Post by Kajsa on Apr 25, 2015 22:01:21 GMT
'Must be fun, being as serious as you are.'
Name: Kajsa Trest
Sex: Female
Age: Around her three hundredth year
Sexuality: Demisexual/romantic
Looking at: No one
Fallen for: No one
Loyal to: No one
Married to: No one
Kin: None to speak of
Offspring: Thankfully none
Species/Race: Huldra
Height: 5"11
Appearance: She has the signature hollow back, which has traces of moss, and 'cows' tail, though for your imagination, it looks more like a Lion's tail
She has ridiculously long ginger-blonde hair, it typically has sticks and stones tangled up in it, occasionally cobweb
She has pale skin, with tufted 'elven' looking ears and green-yellow eyes
Attire: Either a simple green gown, with a green-grey coat, or natural materials
Personality: Observant, Practical, Humorous, Kind at some points, Easily made spiteful, Holds the signature grudge of her race when shown disrespect
Reluctant, Careful, Rather modest, Intelligent, Defiant at times, Silver-tongued devil, sly, Curious, Natural mischief maker
Not afraid to tell a few lies, Professional at pretending to be an innocent little flower, Tends to be malevolent, Vengeful
Respects/Rewards those who treat her well, and tends to be abnormally kind/generous towards them, Surprisingly a complainer
Habits: Tends to watch people, goes out of her way to mess with people, Weak for gossip, Breaks under severe pressure
A little too secretive, Lies a little too much, Too snarky for her own good, Runs her mouth quite a bit, Tinkers with pieces of junk
Backstory: She was born to a single mother, as you and I would be
Though her mother left to fend for herself, exposed to the element at a young age.
It wasn't uncommon for Huldrefolk to do such a thing, though what was strange was that her mother left her aboveground, away from
the cave-system that comprises of the local Huldra's home.
But that is besides the point, and the little Huldra was taken in by a small Dryad, as their races were similar and she pitied the child
So Kajsa was brought up in the strange home of the tree spirit, tinkering with the little wooden toys she was given, and listened to the lessons she was being taught.
From the start she was a handful, and was prone to getting herself into trouble.
Didn't matter if it was with the neighboring wildlife, a nymph passing by, or a poor human child wandering in the woods
Kajsa would most certainly chat up with them, and possibly get her and them into trouble
At one point it had gotten so bad that she had gotten herself in the middle of two spirits scuffling, and ended up getting hurt
She had come back to her Dryad in tears, her small tail wrapped around her small waist to keep it from getting hurt as well.
Though, when she hit adolescence, things got better.
She started behaving herself, and became more reserved
Though when you take two steps forward, you must take three steps back.
Kajsa started getting much more troublesome, causing rather questionable problems with local villagers, and acting like a hooligan.
Soon enough though, her foster mother became fed up, and gave her the what for
By kicking her out of the house, to fend for herself
I'm detecting a pattern here....
The Huldra and the Dryad traded bitter words, before she stormed off, sulking and hanging beneath the roots of a large tree.
She was one hundred and fifty years old at this time.
And as she got older, she acted a lot more like a Huldra, and interacted and toyed with the local human beings that she came across
Back then, she had really shown her spiteful spirit, as she had not been treated with very much respect by them
Whether it was giving them bad luck or setting their homes alight, she always got her revenge
No matter how small the quarrel was.
Soon she hit adulthood, and the times were a-changing.
She was two hundred years old, and the year was 1915
She had immigrated over to a different country, posing as a human being, as the other Huldrefolk did.
It was difficult for creatures like her to get by, but she had it easier, since she still maintained her lifestyle and hid herself from humanity as much as she possibly could.
Though, she soon made her way towards 'Willow City', sticking to the outskirts of the place and keeping herself as hidden as she could
Though her playful personality is still apparent, she is more restrained with it, though since it had been a long while, she feels the need to be social in her own way....
Though, when the apparent entertaining folk left, she tailed them, following not far behind, but keeping out of sight.
Perhaps this place will show some promise.
