Description
Rights and credits for this image go to the respected owner.Full Name: Hilja Borghild
Nicknames: Hil
Prefered Names: Hilja
Aliases: None
Titles/Honorifics: The Dragon-Born, The Guard, The Warrior
Gender: Female
Main Species: Dragon-Born
Sub Species: Humanoid
Apparent Age: 123
Actual Age: 569
Birth Date: August 31st
Birth Place: Tuulikki Falls
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Sexual Orientation/Preferance: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Currently
mated to
Garsith Anahak due to him showing just how much of a man he could be and getting a bit forceful. Due to his actions, Hilja might be impregnated with his child, which was how he intended it to be because he wanted to show his love to her. And what is a better way to show your love than having a child?
Skin Color/Shade: Storm blue with white flecks here and there. The flecks are on odd trait that only a rare sum of the Borghild family possess.
Markings/Scars: None
Tattoos/Piercings: None
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 330 lbs
Physical Condition: Healthy
Body Build: Slender/Athletic
Disabilities: She becomes angry and annoyed pretty easily, and she tends to get sick easily when in the rain.
Psycological Condition: Stable
Handedness: Ambidextrous
Eye Color: Golden/Dull amber
Eye Wear: None
Hair Color: Storm blue
Hair Style/Length: A little past shoulder length, tendril like, usually worn back in assorted braids and etc.
Hair Wear: Assorted ties and etc.
Education: First through twelfth grade basic knowledge, herbalism, hunting/tracking, survival, multiple forms of arm to arm combat, swordsmanship, and dragon-born culture.
Languages: English, Dragon-Born, Ent, and Lizard-Man.
Voice Wave: -
Main Occupation: A part time guard of Wing City.
Side Occupation: Warrior, Fighter, Huntress
Current Residance: Within a shack/cabin just outside of Wing City, nearest to The Forest Border.
Previous Residance: Within her tribe's territory at Tuulikki Falls.
Current Affiliations: The Wing City guard.
Former Affiliations: None
Family/Relatives: Her father, her uncle, her older brothers (2), her younger sister, and her grandmother on her mother's side.
Religion(s)/Beliefs: Bahmaut and Tiamat
Using low, moderately low, average, moderately high, and high
Intelligence: Moderately high
Spiritual: Average
Magic Resistance: Average
Stamina: Moderately high
Energy: Moderately high
Endurance: Average
Speed: High
Strength: High
Combat: Moderately high
Technique: Average
Personality
Personality and Other Characteristics
Overall Personality: Bold, proud, instinctive, mild mannered, respectful in some cases, open minded, stubborn, somewhat shy, supposedly rude and pretty vulgar, and a bit of a perfectionist.
Public Behavior: Mild mannered, respectful, open minded, a bit rude and vulgar, stubborn, sometimes a bit over confident, and a bit of a perfectionist.
Behavior with Friends: Open minded, stubborn, mild mannered, playful, crude, defensive, and pretty secretive.
Behavior with Family: Submissive, respectful, a bit shy, instinctive, and mild mannered.
Behavior with Lovers: Ask Garsith, he should know.
Behavior with Enemies: Very defensive, argumentative, rude, crude, and vulgar.
Likes: Desolate rural areas, peaceful landscapes, animals, a nice pint of ale, sleeping in, eating, and dueling/sparring.
Hobbies: Sleeping in, eating a lot, drinking, being a bit of a tease and mischief maker, and dueling/sparring.
Interests: Elven culture, the future, revisiting her homeland, sea travel, and gods.
Dislikes: Sexism, over dominant or over submissive males, being controlling, getting lost, being late and coming home late from work, and being made fun of/spoken about.
Goals/Ambitions: To become someone as great as her father, to fight in a war or large battle, to travel the sea, and to learn how to ride a horse.
Life's Ambition: Unknown.
Superstitions: Demons, fairies, gods, spirits, and bad luck for seven years if you break a mirror.
Fears: Her family sometimes, getting lost, thunder storms, overly large insects, and getting creeped out after viewing something scary, or having something coincidental happening after it.
Biggest Fear: Possibly thunderstorms or dying a terrible/painful death.
Morals: To never harm the innocent, to always respect elders, to protect the weak, and to die for what you believe in.
Prized Possession (Emotional/Personal Value): Her sword.
Prized Possession (Material Value): Her home, and her clothing.
Most Outspoken About: Her stature, her breed, her odd flesh coloring, and her relationship with the Anahak family.
Least Outspoken About: Her profession, her back story, where she came from, and her family.
Positive Characteristics: She's brave and noble, she's a good fighter, she's resourceful in her own ways, and she doesn't know when to give up sometimes.
Negative Characteristics: She's stubborn, her manners are pretty bad, and she seems to act like a child.
Aptitudes: She has superior strength, speed, and combat skills. She's one of the few females who are good for breeding and are in season just a little bit longer than regular females.
Equipment
Equipment and Personal Belongings
Main/Usual Outfit: See image.
