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Name :

{ E V A } - meaning “life”

{ V A L K A } - meaning “strong, healthy”

{ H A D D O C K - J Ø R G E N S E N } - meaning “prosperity; fortune” and “son of jørgen”

Birthday :

December 2

♐️ Sagittarius (The Archer) The Sagittarius Sun Sign has an honest, optimistic and independent personality. They are passionate about justice and love adventure and travel. They are lucky in many aspects of life. They love freedom, intellectual stimulation and their own space. Every day is a reason for a new adventure. Self-confident, positive and enthusiastic, they’re a resource of information. Restless at times, they risk jeopardizing their relationships if they let it rule their lives.

Gender :

Cis-Female

Appearance :

{ H A I R } - auburn and wavy

{ E Y E S } - hazel

{ H E I G H T } - she’s quite average height, around 5′5″. although she’ll often say she’s 5′6″, because she likes the thought of being taller

Personality :

{ A D V E N T U R O U S } - With dads like Aksel Haddock and Eirik Jørgensen, two vikings known for their unyielding search for adventure, it was no wonder Eva turned out the same. Her curiosity was insatiable, and it was only fueling by the family outings they’d often go on. Eva started being allowed to go out on her dragon — a Monstrous Nightmare named Phoenix — with her dads when she was fifteen. (Eirik absolutely did Not gloat about his daughter choosing to ride a Monstrous Nightmare, no sir. He was humble and chill about the whole thing. And don’t listen to Aksel, he did NOT cry.) Eva started seeking adventure on her own, rather than accompanying the adults, not long after she turned sixteen. There was a whole world out there, waiting to be explored. Maybe multiple worlds! Who knew! Her grandma Astrid often said she was just like her grandfather when he was her age, and just as stubborn too. 

{ T E N A C I O U S } - Eva was nothing if not dedicated. She gave everything 100%, 150%, 200% if she could manage it. She took everything by the horns, and did not let go. And sometimes that was a good thing, like the time she was searching for an herb for Gothi —  who was, somehow, still alive — but had to go as far as the edge of the archipelago to find it. She didn’t give up, and she didn’t let anyone else take control, even though Aksel offered to do so multiple times. (”Babe, let her do it.” Eirik had said. “And if she gets hurt?” “She’s a Jørgensen!–” “Haddock-Jørgensen” “–she’ll be fine!”)

{ C O N F I D E N T } - The Jørgensen confidence is passed on both by nature and by nurture, apparently, seeing as Eva took to it so naturally. It was certainly a trait she’d learned from Eirik, not from Aksel. Eirik always had the same swaggering, flirtatious, playful confidence that Snotlout had — if a bit less obnoxious. And Eva herself had the same. She knew she was smart, knew she was quick, knew she was a gifted viking and dragon rider. How could she not be, with one Chief father and one Chief’s Second in Command father? With names like Haddock and Jørgensen that commanded respect and notoriety, she had no doubt in her abilities. Thankfully, because of Aksel’s more subdued nature and Eirik’s desire to please his husband, both instilled in her the thought that while she was talented and deserved to be confident, others held talent within them as well, and could be confident in their own right. Eva often cheers on those who lack the same self-assurance, telling them how great they were. 

{ B L U N T } - Aksel and Eirik both take equal amounts responsibility for this one. (No matter what Eirik says. No Eirik, Aksel’s sarcasm didn’t make him 65% responsible.) While there’s a good side to this trait as well — she’s honest — Eva’s bluntness gets the better of her more often than not. Sometimes it’s good things: “You look great!”, “You’re doing a great job!”, “Wow, this is an amazing sword.” Other times it’s not so good: “You smell disgusting.”, “Your dragon looks as irritated with you as I am.”, “Wow, those are some baby muscles for a grown man.” It’s not uncommon for village members to bring Eva back to her dads with a huff and an irritated explanation of what she said. 

