus Summanus.

Currently (as in post game) Marcus Aquila has a decent relationship with the two sets of twins. Eir relationship with eir eldest brother is very strained. Due to certain decisions that were made, Marcus Aquila is the head of the Summanus Noble House, and Valens believes his birthright was stolen.

Ey had relatively standard relationships with their siblings during childhood. Relatively friendly with regular spats of mild sibling rivalry and pranks.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

Heron:

Heron collects bizarrely themed magical paraphernalia. Tomes with magic tailored to very specific needs, strangely designed foci and tools, such as staves, wands, cauldrons, or ceremonial blades. 

He uses them when he has need of them, and keeps them displayed on shelves in his study when he’s not using them. Occasionally he’ll part with a piece as a gift, if it suits someone else more.

Hjordis:

Hjordis doesn’t have any collections, she moves too often to see the point.

Marcus Aquila:

Marcus Aquila has a large collection of pens. He picks a different one from his collection everyday to use. They are in their own specially designed cabinets in his home.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Heron:

Thinking about his parents, having a relationship fall apart, seeing people suffering needlessly, the usual stuff. He doesn’t cry often and tries to suppress it for the most part. It takes convincing to make him believe it’s alright to actually express his sadness. He’d rather keep it together.

Hjordis:

Very few things make Hjordis actively sad, the most common thing is usually a particularly tragic spirit. She’s not much of a crier, she’s more likely to just get quiet and somber when she’s sad.

Marcus Aquila:

Post-game Marcus Aquila has so much trauma that he’s pushed down a lot of emotion, including sadness. He’s seen so many sad and terrible things that he’s compartmentalized it all for the most part. If he does start to feel sad he mostly just goes off and smokes or drinks.