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Katharine Sóldotter

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a character in “Icarus Academy”, as played by Fabricator

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AGEXXXXXXXXXX.XEighteenXXXX
GODLY PARENTXXX SólXXXX
ORIGINXXXXXXXX.XNarvik, NorwayXXXX
HEXXXXXXXXXXX .XHEREXXXX
xxxxx NICKNAMESXX..Kari, Kat, Ina.
xxxxx GENDERXXXX.XFemale
xxxxx SEXUALITYXX.XBisexual
xxxxx ETHNICITYXXXXScandinavian


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PARENTAGE | Sól, Goddess of the Sun
HELIOKINESIS | As the daughter of the very Sun herself, Kari is able to create, shape, and manipulate sources of fire, light and heat which are usually manifested into a combination of all three to a varying degree. It’s more draining for her to create than it is for her to simply manipulate what is already present, and she finds it more taxing to do so away from natural sunlight or strong flames as well. She is able to rejuvenate her strength from the sun, and can be sustained by its rays in place of food and water however she’s rarely relied on this aspect of her physiology and finds her powers heightened under its glare but by the same token she usually avoids making use of her powers at night or in darkness where she is weaker. While it’s possible that her abilities extend further she’s done her best to avoid delving into them further as she fears where that will lead.
ENHANCED SPEED | Something that surprised Kari as she grew up was that not everyone was a fast as she was, since she could easily outstrip all of the other children, and even several of the adults. Her control is fairly decent, usually because she’d often make the most use of her abilities to avoid collision as well as travelling long distances; and a well-placed gout of flame on the corners didn’t hurt either.
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STRENGTHS | Lorem ipsum.
WEAKNESSES | Subtlety isn’t exactly something which comes easily to Kari, neither is situational awareness so she can sometimes come across as out of touch with her reactions or comments.
FEARS | Kari has struggled with a mild form of Aquaphobia from a young age, though it has been known to overtake her rationality. Her relationship with the Sun is complex and almost ironic since she keeps herself covered most of the time as she is terrified of over exposure causing her to lose control almost as much as she is of bathing in her mother’s warmth forever. Part of this fear stems from legends about Ragnarok where her mother is destined to be devoured by Sköll and for her brightest daughter to take her place in the sky above a world reborn. When her mother explained that this would likely be her eventual destiny she spent many months crying herself to sleep at the thought.

