#nornsintro

Name: Týr (Tyr) the god of justice

Age: 1000+

Gender: Gender fluid

Pronouns: He/they

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Mercenary

TW: Mention of blood and violence

How strange it is that for eternity you have been known to represent bloodshed, but you are also the bringer of order and justice. In the past your sword never truly dried from all of your fighting, you marched into battle ready to right the wrongs with violence. If this is what you have done for all eternity then why was is your heart always so heavy afterwards?

Then came the humans. While many of the Gods found them intolerable and far less important than the gods, you adored them. You saw the beauty in their flaws, even in their short lives. How thrilling it must be to only live for one fleeting moment and yet be able to embrace death with open arms? 

Oh, how you would watch them and dream of being able to live like them, so naively and so freely. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone when you moved to Novigrad to live among the people you admired.

After centuries of living with humans, others may have learned to despise humans for being anything but perfect, but you have grown to love them even more. You spend your days and nights near them, always trying to bring them joy. I know that you have seen the worst in humanity, I know that you do not shy away from punishing those who deserve it, and that you always protect those who can not protect themselves. It torments you that you have not punished the Eternal Flame for their ruthlessnes, doesn't it?

Wanted connections

Enemies - He has strong opinions about most things, so he is bound to make enemies with those who disagree with him, or perhaps they have gotten into a fight about something?

Friends - They are also the type of person who tries to make friends with most people so that they have many friends. They are the type that constantly tries to help everyone, even if they do not know them at all.

Lovers - He has always been curious and fascinated by people who are not gods, and therefore he has perhaps had one lover too many. So they can be former lover, current lover, a fling or anything in between.

name: Gideon Fabria age: 45 species: human occupation: Bard gender & sexuality: cis man & bisexual face claim: Santiago Cabrera

Background.

— Gideon grew up as the second son of a wealthy family. Being the second son he held no real responsibilities and so he spent his days enjoying food, wine and a plethora of lovers. He had no interest in the family affairs or business. Gideon was always gifted in music, but excelled in the training in combat that he actually paid attention to. Daggers are his weapon of choice but he can also fight well with a short sword. When his elder brother was killed he knew the position of head of family would eventually fall to him, though he knew his younger brother, who he adored, was much more suited and so he silently slipped out one night and hasn't looked back. Since then he's been wandering around as a traveling bard. Stopping in towns and settlements for while until he feels like its time for him to move on (sometimes because he's flirted or bedded the wrong person) recently he's made his way to Skellige, looking for a bit of a fresh start.

wanted connections. (open to ideas)

name: Signe Reinulfsdottir age: 46 species: human occupation: Monarch of Clan Tordarroch gender & sexuality: cis woman & heterosexual face claim: Katheryn Winnick

headcanons.

— Signe was born and raised on Skellige by a widowed father, Reinulf, that was the former head blacksmith. — From a young age she always assumed she'd take over the blacksmith position. She was raised in the forge, taught how to make all the weapons anyone would ask for. — Signe got into quite a few fights with the boys her age and a little older. — She was well known within the clan as responsible, caring, helpful as well as very maternal to the younger children as she grew older. Good at problem solving. — The previous Monarch of the clan, a man by the name of Harald, fell in love with Signe. He went to her father and asked for her hand in marriage. Wanting the best for his daughter and knowing she would be well taken care of, Reinulf agreed. — Signe held no love for Harald, but she did her best as wife and to help run the clan who came to love her. — Harald, being quite a bit older than Signe, died before he could produce an heir and the title of Monarch has laid solely on Signe's shoulders since

wanted connections. (open to ideas)

basics

name: Gideon Fabria age: 45 species: Human occupation: Bard gender & sexuality: cis man, bisexual face claim: Santiago Cabrera

headcanons

came from a well off family, ran from home at 16 when they tried to arrange his marriage

spends most of his time moving from place to place, earning a living through playing songs in taverns, though also the hospitality of his latest paramour

good with a sword, prefers to use a rapier as his weapon of choice also carries a dagger hidden on his person

connections

connection

connection

connection

Caidha , nothing but a babe , product of an affair that ended in public beheading , was sold for coppers that would be left to her . Bought to a brothel , she was raised within its walls , doted on by those who could , and worked to the bone by those who could not . A life of toil was all there was , dotted with moments of gifted treats and market journeys , the child grew sturdy -- but even more important,

the child grew beautiful .