Secondary Outfit: Unknown
Armor: See image
Jewelry: None
Accessories: A runed shield.
Primary Weapon: A sword named
Tapio, as seen in the image above.
Secondary Weapon: None
Side Weapons (Throwing knives, chains, and etc.): None
So begins...
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As the waitress returned with her order of an extra large glass of apple juice, on which she could barely support in her flimsy human arms, Hilja found herself snatching the glass from the young woman before giving to her, her payment and a small, reasonable tip. "I though vampires were discrete about their feeding habits." The she-drake commented as she glanced towards Christy Stevens with a slight annoyance in her gaze and a furrowed brow, if she had eyebrows that was.
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A low hiss reverberated deep within the she-drakeās throat as she sauntered into the establishment after jerking open the door with her tail in a very clumsy manner. With her clothing barely covering her beautifully scaled body whilst her hips swayed gently to her every movements, she would close the door behind her large gait as her wings securely folded against her curved backside. She didnāt want to have an accident with those appendages and knew just how deadly they could be, just like her tail at times. Clawed feet scratched gently scratched the wooden floorboards and left scratch markings in the wax as she strutted forth, sniffing the air curiously as if she were a dinosaur from prehistoric times, but more good looking and slightly civilized. When her dull, amber eyes landed upon Anur, the female would pause in her footsteps after backing up a little like a skittish mare on a cliff side. -c-
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That would be when she caught a glimpse of a weasel like creature to her left and snort. āI knew theyād let anyone in hereā¦even vermin.ā She muttered under her breath, hissing once more as she licked her serrated teeth with a saliva coated tongue as predator instincts urged for her to eat the rodent. -e-
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In a slow stride the female listlessly pushed open the door to the establishment after yanking down the handle from the outside. Her sword would bounce, gently slapping against her right leg upon every step she took, her curved hips swaying to her every movement. The chainmail she wore as a skirt drug lightly against the floor between her clawed feet, clinking to her movements in a rhythm based tune that would grow annoying in due time. Clawed hands slowly lifted whilst armored arms went across her chest. She would grunt once her eyes caught the sight of Firmara, as hot breaths escaped her nostrils. Hybrids always bugged her for some odd reason. Maybe it was because they carried a rank human stench, even though not all humans stank of course. -c-
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āItās been a while since I got hereā¦letās see if I can get myself an ale or something until some jackass ruins everything.ā The dragonborn thought absentmindedly as she pulled out a seat at the bar and sat down cautiously in fear of breaking the stool beneath of her scaly and armored gait. Upon thinking about hybrids, Hilja knew she was a bit of a hypocrite for not taking a too well of a liking towards them for she was one herself. Part dragonborn and drake that was. How lovely.
Letting out a small sigh, Hilja stretched a little whilst crossing her legs at the ankle as she raised a hand and lifted a clawed index finger in hopes of maybe attracting the current bartender/barmaidās attentionā¦if there was one of course. -e-
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Upon seeing this rather strange but nicely dressed woman approach her out of the blue, Hilja would at first snort before slowly accepting her hand within her own. āHilja Borghild.ā She introduced herself in a blunt tone, not seeming to care whether or not this woman talked to or not. Even though she was hiding it, Hilja could sense that Sinestra was something more than she appeared be. This something she knew so well and was basically related to by blood. Cautiously she shook the womanās hand and released it after hissing out a deep, tired breath. Nodding the seat at her left, she shrugged, smirking down at the woman before picking up her mug of ale that she had ordered just about a moment ago and took a hungry drink.
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From the corners of her eyes as she drank, Hilja watched as Sinestra went through what appeared to be a slight metamorphosis. Cocking an unseen brow, the dragonborn slowly set down her mug after the woman asked her to tell her things that one should not request to know upon first meeting someone. Hilja snorted a breath through her nostrils before shaking her head whilst she ran a hand through her tendril like hair. āI come from the land of Tuulikki, which is the Borghild clanās territory, and I came here seeking adventure like my brother once didā¦but heās moved to the North, up in the mountains where he remains as most likely a druid or a scholar.ā The female muttered, shrugging as she slowly took another drink of her ale while picking absentmindedly at one of her claws on her left hand for a second, with her teeth. -c-
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āThatās all I can tell you for now, thoughā¦so donāt even try to pry thereā¦Lady Sinestra.ā Hilja murmured now, her words cautious whilst she spoke, her eyes slitting as she observed this woman before slowly licking her lips with a suave tongue. -e-
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Hilja Borghild nodded slowly as she listened to her new acquaintanceās words. āSounds like you guys came from a rainbow. Is it a colony you came from or a large clan?ā She asked curiously, leaning towards Sinestra a little in order to inhale her scent with a drag of air into her nostrils. āCause you donāt smell like or seem to be a full blooded dragon to me.ā Hilja observed, shrugging her right shoulder before downing some more of her ale so that it wouldnāt grow lukewarm on her as she spoke to this peculiar woman. When asked about adventure and fight seeking, that would be when Hilja reared back in her seat a little and gave the woman an inquisitive look. -c-
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Glancing around cautiously in case anyone had picked up on the shape changing womanās question, the dragonborn would release a small, instinctive hiss that could compare to that of a velociraptorās. āI do not provoke fights, nor do I really like getting into manyā¦especially if itās not fair or someoneās outnumbered.ā Hilja almost growled, sitting up a little before taking another drink of her precious beverage. āAnd if I was seeking adventure, I probably would be on it now or recruiting people to help me.ā She then noted, smiling a little as she now spoke in a calmer tone than a second ago. -e-
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Disregarding all else, Hilja couldnāt help but to twitch as Sinestra called her little one after taking the form of a massive black dragon. Talk about trying to compensate for something, this female was huge! āDonāt call me, little oneā¦ā The dragonborn growled over the rim of her mug as she glanced up at the she-dragon from the corners of her eyes while facing forth, remaining as still as could be. It was obvious she didnāt like to be called little one, or else she wouldnāt have reacted as she did now to the name. Now grunting, Hilja pretended to dust off her armored shoulders before she went to speak.