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Katharine was presumably born on Thursday the 21st of June, which in the year of her birth was the longest day of the year otherwise known as the Summer Solstice. The way her Father always told the story it had been a lengthy courtship of several years with varying success on his part, which she only later learned had actually spanned far more than the mere months she had initially believed. The story usually involved him spying a raven haired beauty somewhere in the distance, haloed by a radiant sunbeam as she watched him training or partaking in an Olympic event back before an injury had ended his promising career. And his pursuit of this woman resulting in years of momentary glimpses, brief encounters and a passionate love for her that never died out no matter how far and few between these meetings were.
He had begun to suspect there might be something not quite right as this had went on for several years till she arrived one evening in June, cradling the young baby in her arms. It was that night that she explained everything to him; who she was, why she had never stayed for long, and that while she shared much of his feeling she was too distant, both physically and emotionally to be bound to only him as her warm fell upon all of humanity and she couldn’t bear to only exist in one place.
For all that the loss of Sól had clearly wounded her father it was clear to any who saw him that the love for his daughter eclipsed any pain he might have suffered for he doted on her with everything he had. Together with his extended family he did his best to raise Katharine, his Kenna (born of fire) with as well-rounded an education in whatever took her fancy as much as what he felt she would need to survive in life. She showed a great love of various sports within their town, excelling at several as she could often outstrip her fellow boys and girls with ease. Though despite her success in many of the distance based athletics she gravitated more towards ice skating, and in spite of her size, ice hockey as she adored the precision required and was usually better at dodging that taking others on directly. She developed a love of music as well as astronomy from her father, who had taken well to both in his retirement and now made a living from them in the shadow of the Northern Lights themselves.
The first inclination of her inherited powers showed when she was maybe four or five years old, as she had spent much of the summer exploring the mountains and hillsides with her father under the glare of the sun. Her skin had been absorbing much of the warm weather as we all do, and while they were relaxing nearby an icy river her body was beginning to burn up to the point where it was not exactly painful for her at first, but the sensation was unusual and frightened her. It wasn’t long before she was radiating warmth and faint light all around her, almost as a miniature sun reflecting the light of mother from up above while the snow did little except to increase the focus. In the end her father had to dive into the shallows of the river, clutching his screaming daughter as safely as he dared in an attempt to cool her. Her fires were smothered by being drenched in the ice cold waters, though this did give her a rather valid dislike of baths or showers at anything less than scalding hot temperatures that partially developed into a form of hydrophobia as she grew.
Even though she occasionally tested her ability to absorb energy from the sunlight she decided that it was perhaps better to obscure her bare flesh from the direct rays except where she could ensure controlled exposure to maintain control of herself. This has certainly lessened as she has learned more about her abilities but she still keeps to fairly thick and concealing clothing in most instances.
Over the years while she rarely saw her mother, at least not in person as her father often described her, she always felt her by her side. Every time her skin prickled in the warmth of the sun or she blinked at a sudden change in the brightness she knew that her mother was close. It was when she had not long turned ten that her mother visited her for the first time, partially to explain her absence and attempt to reconnect with a daughter she knew intimately yet only as a watcher from afar, and to enrol her at the Icarus Academy.

So begins...

Katharine Sóldotter's Story

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Character Portrait: Astrid Bergström Character Portrait: Abel Graham Character Portrait: Montgomery Adams Character Portrait: Ophelia Le Clair Character Portrait: Jem Ellis Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Fairchild Character Portrait: Nathaniel Irving Character Portrait: Khepri Núñez Character Portrait: Negasi Beshir Character Portrait: Katharine Sóldotter Character Portrait: Sebastian Valentine
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Astrid glanced up from where she sat tortiously poking at her food as if to make it appear that she had actually ate something on her plate. For the first time in a few months the Mess Hall seemed happy - normal. There were smiles upon the faces of the other students and it seemed as if they too were cherishing their last moments at the Academy. How morbid. It had been a few days since Headmistress Galarius announced that one of their sister academies in the states had been attacked, it was the sixth one this month. One by one safe havens for demigods were slowly being picked from the Earth like ripe fruit from a tree. It was only a matter of time before Icarus joined the list. If the academies and camps being attacked were not worse enough, the line to the Gods had seemingly been shut off. Astrid hadn’t heard from her father since early March, and she’d be lying if she told herself it had not been slowly eating away at her. Just in the past few years her relationship with Thor had slowly begun to grow, and their chats soon became something of a weekly ordeal to Astrid’s enjoyment. She was grateful for her father’s interest as some Gods weren’t so interested in the lives of their children. It was then when Astrid approached Headmistress demanding they do something - it was a very Astrid thing to do. At that point, doing anything other than be sitting ducks would be beneficial in her mind. Of course it took some convincing, Galarius wasn’t just going to send her students to certain death. Thankfully, Astrid was able to ask around and recruit some of her fellow senior classmates with the help of Headmistress - a few choice ones she would’ve left out if it was her choice but Galarius insisted. And so here they were. There last night at Icarus for possibly, forever. Headmistress had taken the chosen few aside, she had arranged for a pilot to take them to Trondheim, Norway in the morning. In which the gateway to Asgard resided. She believed it best if they tried seeking out the Norse realm first as they seemed the most attached to their children. Not to mention it was the closest gate to the world of the Gods from the academy. The idea of a “rescue mission” seemed to give hope to the students left at the Academy and the group had been treated like heroes for the past week after Headmistress announced their mission at the weekly assembly. More than anything Astrid felt as if she was being pampered for her forthcoming death. So forgive her for not exactly being thrilled at their “going away” dinner. “You alright?” She glanced up to the soft voice from across the table. Abel. Perhaps the smartest boy she knew. Astrid suddenly felt a small wave of relief as she realized he was going with, they were going to need that brain of his. “Yeah, just not a big fan of… pork She said with an awkward smile in an attempt to not spill the nervous thoughts that racked her brain. A small wave of confusion wiped over Abel’s face before a small smile settled on it. As if he sensed that she didn’t really want to talk about it. Then again, who knows maybe he was just as terrified as she was.

