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"I am a Warrior, Father. Why should their risk be any greater than mine?"

Full Name Mihaela Cel tradat

Pronunciation Me-Hail-La

Nickname/Alias Depends if you are friend or foe...

Meaning To question god and the betrayed.

Origin Hertch, Kaedwen

Title None

Gender Female

Gender Role Feminine but, not the dainty sort. Often more masculine than most men.

Orientation Depends on how much I have had to drink.

Real Age 32

Age Appearance About her 30s

Birthday November 18th

Deathday (May not have one yet)

Personality Mihaela as a child was wild and carefree. Often ignoring her studies to go hunting with the local children of her village outside of what is known today as The Wall. Despite her status as noble's daughter, a member of the First Men. More often than not getting into trouble and wearing a boys clothes instead of a girls. As a young woman and adult, she treated all as equals but, was fierce and vicious in battle. When she was 16, her personality had become hardened and cruel after the truths of her family had become known as well as her attempted murder. Mihaela to this day is now a cold and brash person, often speaking her opinion whether it was wanted or not however, she is a fiercely loyal person and will like her life on the line if required without hesitation.

Species Human / Werewolf.

Ethnicity Unknown

Eye Color Black

Hair Color Black

Height 5'4"

Weight 132lbs

Birthmarks/scars Scar on her left arm from her first battle and a slash mark at her back from an attempted sexual assault.

Distinguishing Features Angular black eyes and thick dark hair.

MIHAELA CEL TRADAT
"Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon?"

Mihaela was the daughter of Caitlyn of Kaedwen and Vestibor, the King of Redania. Well, allegedly as when the child was born, she bore a striking resemblance to Macabre, the king's number one personal guard and general. Growing up, Mihaela never once questioned her parentage and grew up relatively happy. Well educated while her father encouraged her to learn the arts of war. However, her own blood held a terrible secret until she reached the age of 15 years old.

Young Mihaela seemed to always have a special connection with wolves and dogs alike. She was able to communicate with them with ease and when made mention of it to her mother Caitlyn, fear would flash across her face and beg her daughter to not say a word to anyone. Especially to her father, the King.

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wฯƒlf ฯƒf mรญschรญั”f-hiatus-

Sep 27th 2022 - 6:57 PM


Thanks for the Add!
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รsmundr

May 3rd 2022 - 1:01 PM


รSMUNDR SAGA

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My father, Aki, was a great warrior. A raider, champion, and Duke like myself. His name also attested to the many of stories people often told about Danes. The name Aki had spread h'across all of Denmark and Hunaland (France) He had claimed my mother, through the war that was waged on Hunaland and for his loyalty to King Alf. Very naturally he was rewarded for his efforts, but in my earliest memories I remember that these things were never enough for him. My mother and I both believed he loved raiding, and fighting more than even his own family. The two could never make togetherโ€”but it was of course because my father hand claimed her against her willโ€” and slayed the man and family she truly loved.

It was only when I became of age that I started to see more than the surface of my father's actions. He emphasized image and did many things I did not understand at the timeโ€”but they struck fear in the hearts of Kings and Christians. There was this time on a morning's dewโ€”late in the spring. I forget the land we were raiding exactly, but it was muddled and riddled with river banks. The rain was so terrible there, wherever it was. My father's crew had gotten into a skermish with another band of warriors. He called me over fresh out of the skirmish, and I approached slowly so that I could see what he wanted from me. There was hate and desperation in the eyes of the barred down man. Everyone laughed at his slurring, and his refusal to talk. I think he would of volunteered every piece of information possible if he wasn't holding onto his life.

My father said something along the lines of "Your people are smaller than salt." He also said "I would never be able to face Odin, killing someone less than a man." So it would be by the hands of a boy to which this task was accomplishedโ€”which I learned shortly after I was given a torn strap of fabric. It belonged to the man's pants leg. My hands were still too small, too weak to claim a life. I needed the extra help which my father was no stranger remind me of; that I was not yet like him, and his doubts on if I ever would be. My father watched me, and I watched the Dane's eyes swell like they were going to burst of out his head. It woke him up, and I could hear the grinding crease of the fabric as it tightened into the flesh of the Dane. It was different from wringing the neck of a Chicken, or anything animal out in the wild.

My father hardly acknowledged me until that day where he started to teach me the things he knew. No matter how many times I failed, or came up short โ€” he did not embarrass me In front of his men, knowing one day their children would fight alongside me. There's alot in-between I'm skiping over, but, there was another voyage I embarked on with my Father, Aki. This time I was more useful, and had some skills with the sword and arrow, even if unpolished. I practiced with the sword and shieldโ€”but loved having two hands on the Sword. I could use an Axe like fatherโ€”but I was always impatient with them, and had a habit of throwing them across distances; disarming myself in the heat of most moments. In any case, this time was unlike the rest. We had sailed the Baltic and the various seas around Denmark, Sweden, and Norwayโ€”but a storm took us off course, and swept us far and wide outside of the Baltic.

We were no army. This was an expedition for resources, yes. But a raid was not approved by King Alf. There was tension in the relationship as of late, which I still believe to this day was one of the reason that my father was so eager to get out at Sea. With rumors of Sweyn Forkbeard taking a tour on all of the territories in the south, it strikes out to me today that my father may have been looking for a new settlementโ€”away from Sweyn and the pressure he put on Alf to operate truly as an Earl would. Whatever the reason, as a teen, and my father a veteranโ€”our smaller crew of thirteen came upon the Mediterranean; the territory of the Byzantine Empire. This was exactly what my father was afterโ€”but he was way in over his head. I was scared as a youth, but followed him regardless. I simply wanted time with my father. I ended of meeting a girl my age. She was, well โ€” rabid. Frenzied. Who knows how long she had been fending for her own. I won't get ahead of myself. Suffice to say, this is the tale of meeting one of my closest friends and allies. The tale on how I finally found courage and approval of my father.
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