None, she is the first to have this name in her line.
At the moment, Blodwedd does not have any nicknames. Feel free to give her some.
None, at the moment.
Why stand still when the whole world is moving? Come with me! The whole world is spinning, so we might as well too!
None, Blodwedd was born healthy.
Sigri Dey- Mother- 43- Alive- No contact
Aeron Balk - Father- Unknown- No contact
Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time? And does the white paper not seem empty without the dark stain of the alphabet? When the Gods demanded light, they didn't banish the darkness. Instead, they invented ebony and crows.. or did you mean "why are you so sad so often?"
Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.
Blodwedd is an average height for a woman of her age, standing at about five foot three. She is extremely thin. Her collarbone, hips, wrists, and ankles are sharp and starkly defined. Her rib cage and the vertebrae in her back can also be seen plainly when exposed. Her face is very angular as well; with high, almost sunken cheeks and cheekbones, sunken eyes, and a sharp jawline. Her lips are constantly an agitated pink color and marked with little scars where she chews them.
Her skin is pale, extremely pale. Almost to the point of translucence. There is a faint undertone of blue and yellow to the skin, so it seems to almost sparkle in the sunlight. Her face and shoulders are muddled with freckles similar to the color of her hair. She has scars on her back, seemingly from some sort of animal attack.
Her hair is rather messy, seemingly always tangled with fairy knots and slight waves that actually make her hair quite frizzy. A brilliant shade of copper with faint undertones of a golden blonde that sits messily cut at her chest. It is a stark contrast with her pale skin.
As stated before, her eyes are sunken, but still hold a spark of light. The irises are a dull grey color, framed by long, but hard-to-see reddish-blonde lashes.
All around, she has a rather, horrifying striking beauty about her. Like something that would haunt your nightmares..but also your dreams.
There's something chasing you. It has dark eyes and too long limbs and sharp teeth. And it's out for bl0od.
Quiet, serious, sensitive, and kind. Does not like conflict, and is not likely to do anything that may generate conflict. Loyal and faithful. Extremely well-developed senses, and aesthetic appreciation for beauty. Not interested in leading or controlling others. Flexible and open-minded. Likely to be original and creative. Blodwedd is very in her head about everything. She likes to write poetry.
Mostly, its rather dark being around her. When she communicates, it's usually about poetry or the stars..or philosophy. Very rarely will she admit feelings and things about her background.
Biting her lips, pulling at the skin of her lips, scratching her arms, doodling.
Art, poetry, astronomy, baking.
None, really. Blodwedd doesn’t easily get annoyed with others or her environment.
Ways of Communication:
Sign Language, Writing
Selective Mutism. Blodwedd’s mutism extends over most platforms. Really, the only times she will speak is when she is alone, or with an extremely select few people.
Marasmus- Marasmus is a non-contagious disease caused by a severe deficiency in quality(and/or quantity) of proteins and calories. It is characterized by extreme weight loss, extreme difficulty in gaining back weight, and loss of muscle mass. Also, extremely low immunity to other diseses.
Moondrunk creature, howl your melancholy question and tell me what you fear the most:
The echo or the answer?
Blodwedd was born of a one night stand. Her mother was living in a tiny, three-room apartment at the time, and had to forego the rent to feed both herself and her new daughter. Around the age of twelve, Blodwedd was given the boot out of the house to fend for herself. She found a job after a few months on the street. Mucking stalls of a barn. At this time, she had been mute for six years straight. About three months after acquiring her new job, she was given the boot for refusing to talk back.
Now, Blodwedd had turned fourteen. She had taken to the woods. She found trees and holes to stay in, hopping around for a solid two weeks. When exploring for a new hide out, se ventured across what looked like an old abandoned cabin.
Used to be Commander of the 78th legion of the Faerien Army
..Now a gladiator in the Werewolven(?) empire
Ase is taller than the normal woman, standing at 5’9. Her body type is between that of a runner and a mountain climber. Her midsection is relatively well defined with abs and prominent hip lines while her legs are long and lean, with prominent definition as well. Her shoulders are wide and her chest is relatively average, as is her waist, but her hips are wider, creating an almost hour glass like silhouette. She walks with an air of confidence, straight-backed with her head held high.
Her skin is paper pale with no natural blemishes to be seen. She does however have a myriad of scars. A few are visible on her neck and hands, but most are situated on her chest, thighs, and back. Her jaw is somewhat refined, but her cheekbones aren’t especially high; giving her a regal shape. Her nose is straight and almost romanesque. Her eyes are hooded and piercing pale blue, framed with thick black lashes. Her eyebrows are black, as is the rest of her hair, and relatively straight, with only a small arch towards the end. Her lips are full and pale pink. She’s got two dimples on the left side of her cheek when she smiles. She does have a resting bitch face but has mastered the art of raising her brows slightly so she doesn’t look too angry.
Ase’s hair is extremely thick and black. It is extremely wavey, 2B on the curl chart. Throughout it are a few small braids. It reaches the middle of her back. The texture is rather soft, like luxury wool. She will leave the bulk of it down, with a bit from the top pulled into a loose bun or ponytail, complete with some side braids.
Ase prefers outfits that are relatively easy to move in, but at the same time, still relatively socially acceptable. That being said, her usual wear is a simple, calf-length, red cloth tunic dress with dark woolen leggings and a leather belt. A woolen slip is kept under the dress at all times. The dress itself is tightly laced and tied at the front with a long string of twine. Her footwear is a rather normal pair of leather boots. Variations of this outfit include a dark hunter green dress with a darker leather belt, brown with the same belt, and, only for special occasions, a purple version of the dress.
This woman isnt one for showmanship.
Ase’s voice is clear and contralto. Low and soft, like velvet and honey. She has an accent that rolls her rs slightly and heightens her as/es. Her laugh is easily one to light up a room.
ESFJs are people persons - they love people. They are warmly interested in others. They use their Sensing and Judging characteristics to gather specific, detailed information about others and turn this information into supportive judgments. They want to like people and have a special skill at bringing out the best in others. They are extremely good at reading others and understanding their point of view. The ESFJ's strong desire to be liked and for everything to be pleasant makes them highly supportive of others. People like to be around ESFJs because the ESFJ has a special gift of invariably making people feel good about themselves.
The ESFJ take their responsibilities very seriously and is very dependable. They value security and stability and have a strong focus on the details of life. They see before others do what needs to be done, and do whatever it takes to make sure that it gets done. They enjoy these types of tasks and are extremely good at them.
ESFJs are warm and energetic. They need approval from others to feel good about themselves.. They want to be appreciated for who they are, and what they give. They're very sensitive to others and freely give practical care. ESFJs are such caring individuals, that they sometimes have a hard time seeing or accepting a difficult truth about someone they care about.
With Extroverted Feeling dominating their personality, ESFJs are focused on reading other people. They have a strong need to be liked. They are extremely good at reading others, and often change their manner to be more pleasing to whoever they're with at the moment.
The ESFJ's value system is defined externally. They usually have very well-formed ideas about the way things should be and are not shy about expressing these opinions. However, they weigh their values and morals against the world around them, rather than against an internal value system. They may have a strong moral code, but it is defined by the community that they live in, rather than by any strongly felt internal values.
Ase prefers quick, efficient weapons.
- A mountainous upbringing has led to excellent strength, survival, endurance, and climbing abilities.
- Ase had taken up blacksmithing and, if given the right tools, could probably craft some useable things.
- Extremely dependable
-Needs positive reinforcement to feel good about herself
- When provoked, is extremely violent
- She has a deep, inept fear for deep water. If she can’t stand in it, she won’t go near it.
- Praise. Ase needs praise to feel like she’s accomplished something.
-The cold. Ase loves the cold.
- Extreme sports.
Dark yet gentle hurt
A vague sense of being out of place
The Two-Headed Calf by Laura Gilpin
Why Are Your Poems So Dark? by Linda Pastan
"Childhood is this; you suffer. You hate. You forget. You forget what it was but you never forget what it felt like. You still hate and still hunger for revenge."
"I've changed..but not into something better."
"There was no hurt in her eyes, but calm, heroic grief."
"From childhood, I never believed in permanence..but I longed for it."
"There is blood everywhere and I am lost in it. I breathe blood, not air."
"Who do you blame when you've broken your own heart?"
"This is all just a facade. Give me a hammer and pick and I'll tear it down."