Abel was. Terrified to say the absolute least. When Galarius approached him with the task he turned her down flat. There were better places for him to be than saving the world, the library for one. He was sure not meant to be on an elite force of demigods that was for sure. Abel couldn’t hold a sword like he could hold a pen and parchment. However, it was something that Galarius said that stuck with him for the next few days. Eating away at his conscious. “Graham, there's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be”. Damnit. He wasn’t a warrior, he was a scholar. But. What if they had hieroglyphs they couldn’t read? A monster they didn’t know how to kill? Some live-saving mathematical equation? Which they probably wouldn’t but still. He could solve it. So here he was, sitting at the table surrounded by warriors, a qualified team that he definitely didn’t belong to. Thankfully, Headmistress took the stand and distracted him from his thoughts as he focused in as the noise in the mess hall died down. “Students, as you know tonight we say goodbye and goodluck to our best students and our bravest heroes. May you be victorious in your journey and find that you cannot complete these tasks alone, that you will need to share each others strengths to succeed. Καλὴ τύχη!” The students raised their glass repeating back the greek phrase for good luck, Καλὴ τύχη. It was then that the windows in the mess hall simultaneously exploded and all hell broke loose.

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The skyline was a wonderful mixture of colours as the setting sun started its final decent beyond the horizon. Kari often came up towards the higher point of the camp where the cliffs edge provided one of the better views at both sunset and sunrise, where she could at least watch her mother leading the great sun across the sky and beyond it. This evening as always, she sits cross-legged on a cluster of rocks, relaxed in a moment of contemplation in an attempt to feel closer with her mother. But today the ritual gives her no comfort, for her mother is silent. As silent as the cold moon since the attacks began, and her light no longer brings the warmth it once did, which is both a blessing and a curse. Tomorrow the oldest, and perhaps most foolish of the gods children depart in search of their wayward parents. To find answers to the perils that assail their peers elsewhere in the world, a task that fills Kari with dread for there is a bitter chill in the air though she doubts that snow is due quite yet for the time of year. Still it sparks within her memory a warning that the end begins with death and blood for the gods, and the ash of that first murder shall cover the world in a blanket of snow to herald its coming.

She sighed and half chuckled, half chided herself for giving into such stories as she’s done almost every year in the autumn for fear that this time the snow brings with it the end times. And in turn she is always filled with relief; and indeed as it always does the world continues to turn unabated and unchanged. Pushing herself to her feet she pulls her fur lined coat close about her, not so much to ward away the cold but to help cool her skin in shadow as she already feels it starting to warm in the presence of light. The ripple of goosebumps across her arms caused her to shiver for a moment as she turns from the beauty of the sky, whose shade is now boiling away from a bright orange into a pale purple. She glances down towards the central mess hall where light is spilling out into the darkening avenues of the camp, and began the climb down from her secluded perch. Her tongue stuck out slightly as she licked her lips in anticipation she gently snapped her fingers together to create a spark of light which danced across her hand to illuminate the path.

