Birthdate/Age: Winter Solstice, 789 C.E. / 1274 (give or take)
Birthplace: Norway
Biography: Eldrid Thorgerd, was born on the Winter Solstice in the year 789 C.E. in Norway. Third born child to, Geirolf and Arna, she would be their only girl. Coming in with a storm, screaming her little lungs out, and kicking her father in the jaw with her tiny foot, they decided to call her Eldrid, meaning fiery spirit. Her older brothers Gunnbjorn and Gunnolf would wrestle roughly with her from the moment she could crawl, almost killing her on several occasions, not that it was intentional. Despite popular belief, Vikings, as they were commonly referred to.. were strongly family oriented, believing their strength came from their heritage and the blood of their ancestors. And the entire clan was pretty close knit. Fierce sea-raiders, who fared much better on water than land; they only attacked seaports and rarely ventured inland. It was not uncommon for the youngest of the Thorgerd clan to accompany on raids, usually helping as a healer; but it was apparent by the time she was twelve, she wanted to participate. Giving in to her callous nature, Geirolf gained another "son." This would continue until her early twenties, too wild for any man to handle, she was on the path to being a warrior woman of legend.. when they would decide to terrorize the Emerald Isle. Arriving in the midst of a thick fog, they stole towards the small village with the intent to pillage whatever they could find of value. Unfortunately the town had already been attacked and ravaged, by a pack of werewolves. No match for the beasts from hell, she watched as her kinsmen, father and brothers, fell one by one. However, when it came to be her turn.. her untamed beauty sparked something in the hellhounds. She would be changed, and considered their newest treasure. Alas, they mistaken her to be a forgetful wretch, and several years later, once she learned all she could from them.. she would slaughter the lot for their sins against her. Witnessing the loss of her people was enough to drive her to revenge and insanity. Seeking to return to her mother, she would come to find nothing but a gravestone, her mother having lost the will to live when they failed to return home. Outraged, to have lost everything she cared for.. she would leave her beloved Norway. Traveling all over Europe, she at first was somewhat of a recluse, content to pick off the sick and old; but as she continued to live.. and the years passed, she desired better kills and knowledge of what was happening in the world. It was then, she first developed her trademark of killing families. Pretending to be a poor, misguided traveler, she would enter homes and eat dinner with the family, suck them of all the information they possessed before sucking the marrow from their bones. A true example of a wolf in sheep's clothing. Eventually when news of a new world had been discovered, and there was a great rush to claim the free land, she would cross the great stretch of ocean and come to America. Disappearing into the cultural melting pot, she finally found a huge romping ground worth sticking around in. (cont.)
Personality: A savage who hacked her gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. The ravenous beast, who finds pleasure in bathing in the blood of her victims. The truest form of primal savagery. Neveah is an immortal nomad. Centuries cannot alter habit, and like her people of long ago; she never truly settles anywhere, for her needs, wants, and resources change like the seasons. Those who have had the displeasure to come in contact with her would sum her up in one word: uncivilized. Yet, you cannot help but be fascinated by her strength, stamina, force of will, charisma, versatility, easy adaptation to change, and never-ending pursuit of fun. Granted, she has a twisted idea of what, fun, is. Calculative, brash, intelligent and irrational.. she is the living nightmare that you still visit your psychiatrist over, if you survive the encounter. If she wasn't a heartless murderer, she would be great for parties or social events. Vile and immoral, there is no level she will not stoop to, to achieve her ends. She is also extremely vain, fully aware of her breath-taking beauty; it can be said she has a bit of an ego, believing to be the most remarkable of creatures in the universe. Neveah embraces her lycan nature, to the point of being considered grotesque. Not only does she enjoy killing and feasting from her victims, but frightening the piss out of them in the process.
Appearance: A true Norwegian beauty, that has stood unchanging against the sands of time. Natural white blonde hair, now a brilliant shade of red, a reflection of the blood spilt over the years in an attempt to fulfill her insatiable hunger. Grayish blue eyes, varying in their hue from silver to deep blue, depending on her mood, are still vibrant and captivating. Fair in complexion, and athletic in build, it seems to be an eerie contrast. A mark of five points outlining a star can be found on the palm of the left hand in humanoid form, this is referred to as the 'mark of the beast.' Favoring the new styles, where anything that sparkles, shimmers, or bares skin is considered the fashion. A bit of a glamour puss, she will spice things up with horrid contrasts of colors, fishnets, and silver. -- In werewolf form, it's not surprising she's on the large size of things. Definitely not one of the biggest, but above average, enough to be intimidating. Powerfully built, she's a fleshly machine that is ideal for hunting purposes, a real powerhouse. On hind legs, she would stand about eight feet, and weigh anywhere between three hundred pounds to three seventy-five. Her coat is dirty white, almost gray, bit on the mangy way of things.
Strengths: As an old werewolf, her transformations are not governed by the lunar phases, but shift to her will. In human form, her werewolf powers are diminished compared to that of beast. However, being so terribly old, her powers have increased in human form. Senses surpassing to an supernatural level. Werewolves are incredible hunters, fueled by a natural killing instinct. They're strength, speed and agility is nearly unmatched by any other hunting creature known to man. Most of their attacks come from their jaws, which has an incredible force behind their bite and their claws. Not only does their physical abilities increase in beast form, but their senses as well. Wolves are capable of seeing with an infrared eye, making it possible see clearly in the dark. Their sense of smell allows them to track a target for several miles away, and what their nose misses their hearing can pick up. Werewolves have a supernatural ability to heal their wounds, making it nearly impossible to kill them.
Weaknesses: The most known ways to kill a wolf is to remove their head or destroy their heart. However, since their hide is as tough as leather, and wounds heal at an incredible rate, it takes a very sharp object traveling with great force to succeed in actually killing the beast. Rumors also have it that they're allergic to silver, which is partially true. It takes more then one silver bullet to kill a werewolf, it'd take several rounds to actually have enough silver in the bloodstream to overwhelm the werewolf's body functions and clog the passage of oxygen to their brain. Lack of oxygen is also another way to kill a werewolf, unlike vampires, they do need air to continue functioning.
Quote: I get this ache.. And I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces.