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Fenrik Gunndís Ehrensvärd

A strong woman with a deceptively young face, she's seen much battle in her days and it shows in her every movement.

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a character in “The Balance of Life”, as played by TheRose202

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Full name: Gunndís Ehrensvärd
Alias/Nicknames: Fenrik of the Northlands, Ironfoot, Gunndís the Grey, She-bear (sometimes used insultingly)
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Human
Age: 37

APPEARANCE
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190
Build: long, lean, toned muscles. She's deceptively strong and just about as fast as you'd expect, and she can wear heavy armour with ease.
Eye Color: silver-grey
Hair Color: silver-grey
Skin Shade/Color: pale white
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Her face is painted to show claw-like marks of grey-green before battle. She has a small, shallow scar right above her left eyebrow where it looks like she's been nicked by a sword point. She has a deeper scar right below her ribs and to the right, where it seems as if she were impaled by a leaf-bladed spear.

ANY OTHER INFORMATION:
Gunndís was born into her position; she didn't enter the military by choice. In general, she has a kinder heart than most of her companions, although years of training under the warrior mentality has made her a fierce opponent when roused. She's been a warrior since birth, as well, and though her young, girlish face may portray an image of innocence at first, those who underestimate her quickly regret it. She is not skilled in the Black Arts, and on the rare occasion that she does use them, she does it very reluctantly. She more than makes up for it in martial skill, however, from swords to axes to horse riding and archery. She is truly skilled.

Not many people notice Fenrik Ehrensvärd unless she commands them or is facing them in battle, as she is very quiet for the most part and speaks only when in command or when spoken to, and she rarely smiles. It is a very unusual occasion that she speaks out against orders, or in a social setting, or anything else really. The only person she ever talks to at length is her Rittmester Edvard, who she has gained a considerable amount of trust and respect for. She does not tolerate insubordination among her troops, however, and she has been known to make those who rape women in the villages and towns they raid eunuchs by day's end. Her command is a feared one, and rightly so, although it has been a difficult road gaining respect as a female commander, and some still question her authority because of it, especially those from outside of the Northlands. Those who would dare confront her directly, however, rarely walk away fully intact.

So begins...

Fenrik Gunndís Ehrensvärd's Story

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Character Portrait: Ardal BainBridge Character Portrait: Fenrik Gunndís Ehrensvärd

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Just as the coins are stored away, Fenrik Ehrensvärd, the young woman who's earned the disparaging title of She-Bear among some, enters the room. Unfortunately for them, she is assigned to be the overseer as long as she's stationed at the Bastion. "Stop milling about and get to work!" she commands with a grimace, "Lord Von Haren is holding a feast in the King of the Night's honour tonight and I expect the best from all of you. Understood?" The servants all bob their heads obediently, although a few in the back share looks. A woman in command was quite rare in these times, at least among the humans, so even the servants disrespected her behind her back. Just as she nods firmly and is about to turn to leave, she notices the vampire standing in a dark corner of the servant's quarters and narrows her eyes. She notices the face as she studies him a little closer. She's never trusted this one. He was always curious. Too curious for her tastes.

"What're you doing here, Guardian?" she asks suspiciously, eyeing the man with her cold grey stare. "Last I heard we didn't have any vampiric servants."

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Character Portrait: Ardal BainBridge Character Portrait: Fenrik Gunndís Ehrensvärd

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Ardal's smile didn't fade when the servant's were dismissed.

Nor did he flinch when he was addressed by the overseer. She was a giant bear of a woman that rivaled him in size. She had the walk of a warrior, And her tone was hard and cold. "Alas, I'm not a servant, but I like the atmosphere here..." He shrugged, unphased by her measuring glare. "It's perfect for reading." Dragging his fingers over the cover of the historical tome on the table, he held it up for her to see. He didn't elaborate any further, for fear of sounding defensive. This wasn't an average woman, or an average vampire. He had to tread carefully around her. His posture was perfectly relaxed, and his smile was lazy as he spoke again. "And being here, allowed me to meet the infamous Ehrensvard." He drawled, inclining his head respectfully at her. "Just as this castle has no vampire servants, I thought the army had no female commanders..."

Turning the conversation around, so it was focused on her, he smirked a little. "You peaked my curiosity...." He was making it seem like she was the sole reason for him being in the servant's quarters. It was borderline flirting, but Ardal couldn't help himself. She looked like the type of woman that detested being teased. And had no time for anything outside of her duties. Those are the people he enjoys bothering the most. Because he found it rather amusing when he got under their skin. (and it would distract her from interrogating him) "But seeing as your so tense I won't dawdle here. I imagine you have things to do." He sighed morosely, and slipped the tome under his arm, carrying it towards the exit.

He had things to do too.

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(Ugh, wrong place again. Sorry.)

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Fenrik Erhensvärd simply grunts at the teasing, though she catches his arm as he leaves, looking into his eyes with the same dangerous stare. "You would do well to remember whose domain you currently dwell in, blood-sucker." She says, curtly. She leaves it at that as she releases his arm. The grip would've caused bruising had the man had any blood left.

(Sorry, I couldn't think of anything to say >.<)

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Edvard marched into the room searching for the Fenrik. He caught the end of her statement, mostly clinging to the words, Blood Sucker. "Indeed, you will do as the lady says." Though he had no intention of undermining his second in command, he always referred to her as a lady, even though she had many times expressed her dislike of doing such. "Now do as you're told, and remove yourself from the room." Edvard's tone was not one of question, and he wasn't too pleased having walked into what had seemed to be a friendly type of conversation. He'd rather it end. "Immediately." He added. He moved to stand in front of Fenrik, putting himself between the vampire of his vision of the woman. He had heart myth of the hypnotic methods to which they lure women, and he was in no hurry to have to train someone to take her place.

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Character Portrait: Ardal BainBridge Character Portrait: Captain Edvard Character Portrait: Fenrik Gunndís Ehrensvärd

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Ardal snorted at the warning, shaking his head at the human warrior. "And you would do well to remember this isn't the battlefield, and I am not your enemy." His tone was silky, as she released him, belying how little he cared for her threats. When yet another human arrived demanding he leave, a morose sigh left his lips. "What exactly does it look like I'm doing?...." Eyeing the man, who had slid defensively in front of the tall swordswoman, his lips pursed in distaste. "There's no need for all of that. If I wanted to do something to her, I would have done it long before you got here. " He muttered, rolling his eyes as he left the servant's quarters. He didn't like being touched. He also didn't like being reminded he was a guest, in this illustrious settlement. Unbidden, her words circled around in his thoughts like a carousel. "You would do well to remember whose domain you currently dwell in, blood-sucker." Who could forget who the head of the castle was? The bloody place was titled Castle Von Haren. Slipping his tome into the sash, his armor clinked dismally in the silence as he trudged down the hallway.

He considered humans dispensable, and it took an iron will not to go back and put the two warriors in their place.

Moving quickly through the hallways, he navigated his way to the edge of the keep, and where his room was. In one of the many halls, he had his own special area where could be alone. Ardal needed his solitude away from the servants, and the Dread Knights, and the other vampiric residents. Ducking quietly into his room, he shut the door behind him, and began digging through his things to find a parchment and paper.

He had a running correspondence with Armelle Betrys. His one contact in the Synagogue of Solitude.

They shared the same mentor, and had been exchanging letters since his death.

He was trying very hard to gain her trust because he really wanted her on his side in the coming days.

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Erhensvärd watches the vampire go, and then turns her cold stare upon her Captain. "Thank you for your assistance, sir, but it was entirely unneeded. And I'm not a little girl, so I don't need you stepping in front of me in every confrontation. And I am not a bleeding blue-blooded Lady, either. I am a warrior of the Northlands." she says, her tone biting. She grimaces deeper and removes the hand she had been gripping her longsword with before stalking back out of the servant's quarters without another word.

(I'm having trouble coming up with responses to this situation >.>)

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Character Portrait: Captain Edvard Character Portrait: Fenrik Gunndís Ehrensvärd

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Edvard was left standing, quite disappointed. Not only had he unintentionally offended Erhensvärd, but had been spoken down to by the Dark one. The captain shook his head, and sighed. The changes within Castle Von Haren had taken a toll on Edvard's nerves. Of course, he knew Ulfang had always had relations with the Dark Lords, but never had he himself ever encountered one on friendly terms. Ardal's presence had bothered Edvard since the very beginning.

Edvard crossed the room, and stood looking down out of the window. Ulfang was holding a feast, this evening, in honor of The King of Night, Adrastos. Although his own master trusted these beings, Edvard found it very hard to do. He felt a tilt in their 'balance keeping, as Ulfang had once explained their duties to the man. No longer were they just in cause, but they were becoming more bold and careless. As Ulfang's Captain of the Dread Knight, but also companion, he couldn't resist the urge of feeling as if the Dark Lords that they had put so much effort into aiding, were going to somehow snatch everything out from beneath Ulfang's feet. No longer needing an alliance with humans, Edvard feared for their own existence. After all, he had grown up hearing legends of their retaliation from their Queen Mother. Why was Ulfang so confident in that they'd remain loyal to him?

Edvard shook his head, and let out a deep breath. 'No sense in worrying about it now, 'Vard. You're already too deeply involved to turn back. If Ulfang caught wind of your feelings, he'd demote you in no time. Let's not even go into detail of what that would involve.' Convincing himself to trust Ulfang's methods, he shoved off from the wall and turned to leave the servant's quarters. He should try to find Erhensvärd and apologize for interfering. It had been bad form, regardless of how necessary Edvard thought it was.

Intently, he stalked the hall in the direction of which she had left.