"What? It's not like I'm just gonna run away!”
Name: Ingrid Ebeleben (Eb-eh-leh-ben)
Species Description: A species of dark elf found primarily in the forests of Germany and other more northern European nations that are known for practicing reanimation magicks.
Voodoo – Ingrid has the ability to create voodoo dolls of individuals, though at this point the most effect they have on the actual target is a strange tickling sensation.
Minor Reanimation – She has the ability to reanimate small, recently diseased beings such as small rodents or plants for a period of a few minutes at a time
LIN 104 - Introduction to Blood Magic
CRS 101 - Introduction to Dollmaking
CRS 102 - Introduction to Fetishes
Passed Courses: --
Sewing – Her mother taught her when she was younger, and she enjoys using the ability to craft her dolls along with other bobbles, along with fixing up her clothes.
Baked treats – Living in the forest, she never really got to experience them, so she has a bit of a love for things such as muffins, crackers, cookies, etc.
Feeling superior – She loves feeling like she's the best, most intelligent person in the room, and tends to get overtly offended when she doesn't feel so.
Being outdoors – The forest has been her home for most of her life, so she prefers being out there, and likes the smell and sounds of it.
Mischief – She loves causing trouble, especially in the form of voodoo (even if she's not too horribly great at it).
Being agreed with – This one is pretty self explanatory.
Enclosed spaces – She's unused to them, and is therefore leery of them.
Anything mechanical or technological – She's a bit of a technophobe and hates all of it with a passion.
Ljosalfar (Light Elves) – The opposite of her people, whose actions resulted in her parents death. She hates them with a burning passion.
Sweets – She isn't a fan of chocolates or other sugary treats.
Healing, nature, and other 'light' magicks – They're a reminders of the Ljosalfar, and she can get extremely agitated towards people who practice them.
Remarks on her height – It's a touchy subject.
Determination – She's never one to run away from what she wants, and will stick to her goals no matter what.
Curious – She's actually a very curious person, who enjoys teaching herself new things – she just dislikes being taught by other people.
Independent – She's used to doing things on her own, and is adept at doing things that way. She has no need to depend on others.
Arrogant – She is of the opinion that she's the best at everything she is, and has a bit of a superiority complex which can cause problems when she's dealing with those who are her betters.
Immature – She has difficulties taking critique, listening to directions, and dealing with emotions due to her lack of maturity.
Hot headed – She is an explosively reactive person, with the bad habit of taking everything as an insult and getting herself into trouble because of it.
Vengeful – She holds a mean grudge, even when it'll end up hurting her in the end.
To increase her abilities – She knows she's not as powerful as she'd like to be, and wants to change that.
To one day avenge her family – It's been a plan of hers since she was little to one day kill of the remaining Ljosalfar.
Claustrophobic – She's unused to enclosed spaces, and tends to panic when stuck in them.
Technology – She's seen the damage it's done to her home, and fears it because of it.
Not being good enough – She tends to hide it, but she's got the crippling fear of not being able to get as strong as she needs to be.
Ingrid is, overall, an angry and awkward individual – she's unused to socialization do to years of isolation and therefore tends to not know what to say. She also has the horrible habit of taking nearly everything as an insult, even when it's not to be. She's very touchy and it's hard for her to form any positive relationships because she's immature and doesn't get along well with others. She is capable of it though, and can be a loyal companion, if not very open with her affections. Ingrid is quick to lash out when she feels insulted or threatened, and tends to 'puff up' to make herself seem stronger when she's feeling weak or scared. She's not one to admit defeat either.
Ingrid was born in an unnamed German forest to the elven clan Ewig, comprised of both light and dark elves. Despite their differences in ability, the people of the clan lives peacefully until the decade prior to Ingrid's birth, when a mourning Dokkalafar tried to bring back his deceased wife using blood magick, with the unexpected side effect of causing a plague amongst many of the young and elderly Ljosalafar, killing several. Following this, tensions grew, and the two peoples began fighting over the restrictions put in place.