And suddenly , of age , her hair was tied up to display the point of her ears . She was taught the lyre , prodded to preform . A selling point of the ramshackle brothel , and a high commodity for it . Like this , they finally grasped at the straws that were the realisation of their worth .

From then on, it was work and save , and look to Passiflora with bright , hopeful eyes . On her back , she'd dream , on her feet she'd work extra for tips . Her money slowly , slowly gathered into her little trinket box , with that handful of coppers and some sort of crested brooch she could never quite pinpoint . And when the box was heavy and full , she would don her cloak and carefully follow whispers towards mages , heart full of lifelong dreams of finding the truth to said crest and any blood shared .

----

GENERAL

Name: Caidha.

Nickname(s): n/a

Age: 25.

Physically appears: Early 20s.

Gender: Nonbinary ( demiwoman ).

Pronouns: She/her & they/them.

Orientation: Pansexual , panromantic . A romantic at heart.

Vocation: Prostitute.

Affiliation: None.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Faceclaim: Marina Ruy Barbosa.

Hair color: Copper.

Eyes: A soft pink.

Height: 5'3".

Notable features: The gentle pink of her iris and the point of her ears show her elven blood. She also has no blemishes, marks or freckles on her skin.

Attributes: An overflowing kindness, and an open heart leads her to find the current regime nothing but cruel. She struggles, due to this, with finding love for the gods, and yet she still pushes herself to worship despite it. Her capacity for hope and resillience is second to none. Her body is also very strong, and she is capable of taking extreme amounts of damage and surviving.

SUMMARY

Kai was given over as a child surprise as a baby after Kal of Novigrad had spared a small settlement of elves during one of his missions. The brief mercy was awarded with a baby, a prize and a hope that a man so powerful and merciful could do right by an elven child.

For nearly a century, Kai and Kal have traveled together as father and child. Although raised by Witchers, Kai has no interest in partaking after witnessing the 1000 yard stare in his father's eyes and prefers to spend his days with his feet in the sand and water licking his heels.

Although grateful for his comfortable life, Kai's keen on trying to discover what it is that he'd like to do with the rest of his life. After all the stories he'd pried out of Kal, he's near certain that he didn't want violence to be any part of it.

SAILING

Being raised on the coast made him particularly fond of water. With Kal's encouragement, Kai took to sailing early on only to find out later that he much preferred loitering around and fishing over battling raging waters.

MISC.

-Kai is adept at projectiles. He's quite the marksman, thanks to the Cranes who raised him.

-His love for throwing and shooting things comes from a distinct fear of blood. Given a choice of a melee weapon, he'd likely choose a spear to maintain distance but otherwise prefers a bow.

-Given his kind and fearsome father, Kai was given a measure of freedom of expression and tends to lean towards more effeminate fashion and hobbies when he's able to stop by the market.

-He likely has a small spending problem and is a tiny bit spoilt.

SUMMARY

Largely retired from hunting for coin, Tian has lived his life as a lowly herbalist/beggar for nearly half a century. The contractual obligation to worldly value has impacted his sense of morality immensely and has made him reevaluate his life's work, purpose and sense of self.

Coming from the school of vipers, he's not only slain monsters but kings and peasants alike. Such bloodshed and destruction had once been something he never considered until they'd been betrayed by the very people they'd worked for.

One part survivor's guilt and one part disillusion, Tian has committed his life to vagrancy and making his living by selling herbs he's collected along the way.

Although he avoids conflict as much as possible, it's inevitable when he finds himself unable to resist those who are in trouble and with all the skills he'd painstakingly honed since childhood, it's not difficult to pinpoint exactly what he is once his sword his drawn.

HERBALISM

A unique aspect to the vipers were all the ways they'd learned how to kill. With their contracts varying from man to monster, knowledge of herbs and the poisons they make were key to getting the job done when opportunity was sometimes hard to come by.

Tian is a master at making poisons, potions and antidotes after finding that sometimes, less effort was preferable than slaughtering a whole town. Although, he'd never tout himself an alchemist for the kind of obligation that comes with when he'd much rather pick berbercane fruits by the roadside.