Special Talents :

Dragon training. Eva doesn’t have the same passion for invention like Aksel, nor the same love of weaponry like Eirik. She isn’t inept in either, her quick mind and problem-solving skills are high, but she doesn’t love it. Not in the same way she loves anything and everything related to dragons, especially training them. She’s been known to rival even Hiccup with her ability to train what would have been deemed an untrainable dragon. They sense in her a dragon’s heart, and she connects with them better than with most people. 

Who They Like Better :

She loves both of her dads to pieces. She couldn’t be more grateful that they took her in, gave her somewhere to call home. However, it’s Eirik that is the most fun. Aksel isn’t unfun, but he’s often busy being chief or he has to be the “responsible” parent of the two (if you could call him that at all.) Eirik, however, is just as goofy and reckless as he was as a teenager. He’s not an idiot, he doesn’t let her do anything he thinks would sincerely put her in danger, but if she wants to have a good time, it’s Eirik she goes to. If she wants to talk out her problems, Aksel is a better fit. 

Who They Take After More :

I think she’s equally both, just in different ways. She has the same instant connection with dragons like the Haddock boys have always had, and she has the same confidence and tenacity that the Jørgensen clan is known for. However, upon first impression, she’s more clearly like Eirik. 

Personal Headcanon :

The day Aksel dared Eirik to steal a Screaming Death egg did not lead to Eirik’s death. The dragon got back, tossed Eirik from the nest, but somehow Eirik survived. And Aksel was thrown for a loop. He stayed by his best friend’s bedside until he was recovered, with his dragon Valhalla and Eirik’s dragon Inferno sitting by his side. Eirik was off of his feet for a while, seeing as his leg was severely damaged in the fall. It was difficult, getting him up and moving again, but Aksel was there every step of the way. 

The two had the chance to talk deeply during that time, to talk about the unspoken tension between them that Aksel often avoided by changing the subject. Eirik had been patient for years, simply content to be with Aksel however he was able, but with this boy he cared for so deeply holding his hand and taking care of him and talking to him endlessly to keep him entertained, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. 

“Aksel, how do you feel about me?”

Aksel had paused, practically frozen. “I– I mean... We’re best friends, right? I don’t know what–”

“Aksel.” Eirik’s gaze was firm, but pleading. He had to know. 

After a long discussion, Aksel explained that he wasn’t sure what he felt. That he’d never really felt anything for anyone before — demisexual, was the term he was unaware of — but he knew that his feelings for Eirik went beyond friendship, that they had for a long time. 

They took things slow, getting to know each other in a different capacity. But with time they became comfortable labelling themselves as a couple. 

The village was thrown, to say the least. Snotlout himself was quite vocal about his shock. There were some that were supportive, others weren’t. Eventually, the people who mattered came to understand that the love these two boys had for one another could not go hidden any longer. And having a loyal dragon at your side keeps away most of the disapproving remarks. 

Their relationship blossomed, as did their love for each other. Their dynamic hadn’t shifted much, many of the villagers came to notice. They still caused trouble, still laughed louder than they should, still were together more often than not. But now Aksel didn’t step away from lingering touches, and now Eirik felt more comfortable showering Aksel in flirtatious compliments and pet names. 

They were in their early twenties when Aksel’s Uncle Daggur showed up with a baby swaddled in cloth, lucky to be alive. He explained that he found her aboard a shipwreck, floating on some wreckage that was surrounded by giant eels. He and Sleuther had managed to swoop her up in time, but now he didn’t know what to do with her. With no clues as to the whereabouts of her actual family, Aksel was left with the decision as Chief to take her in. 

He’d claimed that the care of her would be a group effort, until her family could be located, but soon the group became Aksel and Eirik. They both cared for her immediately, and she took to them just as quickly. 

Aksel had said it first, after asking what they should name her. 

“What about Skylout?”

“We are not naming our daughter Skylout.”

Eirik and Aksel had both paused. They were keenly aware that they could never have a child of their own — not without one of them bringing someone else into bed, and neither cared for that idea — but they’d never openly discussed the idea of it. 