Ingrid herself was born to two dark elves – her father was an alchemist, and her mother a seamstress. She was a rather shy child who preferred her dolls to playing with the other children, but her childhood was happy up until her fifth year when the light elves of the clan forced a coup, and one day began killing off the Dokkalafar. Her mother, who'd realized the possibility, took her daughter and ran off into the forest, leaving Ingrid with her cloak and telling her to hide before leaving to go help. Ingrid stayed until the next day, when she decided to search for her parents – she returned to the clan's village, only to come upon a ghost town. There was blood on the ground in some places, evidence of fighting and magick, but not a single soul was left. Not even a body.
At this point, Ingrid was completely ignorant of humans, so she ended up fending for herself – the clans food stores remained, and she used those up until they expired, and taught herself to gather and hunt. She sewed her clothes when she needed to, and made her own shelter in one of the children's old tree-forts. She became entirely self reliant, and grew into the habit of speaking to the animals she came across or her dolls. Due to this, she never really grew up, remaining mostly childish.
Around the beginning of her teenage years, she encountered humans for the first time – a part of the forest she'd spent her life in was being cut down for land development. At first, she lingered curiously in the fauna, watching the humans as they worked and observing them. Eventually, the development took over the entirety of her home, and she was forced to flee and wander on the outskirts of society – up until she began to hear whispers of a school, where she could learn to be stronger. At the age of 19, she made her way there.
Her cloak was her mothers, so while it's in pretty bad shape and patched up a lot, it's very dear to her.
She tends to carry her saddlebag with her everywhere, and stuffs it with sewing supplies, a few dolls, school stuff, and usually a couple snacks.
Her native language is German, causing her to have a rather thick accent when she gets upset.
- Her 'last name' is actually just the name of a town she passed through - prior to that, she was Ingrid Ewig.
| - Likes | - Dislikes | - Suspiscous of | - Unsure | - Interested By | - Saddened By | - Fearful Of | - Crushing On | - Love |
Geluk - He's nosy and weirdly polite and she's convinced he's got some sinister plot up his sleeve. Maybe. Possibly. But he does seem to realize how powerful she's going to be one day, so she supposed she can tolerate him. Just a bit.
I'm not picky about where I roleplay – skype, notes, and comments are all fine, and I'll probably pop into the chat frequently.
I'm fine with both paragraph and script style, though I'm better with paragraph. I can't think of anything I'd refuse to roleplay, but i'll add to this if it comes up.
My skype name is ardenthevampire
Ingrid: *eyes narrowing in concentration, she ever so slowly pulled the thread through the thick woven material.* Almost... *quickly tying a knot in the back, she picks up her creation – a small, featureless doll, and tilted it to the side. It's head flopps bonelessly and a pointed smile crosses her lips.* *clipping the excess stringers, she gives the doll another shake before shoving it in her bag and standing up, stretching her arms out. She was well on her way to an army at this point.*
Ingrid's eyes narrow in concentration, her lip caught between her teeth as she ever so slowly pulls the thread through the edge of the tick woven material. “And almost... almost... ah! Vertig!” She grins to herself, a flash of pride in her eyes as she holds up the small object, a dusty colored doll, featureless except for its two embroidered eyes. Ingrid tilts it, observing the seams carefully before giving herself a sharp nod. “Y'know, I'm gonna make an army of you one day.” The words are murmured under her breath as she gives the doll one last shake before stuffing it into her bag with the rest of its kind
Great job on her backstory as well! I really enjoyed reading through it, and it ties in really nicely with why Ingrid is how she is now.
Anyways, I really look forward to seeing her around more often~
Aslkjasd- thank you for checking my dork out! I'm glad that you like him. >u<
On another note, if you're interested, I would love to rp sometime~
(sorry it took a while)
I love her hair