ORIGINS

Tian originates from a small mountainous tribal community of hunter/gatherers, fabled to take after the ghost tribe of ancient folklore. They respected their own tradition of not pledging their faith to any man or god and practiced swordfighting and martial arts in order to become the next generation of breadwinners for the clan. They had been honorable people, undisturbed by Northern/Western politics and warfare. In turn, they'd fostered a naïve child in Tian who never knew any better than what he'd always known: that people were compassionate, just and fair.

Tian had been the star pupil of his generation and was sent to Gorthur Gvaed to become the best hunter he could be. Becoming a Witcher was seen as gaining 'godhood' and ultimate enlightenment when it came to allegiance due to the Vipers' known neutrality and the expectation was for him to become the pride and joy of his community.

However, the strenuous training took a toll on Tian's mentality, moving away from community and towards selfishness and survival. He saw his own greed in coin once he was introduced to a world where money was exchanged for goods and luxury.

His ambition to introduce his clan to the outside world beneath the mountains veered away of the values in which they thrived upon and slowly, his tribe's customs and traditions began to dissipate into the ease of township and feudalism.

MISC.

Tian Lang is his full first name, although he found it to be too identifiable in its naming convention and tends to just use 'Tian'.

As a Witcher, he was often regarded under the moniker 'Venom' due to rumors that he was able to take down his foes with a single nick of his poisoned blade.

Tian masquerades as a hapless, blind and drunken herbal merchant. Always blindfolded to conceal his telltale eyes, his other keen senses tend to make up for the one he's ashamed to let the world see.

[ eva green, cis woman, she/her, 32/200 ] we’ve followed [ Nereinne of Gors Velen ] for awhile now, the [ MAGE ] has been in Skellige for [ on and off throughout her life but has only recently returned ]. They found a true kinship within [ The Lodge of Sorceresses ]. They’re known to be [ DECEITFUL ] and [ POWERFUL ]. They often remind us of [ the dark night when the moon is blood and the night sky cold & silver, ink-black velvet skirts that billow like sails on a burning sea / radiance and heat & the smell of crushed lavender ]. Our thread has already been woven on what their future is looking like, but we’re eager to see the [ SORCERESS ] experience it.

inspired by: Yennefer of Vengerberg, Morrigan & Morgaine le fay

name: nereinne ( of gors velen / of the deadwight wilds )

age: 32/200

race: she is of an unnatural origin of olden sylph (nymph) and part aen saevherne elf blood / mage. Her Mother, a powerful sorceress herself, never gave birth to her: she, powerful witch of the Deadwight Wilds, forever dabbling in necromancy and ancient forbidden dark magics, bound old sylvan spirits to the womb of a half human, half elf handmaid, and borne of it, a daughter of Chaos, terribly powerful and full of ancient magics: the death of her natural mother further nourished Morgante's power, who meant to sacrifice her daughter as she had done before with other mages and magical creatures, to harness their Chaos and bind it to hers, meaning to make of herself, a Goddess, almost. The most powerful woman in the world.

gender: cis woman

occupation: Sorceress

stories • musings • aesthetic • the lady

ORIGINS

daughter of Chaos, pitiless and powerful - Nereinne of the Wilds, was born in the sacred groves of Deadwight one moonless night with neither sun nor star to light her path - her cries, a bloodless wound, an offering to Morrigan, to olds gods of strange lands - to maiden, mother, crone. An offering to the Queen of the Veil.

Nereinne is the daughter of Morgante of Gors Velen, the legendary Witch of the Deadwight Wilds who has reputedly dabbled in the darkest of magics and ended the lives of scores of magical creatures to harness their Chaos for her; she has lived for well over four centuries.

Her mother: she who refuses to bow; she who wrecks destruction gladly for all the ages of man. Sylph, they had often called her. Spirit. And that she had been- more Nymph than woman, possessed by spirits from beyond the natural world after centuries upon centuries of prowling the realms beyond and dabbling in forbidden magic.