“Our daughter?” Eirik echoed. 

“I didn’t say that–”

“Yes you did.”

“It was a slip of the tongue, just–”

Eirik confessed that he’d always wanted a child with Aksel, even though he knew it wasn’t possible. After some discussion, they decided that they’d give it a try. They reluctantly still looked for her actual family, but in the meantime it wouldn’t hurt for them to be a family...right? 

The naysayers of Aksel and Eirik’s relationship reared their ugly heads again, but just like last time, they held strong. Most of them had left Berk once Aksel became Chief, no longer loyal to the community. Let them go, Hiccup had said, patting his son on the shoulder. 

After those who were opposed saw how much Eva — the name Aksel and Eirik finally decided upon, with the help of Alva — loved her dads, and they quieted themselves. 

As Eva grew older, her bond with her dads grew stronger, and the reality that one day her real family might show up only became a bleaker future neither Aksel nor Eirik wanted to picture. 

So far, seventeen years later, that day has yet to come. 

Faceclaim :

Name: Lorand Lavelle Bieste

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Lorand is the spitting image of his father in his youth, except taller and more gangly. His thick, brown hair is often a mess in the morning, and throughout the day due to lack of effort. Even his eyes are blue, like his father’s. Delilah knew Matt when he was younger, due to her visiting the castle to hang out with his sister, Jolie, and is reminded of those days each and every time she sees Lorand.

Personality:

+ loyal – He developed this trait out of principle more than anything else. He shows unwavering loyalty to his friends and family, and would never do anything to hurt them intentionally. In fact, he goes out of his way often to show just how much they mean to him, and often develops a close and strong bond with people.

+ audacious – This he definitely got from Delilah. An experiment that failed to work on Matt, Delilah decided to sculpt Lorand into a bit more of a risk-taker than his father. He loves to do things that might not necessarily be the safest route, but pay off in the long run, whether it be enjoyment, education, or spending.

+ mannered – Of course a prince must develop the mannerisms of royalty, and he has mastered this skill at the young age of sixteen. When in front of people that deserve respect, or merely people of note including those in the kingdom, Lorand speaks in the most proper and well-learned manner that he knows how, and never offends a soul. That being said, when in front of family and close friends, he can kick back and relax on occasion, as well.

- independent – Although this might sound like a good thing, it just means that Lorand isn’t easily influenced, and often does not feel like he needs others to thrive. He believes that he can make informed decisions himself without outside influence, and that he knows what’s best for everyone and everything. It would take a lot to get Lorand to understand that he really needs someone when he falls, and that he can not only pick himself up every single time.

- cocky – This goes with his independence and stubbornness. Growing up in a position where it seems that no matter what choices you make, you will never fall to a low point has made Lorand overly-cocky. He doesn’t believe that anything too bad could really happen to him, no matter what mistakes he made (if he even makes any. Besides, he can make decisions all by himself, remember?)

- pretentious – Pretty self-explanatory. He uses his stature, manner, and education to preen himself before others. He knows that he is an important person, and, unlike his father who tended to keep the fact that he was a prince quiet (Matt hadn’t even told Delilah when they first met), Lorand likes to flaunt the fact.

Special Talents: Lorand has the power of magic. This power no doubt came from his mother, who’s magical abilities were so beautiful and ingrained within her soul that it was inevitable, after carrying Lorand for nine months, that they would be passed on to him.

Who they like better: Julian probably likes the royal side of the family more, merely because he loves feeling important and dutiful. His father is the king, for crying out loud. He especially loves listening to stories from Matthieu, Adam, and Belle.

Who they take after more: As much as he’d like to think otherwise, he takes after Delilah a lot more in personality. Matt was nowhere near as outspoken, highly poised, and confident as Lorand. Delilah, on the other hand, loved being a free-spirit and independent agent, and so did her son.