āChange back. Youāre taking up the entire area.ā She requested before glancing behind her scaly hide. āAnd I think you mightāve crushed someone with your large ass.ā
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Hilja Borghild grinned slightly when asked to talk about her homeland, Tuulikki. Sighing as the name simply brought back memories, the dragonborn sat down her beverage. Leaning back in her seat she slowly crossed her arms over her plated chest. For a second she didnāt know what to think or say that could describe such a place of beauty, seclusion and nature. Shaking her head, she instead gently tugged on a braided strand of blue hair, licking one of her incisors before she began to talk. -c-
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āWell, Tuulikki is a mountainous place. Itās away from greedy humans and others assholes that thirst for power and destruction. Itās by great mountains, has lots of trees, a great waterfall that comes from the mother river. The place is large, beautiful from the ground up into the skies. Itās nothing like anyone has seen before.ā Hilja explained, appearing to be overly happy as she spoke of this place, keeping her eyes on Sinestra whilst making small gestures here and there while having no time to distract herself what-so-ever. Sighing after she had finished speaking, the female took a slow gulp of her ale and it would turn out to be her last for when she went to take another, nothing but a simple drop of ale came out from the large, dark brown much. -c-
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āThe hell?ā Hilja asked aloud, frowning before she tilted the mug upside down a little, watching as another drop came out. āEmpty? Hmā¦ā she mumbled, glancing down the bar line slowly. Taking a second she called over the bartender and requested a refill. When the man went to do just that, Hilja instantly went back to talking. āI probably would never have left there if I never heard the voices calling to me in the windā¦telling me to leave home and venture into the unknown. Itās something youād hear from a folk tale Iām sure of it it-thank you.ā
She claimed, pausing for a second as the bartender had set down her mug, filled to the brim with cold ale just fizzing and waiting to be drank. Glancing towards Sinestra, she offered the she-dragon a small smile before taking a break in order to quickly take a drink of her beverage before continuing. āBut itās true,ā she simply said, setting down the mug. āIām sure of it.ā -e-
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Hilja Borghild nodded once she began to imagine what Sinestraās life was possibly like back in the past, but couldnāt really think of her having a human rider. The thought of that only made the dragonborn snort almost like that of a horse as she fidgeted in her seat and dug her claws into the counter top ledge before her six foot four inch frame. āI always wondered what it would be like to fly. Or be like my ancestorsā¦which lead back to someone like you, and be some massive beast. Instead, Iām only something lesser, but proud of my heritage.ā She marked, saying the last part under her breath as she picked up her mug of ale and downed some of the belch inducing liquids in a hungry manner. That reminded her, she hadnāt eaten all day, or the day before either! -c-
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When her mind had reminded her of her need for food, Hilja couldnāt help but to let her stomach growl in thought of eating a leg of mutton or perhaps some of that fast food she was told about that came from modern times and made humans really fat. When the thought of double cheeseburgers with bacon came into mind, the female couldnāt help but to smile to herself and slowly lick her lips with a low growl. -e-
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Lifting a hand, Hilja shook her head. āNo, no,ā she objected. āI donāt accept charity, and you barely know me enough to buy me dinner.ā She noted, frowning a little as she went to take a drink of her ale and replenish herself. āAnd besides, weāre not even on a date.ā
The dragonborn teased, winking at Sinestra as she chuckled a bit and couldnāt help but to simply be amused by her words.
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Hilja Borghild still objected to Sinestraās offer as she let out a low growl. āNo, I canāt. I have money of my own, and besides, I feel like waiting. Itās always best to wait for more anyways, so you know youāre sure to clean your plate when served.ā She muttered in a low rumble of a voice as she mindlessly scratched her cheek.
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āI love my people.ā Hilja replied, grinning a little upon the thought of her clan. āNot sure about the getting home part though. Things have changed.ā
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