Description

Personality

Edda is an extraordinarily nervous but sweet natured person, she's usually very quiet and reserved- fearing rejection or confrontation she tends to just hover around the edges of conversation waiting for lulls before she makes innocuous, harmless little comments. She likes to watching people more than speaking with them; not because she dislike conversation (she in fact loves it when people talk to her) but because she doesn't really know how to respond and so becomes flustered and antsy. She loves to listen to others and if you can get her to relax she can be rather wise and a good person to go to for advice. Patience is one of Edda's greatest virtues, she can wait and wait and wait and wait: She's been practicing waiting for a long, long time.

Equipment

Her only real consistant equipment are her cloak and her broach (a slightly tarnished circular pin broach engraved with the image of a wren perched on the branch of a blooming apple tree).
If she is forced to fight she usually uses any surrounding debris (often hanging around dilapidated manors or old libraries) but most of the time she chooses to run away from any sort of conflict.

History

Edda was born sickly: her skin was always pale and somewhat jaundiced, eyes heavy and hollowed, manner lackluster and slow. In this day and age medics would have realized that her symptoms point to a weak heart or anemia, unfortunately she was born sometime around the 1500's.
Her childhood was however rather fortunate; being the 2nd eldest child of a successful family almost every need she had was seen to, all except her need for companionship. Her peers would always want to play outside but just the thought of all that running and shoving and rough-housing made her shudder, when she did join in she tended to get left behind (Being the slowest, frailest member of almost every group) or injured.

Other than a pervasive loneliness her life went along relatively well until her 19th year; in which she was paired off with a local gentleman and married, the marriage itself was wonderful (in fact it was one of the most wonderful days of her life), the only problem being it lasted only one day. After the beautiful service and the small party held in the couples honor she was led off into a coach headed for her groom's mansion, the ride was peaceful and quiet and Edda took this small reverie to reflect on the days ahead; she looked forward to a new life, new people, a loving husband and of course her future children. Finally, someone whose attention she could captivate, someone she could speak to without fear of rejection or reproach, someone who was expected to enjoy spending time with her as much as she would enjoy spending time with them. Her new groom sat across the way thinking of much the same thing when a mischievous thought flitted across his mind: He had always been known as a notorious trouble maker and loved to play pranks on everyone, knowing of Edda's patience he thought her a perfect target for one of his little jokes.

The coach soon rumbled to a stop outside a small inn where the horses could get water and where they could all rest and have some luncheon, as they dismounted Edda noticed a chill in the air and so stopped to put on her favorite cloak, her groom on the other hand took his chance and tip-toed behind her. Suddenly grabbing her by the arm and waist from behind he began to spin and twirl around with his shocked new wife in a bizarre version of the waltz they had performed at their party just hours before, Edda jumped and squealed - but after realizing who was grabbing her and what he was actually trying to do she relaxed somewhat and even began to play along. The dance carried on off of the path toward the inn and onto the marshy fields surrounding, all was going well until Edda stumbled and felt the wet ground give beneath her feet; she panicked as she realized she was sinking into the sodden ground. Her groom quickly went off to fetch a stick to help her out of the sinkhole, he was not overtly worried, she might be wet and muddy and rather miffed at the end of it, but no real harm would come to her. The problem being that poor Edda did not see things that way, frightened out of her wits she assumed her groom had gone off and left her sinking in the mud, she thrashed about and kicked and the wet soil beneath her feet accidently losing her shoes in the process. She began to fall further into the swampy earth, she started to scream, and then she started to hyperventilate, and then... and then... and then...

Nothing.

Just black and cold and so very, very alone.

Her groom came back mere minutes later to find his new bride slumped waist deep in mud, stricken and dying. The nervous bride had not fallen into the pits, nor succumbed to any kind of monster lurking under the ground.
Her weak, frail, lonely little heart had beat too fast, too frenzied and then all of a sudden.

It stopped.

From then on she remembered only flashes of the place she was sent next, she remembered white, and imposing buildings, flashes of awesome creatures whose judgement reigned down upon her.

Now she wanders, lonely as the proverbial cloud, afraid of everything and mourning, not for her life, not for the life she could have built, rather for the companionship she so desperately dreamed of. Companionship that never came.