Personal Head canon:

The royal family spoiled Lorand from day one. When he broke a vase, they promised that it was completely okay, an accident, and was not his fault whatsoever. Nothing, really, was ever Lorand’s fault in the palace. Everything was catered to him, and this is what caused him to realize just how important he was.

Lorand actually loves to read, like his father, but keeps the passion secret, for fear that people might see him as a nerd rather than a powerful prince.

This is the first generation in which the werebeast curse has not manifested itself, and likely never will.

Face Claim: Uriah Shelton

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Name: Madeline L’ange Bieste

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Madeline has long brown hair which stretches down past her shoulders, with chocolate brown eyes and a cute little stout nose. There is no doubt that this girl, running about the castle, is descended from the king and queen. She loves wearing dresses, and lets her mother pick out the perfect ones, at times even ordering personal designs.

Personality:

+ energetic – Madeline loves playing outside. She reminds Belle of Matthieu when he was much much younger. Her imagination runs wild, and she loves playing pretend, acting out different scenarios, playing doctor, fighting dragons. The world is her stage, and there are no limitations to what she can come up with when she’s bouncing around the palace grounds.

+ caring – Madeline loves animals and friends, and would never do anything to upset either of these groups. She loves playing with others, and is extremely nice when she does so. If one of her friends is feeling down, she always makes it a priority to cheer him or her up, before going about other business.

+ diplomatic – She makes a good mediator between two parties. Where one person might want one thing, and another person might want another, Madeline is very adept at coming to compromise, making both people not only satisfied, but actually happy in the process. She has high-level reasoning skills, and can practically sell anything to sound good.

- immature – Madeline is, after all, just a kid. She doesn’t quite understand the complexities of grown-up relations and topics quite yet, and finds conversation with people older than her to be a bit mundane. She much prefers the company of kids her age, and enjoys playing and doing other activities rather than merely sitting around talking.

- short-tempered – As nice as Madeline can be, she can also be easily upset. She would never say a mean word, or hurt a soul, but when she gets made she storms off, or gives the silent treatment until amends are made. 

- reckless – Madeline often doesn’t know how much is too much, where boundaries are, or what decisions could possibly get her in trouble. Wandering into the forest alone isn’t seen as something that could potentially be dangerous. Going into town and getting lost isn’t scary, because everyone seems to know her, and therefore she’s not really lost. Playing too close to the lake, even though she can’t swim, doesn’t seem too dangerous, because there’s not that big of a chance that she will fall in. She doesn’t see the consequences of risky actions, and can’t imagine any situation that is too scary to delve into.

Special Talents: Madeline has the power of magic, like Lorand and Delilah. Hers, however, is not as strong as the other two, because she has an additional power which has developed, and nobody knows how or where it came from. Madeline also has the ability to communicate with animals. Nobody really knows if she talks to them in the animal language, or if the animals can understand her english, or if they merely respond to her emotions. Somehow, though, Madeline is constantly able to ride on the backs of deer.

Who they like better: Madeline, of course, likes both of her parents just as much. She could never choose between them. Matt is her strong, smart, loving, and protective father that wraps her into his arms and lifts her high into the air. Delilah is her funny, entertaining, loving, and adventurous mother who showers her in clothes and kisses. 

Who they take after more: Like Lorand, she takes after Delilah more. Although she displays the same youthful bliss and imaginative power as Matt, her recklessness and taste for fun matches her mother’s. This might be because Matt isn’t around much to influence her, since he’s a busy man. It might also just be that she is a kid, and her personality has yet to completely manifest. Whatever the case, she enjoys spending time with her mom, and their interests seem to align.

Personal Head canon:

Madeline likes riding deer, a lot. Countless times have the palace staff seen her on the grounds on the back of a doe, and not known how to remove her safely.

Madeline loves to sing. She gets this from her grandmother, Belle, and learns bedtime songs from her, often singing them in the fields to herself privately. 

When Matt sees Maddy playing, he is always stricken with a woeful nostalgia, longing for those days where he had fewer worries, and more time to live and love life.

Face Claim: Bailee Madison