An apostate mage, who had once been a powerful sorceress of the conclave. Accused of dabbling with forbidden blood magics, goetia & necromancy. Accused of being a member of the conspiracy, which murdered the king whom she served. She had then been, married to a powerful diplomat of the Kingdom of Redania; and yet, the life that swelled her belly, had been unnatural - for every soul alive and dead well knew- a mage could not give life to that which chaos had claimed as its price. And yet... She had ( only it had been something else growing inside of her, a demon - a bes, bound to her blood, her body becoming a vessel for it as long as it gave her that which she desired.)

She was captured and imprisoned, only for her to disappear into the Deadwight wilds one bitter, sunless dawn.

And thus Nereinne was raised by Morgante in isolation from civilization. Mor instilled a distrust of humankind in Nereinne, strictly forbidding her from venturing out into settlements. As such, Nereinne sought solace among nature and the animals of the Deadwight wilds and groves.

Daughter of Chaos, mother had too often called her. Magic-laden blood in her veins, her chaos consumed her at very early an age; she could summon the storms and gather the power of the sky itself between her hands before Morgante could teach her how to better command it; and that she did, and that was all that she had been, then, daughter of Chaos, water and fire- magic.

On the 6th of Birke, Morgante, whom she was captured by witch hunters during raids in Redania, whom she had slain every last one of them, came home dripping in blood.

That night, Nereinne, too, awoke in the Dark Grove where mother did her goddesses homage in sour mead and bones, crown to foot dripping in blood. She had screamed then, had tore her throat raw with it- she had been, for the first time in her life, powerless. Mother, she realized (had she truly been her mother? Had she ever even been born at all?) meant to make her blood an offering to the Goddess - ancient, sacred silvan blood of the spirits she had summoned from beyond and tied to this realm to give her this daughter of hers— this daughter that could purify her; this daughter who would spill her life's blood for the gods, a sacrifice, a gift to the Mother, to the Crone, and make Morgante the most powerful woman in the world.

They say clouds wept stones that night; leaves and fruit were dashed to the ground. Morgante’s rage became winter wind; her tears the first snow.

Something had come for her then, darkening the sky with a terrible storm and a vicious flock of ravens — The Morrigan, — she had later thought, in secret- something cold and terrible and ancient cometh to spill over her as she lay in the grove with her blood flowing into the earth...

when next she awoke, she was half naked on the banks of a river, far, far away from home.

She had been only a girl then- a wild thing, beggared and on the run, more prey than woman, hunted down. From town to town she went, using her magics and whatever knowledge she possessed of herbs and poisons, to scrap together a living; then, prowling the dark forests of Redania at the side of a Witcher chanced upon her— the fabled Witcher of Gradobor whom would become her lover; until she was soon discovered by another - another powerful enchantress, Isadore - and brought to Aretuza where she, a wild thing of pure, primal magic and chaos, remained for a long while, until a summons to her old blood came to her one moonless night before the Belatain... She could no longer stay there, a prisoner, refused her freedom, a puppet to be toyed with, ordered about by a chapter she had no care for. She refused to become what they wanted her to be.

Close to solstice, when the sun barely rises, skims the heads of skeletal trees, and drops, she fled Aretuza, older now, wiser - seeking justice; seeking her truth.

To Skellige she dwelt a long, long time, near the Drummond Clan, favored by the jarls. Arcane advisor, they called her, for a time. Enchantress. Witch. She who gives.

Until the time to flee the northern isles came calling, hands dripping in jarl blood- treason, they called it, later; betrayal. Only she had been the one hunted down by those who stood against her; fearful of a mage's influence over a King.

Apostate, she has been called, blood witch of the wilds; a poisoner she has been, a powerful enchantress; once, arcane advisor to the jarls of Clan Drummond.

Sacred, ancient lass of the forest.

IMPORTANT (Synopsis)

She has lived many lives: she has been prowling the lands for decades, a powerful daughter of primal Chaos hunted down by her own Mother and the bes demon she has bound to her, brought to Aretuza only to flee it after years of suffering their suffocating ways in which they meant to have her wield her chaos — gone to Skellige a powerful enchantress, where she lived as an arcane advisor to jarls of clan Drummond; advisor, who was then accused of betraying her King when the blood of the innocent was spilled only to flee to the Kingdom of Redania once more.

