Name
Asa Sumira
Gender
Feminine
Age
19 Years
Sexuality
Straight
Species
Human (Witch)
Abilities
Asa has always leaned more to the spiritual side of witchcraft (ie, astral travel, communication with spirits, ect), but is also adept at imbuing physical objects with magical properties (through runes, sigils, weaving and knots, or just by channeling her intention into objects). She has dabbled in other forms of witchcraft too, but rarely uses them. The one area of her study that she has least interest in is Divination.
Appearance
Standing at 168cm, Asa has a tall and slender build. Although she has near-perfect hourglass proportions, she lacks muscle somewhat, due to her relatively inactive childhood. Her initially fair skin is tanned to a light golden color. Having spent most of her childhood running around barefoot (due to her general dislike of shoes), the soles of her feet have hardened to the point that she can comfortably run on gravel. She has highly arched feet, and tends to walk toe-first when barefoot, resulting in an almost dance-like movement.
Asa has a delicate, oval-shaped face, with high cheekbones, and a narrow chin. Her ears, well-proportioned, are somewhat pointed in shape. Her nose is straight, with a rounded, very slightly upturned tip. Downturned lips contribute to her faraway and sad resting expression.
Slightly downturned blue-grey eyes, usually distant and watchful, take on a lively, joyful glimmer when Asa is in a good mood. Asa's hair is straight and long, falling all the way to her hips. The fine brown hairs take on golden glow when struck by light.
Attire & Accessories
Asa's wardrobe was always quite limited, and as much as she wanted to, she never really got around to customising it much, as the majority of her clothes were handed down from her mother or even grandmother.
She generally wears a neat linen tunic embroidered bellflowers around the edges, tied around the waist with a plaited leather cord. A pair of light and flexible leather boots, and grey linen pants. In cooler weather, Asa will don her dark woolen cloak, with a silver flower-shaped clasp.
Asa always wears a small flower pendant on a silver chain around her ankle, a 'good luck' charm of sorts, given to her by her parents. Silver, with six pointed, overlapping petals, and no more than three centimeters in diameter.
Personality
Fun fact: Asa absolutely hates having to describe herself as a person, having dug through her own personality so much, she struggles to see the entire picture at once. She would much rather leave the task to others.
Speaking of which, there are other tasks she would prefer to leave alone, most of which fall under the category of communication. Regardless of how good (or not) she is at hiding it, Asa is very awkward at any form of communication, but is positively terrified of any staged conversation. It doesn't help that she struggles to find the right words to make her thoughts understandable to others, outside the context in her mind.
Her fear of communication is reflected in her behavioural patterns. While she may stride around with a calm confidence, a shadow of worry will pass over her expression the moment she knows she has to talk to someone she doesn't know. She will wait silently for people to notice her instead of interrupting a conversation.
But she's quite talkative once you get past that initial barrier, happily chatting about whatever common topic she might have found. In fact, she sometimes worries that she's being too talkative and annoying the other person. Asa does tend to judge herself a lot in that way.
Calm, patient, always with a small but friendly smile on her face, always understanding and compassionate, Asa is the ideal listener, albeit a silent one, since she's never sure what the right thing to say is. No one has ever seen her lose patience, get angry or upset. She will walk around smiling from ear to ear, though, if she's in an especially good mood. She doesn't even notice it until people shart giving her weird looks.
But that's all the surface, the tiny fraction of who she is, the small part of herself she feels safe to expose. Not a mask, of course. That was something Asa learned early on - she couldn't lie. She couldn't become someone entirely different. She could only pull together existing parts of herself, convince herself she was happy, and act it, the way she would be if she was. Always happy. Always calm. Always the best at everything. That was what she expected herself to be, and what it frustrated her to fail at. Perhaps it's partially the way she was raised, always expected to have the top grades, always told that nothing but the best is enough. In any case, it pains her to be worse than anyone. And it has made her competitive. Very competitive. And she enjoys it, it's her definition of fun, even when the only person she can compete with is herself.
On the inside, Asa is an artist. She loves anything beautiful, and sees beauty in many things. She will lose herself in sculpting, painting, music, or poetry. She loves animals, too. To Asa, the natural world is divine. Humanity is divine. Everything, from the highest mountain to the smallest stone, from a bear to an ant, from an oak to the grasses in the fields, is beautiful and divine.
Asa has a very clear image of the world she wants to create for herself. When it comes to her beliefs, they are very clear and do not change easily. While she will not dictate them to other people, she will have no one dictates theirs to her, either. She is incredibly loyal to those she considers 'family', as few as they may be, and will defend them from anything and anyone.
Strengths
- Highly intelligent and very capable of abstract thought, Asa easily grasps new concepts, and often excells at anything she tries her hand at.
- Asa has the drive and determination to sit down and spend the hours 'forcing' herself into perfection. She won't stop until she has achieved the ideal, or at least made significant progress towards it.
- A loyal friend, Asa is always there for the people she cares about. She would be there for strangers, too, but has been disappointed too many times to invest in people who don't want her around.
Weaknesses
- An awkward communicator, hindered in equal parts by her lack of experience and her belief that she is awkward.
- Can be competitive to a fault, sometimes going a bit too far.
- Asa can quickly grow tired of loud groups, cheerful or otherwise, and needs time away to ground herself and recharge her batteries.
-
----***----
-
Name
Ölvir Dunn
Goes by "Sindri"
Gender
Masculine
Age
26 Years
Sexuality
Asexual, but not necessarily aromantic
Species
Werewolf
Appearance
Ölvir shifted for the first time when he was twelve, and hasn't aged since. A mere 154cm tall (sure, he was tall for a twelve-year-old, but at twenty-six? He hates being short), skinny, and somewhat under-fed. You look at him and you know he was born among the poor. A thin layer of dust and grime covers his pale skin, giving it a brownish color. Through it, one might make out the light freckled sprinkled over his nose and cheeks. His hair is somewhat windblown, tangled, and dirty, and has grown almost to shoulder-length, but you can tell that he makes an effort to keep it clean and neat. The dark, almost black bangs frame a pretty, innocent child's face. Angular, sculpted features, a sharp chin and somewhat hollow cheeks. Small, neat ears, only their tips visible, poking out from under his hair. A perfectly, almost impossibly straight nose, with delicate, narrow nostrils. Pale green hooded eyes hold a reserved, intelligent gleam. Ölvir's appearance could be almost described as angelic.
Although he appears young, his hands, as delicate as the rest of him at first glance, are roughened with use, and his thin fingers strong. His nails are always neatly trimmed, though he can't always beat the thin line of dirt that somehow always gets under them. With a thin, fragile build, a slightly fallen-in chest, and a tendency to cross his arms, he often looks like he's closed himself off from the world. Ölvir's lack of muscle comes less from lack of physcal activity, and more from malnutrition.
This is less of a problem to his canine form. Still a bit smaller than others of his kind, and still with slender, long-legged proportions, he nevertheless is well-muscled and lithe. His eyes retain a similar pale green hue, but they undoubtedly carry far more confidence, which is equally conveyed by his self-carriage. As a wolf, Ölvir looks like nothing and no one could ever get in his way. His silvery-white coat is long, but not very thick, which can prove to be a problem in the winter - hence his tendency to stick around old ruins rather than heading deeper into the wild.
Attire & Accesories
His clothes look like he's been wearing them for a long, long, time. They're so worn, patched up so many times, you'd think they were handed down for generations. He keeps them as clean as he can, which has proven easier with the dark grey tunic rather than the lighter cream-colored pants, which show all the stains Ölvir couldn't get out.
Personality
Perhaps the most obvious thing you notice when you first meet Ölvir, is that he doesn't talk. Well, he does, but it's so hard to get a word out of him, that you might as well not try. He would much rather just ignore you and be in his own world. You're highly unlikely to ever have a decent conversation with him. That said, if he sees the need to speak, he will. And he'll be blunt about it, saying things exactly the way they are in his head. With the least amount of words possible, of course, so his sentences tend to be incomplete - Ölvir kind of leaves you to figure out what exactly he meant.
Overall, Ölvir easily leaves the impression of a timid, innocent young boy, who's always in his thoughts, blind to the world around him. Anyone who has watched him a bit more closely will see that he's quite a genius when it comes to anything requiring logical, abstract thought. If anyone were to stumble across his home, they would find it full of parts and inventions and peices of paper randomly scattered around the room. It's how he passes his time.
One of the things Ölvir hates most, is being treated as a brainless child. Sure, he's a child, and always will be, but he's way smarter than those who try to boss him around, or look down on him. Oh, and there's those who try to feel sorry for him - they're the ones Ölvir hates most. It's pretty accurate to say that Ölvir hates at least half the world, and the other half he just doesn't mind. The things he actually likes (or knows he likes) you could probably count on your fingers. He enjoys a mental challenge, he likes being acknowledged for his abilities, he likes going off the beaten path, he needs his personal space, and he has a fascination with mythology.
There are many expressions you might expect to see on the face of a twelve-year-old. A cold, cruel, almost sadistic grin isn't one of them. This expression on the pretty, innocent face of a kid is an especially jarring and somehow even more unnerving combination. Ölvir used to hate this side of himself - the one that seemed to feed off the pain of others, and enjoy it. He used to fear it, pretend it didn't exist. That... changed one day. The day he had no choice but to face what he was. The whole world condemned him, it seemed. So he would have to accept himself instead. He no longer shuns that cruel, power-hungry side of himself. He lets it take over sometimes, watching his own actions with a kind of horrified satisfaction.
Strengths
- He's a child genius.
- Good with his hands - give him an idea and the right materials, and he'll make anything.
- He is quite good at self-defence.
Weaknesses
- His youthful appearance. Somehow, everyone finds a way to look down on him... He's small. And he's certainly not the strongest kid out there.
- His people skills could use some work, there's plenty of room for improvement. At least century's worth of improvement, actually.
- He gives in to feelings like anger and resentment far too easily.
Fall 
Day 