The clouds above were starting to fade to darkness as Kari made her descent while the mixed sounds of her peers was becoming more audible with each passing moment, though for a moment she thought she’d caught a glimpse of other shadows in the sky. Winged shapes, perhaps that darted at the corner of her vision. There was a faint melody just beyond hearing that felt strange to her, almost causing her to pause mid-step before she felt her feet begin to meander away from the well-lit hall and down one of the darker side-streets. She could feel a faint panic beginning to build in the depths of her chest as she realised she wasn’t controlling her feet anymore; her arm having fallen limply by her side as its light was snuffed out. The music to which she was now following was becoming louder yet, somewhere behind her the raised voices of the other Demigods sounded out clear in the night. “Καλὴ τύχη”

Rounding a corner she saw further into the darkness up ahead a monster that seemed a grotesque mockery of a human female that reared up on its birdlike legs with feathered wings. The faintly lyrical music that poured forth from its dripping lips felt ill at odds with the monster singing its siren call. The creature beckoned towards Kari with its clawed hands, reaching towards her tender flesh as its mouth curved into a vicious smile of triumph. The fight that had been bouncing around inside her mind as she walked unbidden towards this beast had finally reached a crescendo as instead of moving close she staggered backwards, her eyes wide as she gasped in horror. The vile temptress’ smile suddenly twisted into a snarl as she lunged towards the stunned teenager, having realised her song was no longer effective. Inhaling sharply as she turned towards the wall of the nearest building she narrowly dodged being eviscerated by the creature though she both heard and felt the rip of fabric across her coat as it tugged her backwards before the threads snapped. Breathing out slowly, she focused on calming herself as her skin began to glow in the darkness and her fingers warmed to the touch. Time seemed to slow for her as she lifted her hands towards the Harpy as it twisted in the air to come back towards its prey. Her hands were stretched out as the flames grew between them before surging forwards, leaving only a soot outline on the opposite wall where the creature had hovered. As soon as the flames vanished it felt like time rushing back into the moment, her breath came in sharp, sudden gasps as adrenaline kicked into overdrive and mixed her panic into a frenzy. Gulping down lung-fulls of air she began muttering to herself, a mixture of mantras and quotes that bubbled up in her mind in an attempt to regain some composure. Even though she was still shaking and feeling quite on the edge of panic she pulled herself into the air, feeling the cool breeze against her face as she rose upwards on the current.

As she soared through the air she had half closed her eyes as she savoured the exhilaration of flying, and it wasn’t until she collided with a screeching harpy that she remembered what an utterly terrible idea that had been. Balling her fists tightly she extruded waves of intense heat in waves away from her body as the pair of them tumbled through one of the now shattered windows into the main hall. In her moment of panic she had heavily over compensated and her momentum had greatly increased so by then she was a rapidly advancing fireball in whose orbit her initial target had already melted. Her arms and legs were scrabbling for purchase in the middle of air which was already boiling away, not that it would have afforded much resistance to her descent until she could propel herself in another direction. As her fireball cannoned across the room she caught a brief moment of Jeremiah’s shocked expression before sailing straight past the harpy that had been charging towards him, and completely missing it; though the searing heat may have taken along a little of Jem’s now signed facial hair and eyebrows.. Thankfully this had already been dealt with by Gwendolyn and was now frozen otherwise it would have been even more ironic given the destructive potential of her entrance. Her momentum was finally slowed as she crashed into the corner of the room in a tangled heap of furniture and the remains of between two and three harpies which despite having been burned to a crisp, smelled like the bog of eternal stench made manifest and then char-grilled.

Kari was overall feeling fairly dazed and a little unsteady on her feet as she climbed upright, doing her best to put out the fires which were even now spreading out from her impact. Gingerly as she was feeling somewhat brused if thankfully not singed or burned she began by wrapping herself again with her coat as she edged towards where Astrid and the others appeared to be holding their own. And while she’d managed to fend off a few herself the strain was already taking its toll, especially with the sun having now completely set.

”Where did these vile creatures come from? And who sent them?” While her query was partially rhetorical as well as a general one if any of them could answer it she did glance at those of Greek or Roman parentage in hopes that they might know more. ”At least these one’s aren’t singing…” She shuddered at the thought of having fallen under the sway of these things, if even only for a moment.