She has worked as a poisoner, has worked as a healer. She has traveled the lands before and after her years at Aretuza at the side of the fabled witcher of Gradobor, the white wolf of Kaer Morhen. @ofgradobor

She has been captured by witch hunters during raids in Ard Skellig, has dwelt in the dark woods of the lands beyond the Dragon Mountains where hags and druids gather and learned of their secret, dark magics; she has - as her mother had once done too - dabbled in necromancy and blood magic ( Goetia. ) She has travelled the continent, learning of ancient magics and spells, from druids and mages and enchantresses, forever seeking to grasp in her hands everything that Chaos has to offer and more— power and knowledge.

After fleeing Skellige and reuniting with Aldric, she prowled the continent at his side— and while he hunted monsters and coin, making a living for the both of them, she hunted Morgante, dabbling in the shadows: in dark, forbidden magics, summoning the bes demon Morgante had once bound to her to find her. After finding her mother, she fled the Witcher's side, meaning to capture and kill her herself, but he followed her anyway— and so did catastrophe...

Facing off with Morgante proved fatal: she overdrew Chaos from the place of power upon which they met one another, and in the firestorm of magic that followed, the fight for power between the two of them, Aldric of Gradobor would die, and Morgante would disappear.

Nereinne believed the Witcher to be gone and dead— she spent two days upon that mountain amidst ice and snow, trying to bring him back to life only to fail and leave him dead and buried (and she, ruined and unrecognisable, a shadow of a woman savaged by loss) —

— Morgante came back for him, using dark, ancient spells to heal him, indebting him to her. (In truth, the Witcher had never truly been dead— it had been only a powerful enchantment laid upon him and Nereinne by Morgante to make her believe she's killed him after unleashing colossal floods of arcane fire upon Morgante in hopes of killing her. )

She has eluded her ever since, and so has the Witcher who's denied her attempts of reconciliation throughout the years.

NOVIGRAD

During her time in Novigrad, destiny spun another thread for her to follow: a daughter of Chaos was thrust into her path, changing the course of her fate: Fjandi @sircnum. The sorceress came to care for the girl to such extraordinary lengths, that she fought tooth and nail to keep her safe and out of the sights of the Eternal Flame, extremist witch hunters that sought to snuff out all magic from the Kingdom of Redania. During the witch hunts, Nereinne remained in the city, in spite of being personally targeted all throughout the cleansing, from the very moment the fires began, to the last, as there were wanted posters of her plastered all over the whole of Novigrad, offering up a hefty reward for her capture: still, the enchantress had nowhere to flee what with Morgante (the only thing she's ever feared) once more coming to hunt them down: between one evil and another, the sorceress was ready to give everything that she had to keep her child-surprise of sorts, safe; amidst the chaos that trailed after her every step, she reunited with the fabled witcher of Gradobor @ofgradobor - a hopelessly unexpected turn of events that saw the witch's destiny once more interweaving with that of the witcher's; she tirelessly worked alongside the Lodge to help mages escape the city, and did everything within her power not to let control slip from her grasp. Nereinne was eventually captured by the Eternal Fire and suffered horrible abuses at their hands before escaping them with the help of trusted allies (family, at this point) and fleeing once more to Skellige.

PERSONALITY / ABOUT.

Morgante's harsh lessons has engendered in Nereinne a self-serving attitude. She can be callous to those she has little respect for, pitiless and cruel in obtaining that which she desires or believes to be the right thing to do − even if it comes at the expense of others.

Powerful, pitiless, fearless enchantress of Chaos, she is a six foot pillar of golden weaponized beauty, adept at using her wiles to manipulate people.

She has a fascination with ancient, dark spells and forces. Power is what she lives for (...or had been until crossing paths with Fjandi and reuniting with her witcher.)

A svelte, exotic-looking young woman with long black hair and large violet-blue eyes.

Menacing, they have often called her; malicious. Too proud, too cruel, too cold.

Languid, pragmatic, cold-hearted and oftentimes, sardonic, Nereinne cynically values power and autonomy. She looks down on mages who refuse to command the full, true power of Chaos and blindly follow rules imposed upon them by a Conclave she has little regard for.

She worships The Morrigan, the Queen of the Veil.