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SPECIES | Valkyri
AGE | Twenty-Three
SEX | Female
HEIGHT | 5’9”
WEIGHT | 150lbs
EYES | Ice Blue
HAIR | Black
SKIN | Alabaster
FORCE SENSITIVE | Negative


+ | Brawler | +
Being a roamer, Fylla has travelled to many a bar and inn on her search for lucrative hunting work. As a result she's bumped into many a drunken patron looking for a scrap. Surprisingly, her methods are unique and rather unconventional for a Mandalorian with a Valkyrian upbringing. Fylla knows how to both give and take a beating in the midst of cluttered spaces and has learned how to incorporate her environment into her fighting. If you are ever unlucky enough to find yourself in a hand to hand combat situation with Fylla, be warned that it is never just that.+ | Hunter, Tracker, Killer | +
During Fylla's childhood, her Father had been responsible for producing all the leather for clothing, shoes and weaponry in their tribe. Thus, her family have an affinity toward hunting beyond the usual for a Valkyri. Particularly during the snowy winter seasons when most fauna are already hidden away. Fylla has been taught how to track, trap and kill all kinds of animals. Over the years she's turned the basic instinct to hunt for survival into a lifestyle. When she was welcomed into clan Munin, she began to set her sights on bigger prey. Humans are now just as easy for her to track as animals were back home and where technology sometimes fails in the delicate task of the hunt, Fylla is often there to pick it up.
- / + | Left Handed | + \ -
Fylla was born left handed. Most people wouldn't find this to be much of a problem but having been raised in Midvinter, where all the weapons were hand crafted by people who were more often than not right handed, it has proved quite a tricky hurdle for Fylla to overcome. Over the years, and with hands blessed in the art of crafting, Fylla has learnt to make or modify all the weapons she uses in battle. While her preferred choice of hand does leave her with the extra task of figuring out how to use right handed weapons, it has also come with the ability to think quickly on her feet. Granted the weapon doesn't always end up being used in the traditional way, but at least she can get the job done quickly.
- / + | A Hibernation of Sorts | + \ -
Before her departure from Midvinter, Fylla belonged to a tribe of Valkyri who prided themselves on surviving in the harshest winters with minimal supplies. Accomplished through a specially honed meditation technique in which they call upon the blessings of the Goddess of the Hunt, Éar, Fylla is able to send herself into a deep hibernation. This process slows down her metabolism and dulls her body to the effects harsher climates allowing her to survive a month or two without feeding or eating. Perfected over thousands of years, this technique is useful if Fylla is stuck in a situation where she is gravely injured and needs rest, or lacks adequate supplies to stay alive.
- / + | Fear the Wrath of the Calm Woman | + \ -
Fylla is a peaceful woman. She does her job, but it generally takes a lot to upset or anger her and she rarely ever gets into pointless fights unless someone has gone too far. She tends to get along well with mostly everyone as most of her kind do, and the rage is incredibly slow to build. However. That does not mean it does not exist. It starts of small in the pit of her stomach and steadily grows till the pressure is so high it explodes like a bottle of champagne that's been aggressively shaken. Once someone has gotten under her skin she shows no mercy.
- / + | Cold Blooded | + \ -
Fylla's Valkyri descent means she does not thrive outside of colder atmospheres. Generally, not only does she personally hate the warmer weather, Fylla struggles to keep herself cool in any temperatures above ten degrees Celsius. Her heritage means she has a tenancy to get heatstroke really easily and quickly from temperatures ranging above twenty degrees Celsius. Anything above zero degrees Celsius takes Fylla a while to adjust to. However, this does mean that Fylla is naturally comfortable in colder temperatures. She has the ability to resist the cold and prosper in temperatures where others might freeze.- / + | Blood Lust and Battle Scars | + \ -
Valkyris firmly believe that the right way to die is with a sword in your hand and the sounds of a battle in their ears. Fylla has a natural tendency to lose herself on the battlefield. The old ways of her people spur her on to be a frenzied warrior on any battlefield, so frenzied, some think she has a death wish when she fights. With the path she is walking in Mandalorian culture, this trait has been nurtured and carefully honed to be incredibly useful for Fylla on the battlefield. Despite the suicidal tenancies that come with this heightened state of battlefield hysteria, it has come in handy when facing foes Fylla would struggle to defeat in any normal circumstances.
- | Haemophiliac | -
Fylla has a rare genetic disorder, though she believes it's a curse, in which her blood doesn't clot properly. It was manageable on Midvinter when it was cold enough for liquids to freeze the second they came into contact with the icy winter air, but not for anywhere else. Even a small paper cut can bleed for hours. If the wound is more serious, and medical attention is not provided immediately, there's an extremely high chance that Fylla could bleed to death. - | Technologically Impaired | -
Coming from a world whose reach does not extend further than even the most primitive of technology, Fylla is struggling to keep up with the speed of the modern Galaxy. She's never quite gotten the hang of anything bigger than a blaster, and she certainly lacks the impressive skills her adopted culture boast in jet pack flight. She's trying her hardest to learn, and she's more than eager to dive into lessons on the subject, but as her vod have quickly learned... Fylla and technology just don't seem to click.

Big big WIP.