Name: Kajsa Trest
Sex: Female
Age: Around her three hundredth year
Sexuality: Demisexual/romantic
Looking at: No one
Fallen for: No one
Loyal to: No one
Married to: No one
Kin: None to speak of
Offspring: Thankfully none
Species/Race: Huldra
Height: 5"11
Appearance: She has the signature hollow back, which has traces of moss, and 'cows' tail, though for your imagination, it looks more like a Lion's tail
She has ridiculously long ginger-blonde hair, it typically has sticks and stones tangled up in it, occasionally cobweb
She has pale skin, with tufted 'elven' looking ears and green-yellow eyes
Attire: Either a simple green gown, with a green-grey coat, or natural materials
Personality: Observant, Practical, Humorous, Kind at some points, Easily made spiteful, Holds the signature grudge of her race when shown disrespect
Reluctant, Careful, Rather modest, Intelligent, Defiant at times, Silver-tongued devil, sly, Curious, Natural mischief maker
Not afraid to tell a few lies, Professional at pretending to be an innocent little flower, Tends to be malevolent, Vengeful
Respects/Rewards those who treat her well, and tends to be abnormally kind/generous towards them, Surprisingly a complainer
Habits: Tends to watch people, goes out of her way to mess with people, Weak for gossip, Breaks under severe pressure
A little too secretive, Lies a little too much, Too snarky for her own good, Runs her mouth quite a bit, Tinkers with pieces of junk
Backstory: She was born to a single mother, as you and I would be
Though her mother left to fend for herself, exposed to the element at a young age.
It wasn't uncommon for Huldrefolk to do such a thing, though what was strange was that her mother left her aboveground, away from
the cave-system that comprises of the local Huldra's home.
But that is besides the point, and the little Huldra was taken in by a small Dryad, as their races were similar and she pitied the child
So Kajsa was brought up in the strange home of the tree spirit, tinkering with the little wooden toys she was given, and listened to the lessons she was being taught.
From the start she was a handful, and was prone to getting herself into trouble.
Didn't matter if it was with the neighboring wildlife, a nymph passing by, or a poor human child wandering in the woods
Kajsa would most certainly chat up with them, and possibly get her and them into trouble
At one point it had gotten so bad that she had gotten herself in the middle of two spirits scuffling, and ended up getting hurt
She had come back to her Dryad in tears, her small tail wrapped around her small waist to keep it from getting hurt as well.
Though, when she hit adolescence, things got better.
She started behaving herself, and became more reserved
Though when you take two steps forward, you must take three steps back.
Kajsa started getting much more troublesome, causing rather questionable problems with local villagers, and acting like a hooligan.
Soon enough though, her foster mother became fed up, and gave her the what for
By kicking her out of the house, to fend for herself
I'm detecting a pattern here....
The Huldra and the Dryad traded bitter words, before she stormed off, sulking and hanging beneath the roots of a large tree.
She was one hundred and fifty years old at this time.
And as she got older, she acted a lot more like a Huldra, and interacted and toyed with the local human beings that she came across
Back then, she had really shown her spiteful spirit, as she had not been treated with very much respect by them
Whether it was giving them bad luck or setting their homes alight, she always got her revenge
No matter how small the quarrel was.
Soon she hit adulthood, and the times were a-changing.
She was two hundred years old, and the year was 1915
She had immigrated over to a different country, posing as a human being, as the other Huldrefolk did.
It was difficult for creatures like her to get by, but she had it easier, since she still maintained her lifestyle and hid herself from humanity as much as she possibly could.
Though, she soon made her way towards 'Willow City', sticking to the outskirts of the place and keeping herself as hidden as she could
Though her playful personality is still apparent, she is more restrained with it, though since it had been a long while, she feels the need to be social in her own way....
Though, when the apparent entertaining folk left, she tailed them, following not far behind, but keeping out of sight.
Perhaps this place will show some promise.
Her Opinion of others:
Talynah Crystel
'You walk a dangerous path... Mind if I join you?'
Cael Dinapoli
'You need an attitude adjustment.'
I may add more later on, but for now, thank you for reading
