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Ulfhild, Gloom’s Withered Rot #8386
BeachBumDunkin #814
2
Level
183
EXP (Tracker) ⇨
Silver
Passage
War
0%
Neutral
Peace
0%
Neutral
Knowledge
0%
Neutral
Power
0%
Neutral
Achievements
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The Feast Beneath the Lantern Tide
Titles
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Gloom’s Withered Rot
Character Details
Name: Ulfhild
Nickname(s): Ulf, Hildr, Hild
Health Status: Healthy
Pack: Seidr
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Height: 230cm
Weight: 1200lbs
Build: Titan (High Content) (Hellhound)
Coat: Rugged
Genotype: ss/cr/br/Bk/Ac/Tn/Fl/GRY/Rpt/Def/Mol
Phenotype: Molten Black Cross with Accents, Toned, Flecking, Graying, Riptide, Defiance
Horns: None
Physical Mutations: None
Mutations: Cross (Fro/Bk)
Slots: 10 Used / 10 Available
Current Profession: Cultist
Design Credits
Kit and Captain-Bird
Personality Traits
Aggressive
Blunt
Cold
Deceitful
Enigmatic
Gloomy
Personality
Aggressive and not loyal to anyone but herself, this gal is as brutish as they come.
She's not a fan of making friends and she's even less of a fan of being nice. She'll humor if it benefits her in the end, but that's about it. Once most have lost their usefulness to her they're discarded.

Being a child of Loki has it's advantages, or so she'd tell you as much. She's a felvarg of few words, she's more action than talk. Loves to curse others for no reason and put hexes on them for giggles.

If you see her, shy the other way if able.
History

*** Blue Chow Carrier ***


Relationships

Father:

Looks up to him and cherishes him like a God.

Leader:

Probably one of the only felvargs she actually has a shred of respect for, even if she doesn't agree with how soft she's becoming as of late.

Interactions

Winter was just around the corner, but Loki no longer cared about the turn of the seasons. He sat in a forest on Ulfrheim, away from Aurora who waited for him in Hymnlaeja, and looked down upon Ulfhild as she approached. “Father” was a word that Loki did not hear very often. He regarded Ulfhild with an indifference similar to her own, unaware of her embarrassment of him but shameful enough on his own. “Ulfhild,” he intoned, inclining his head in acknowledgement of her. He had never been a very good father to any of his children, but in honest truth he didn’t think there was anything he could do to save his relationship with the lot of them. Ulfhild was no different. “What do you have for me?” he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. There was a weariness about him, like the world was too heavy for his shoulders to carry. When she passed over the satchel filled with shattered sword pieces, he let out a low hum of contemplation. “A worthy battle, I hope,” he said, picking up the hilt in one paw and looking over it with a critical eye. “This will be a good project for me. It will keep my paws and my mind busy.” There was no inclination that he would use it afterwards, only that he would restore it to its former glory. No bloodlust waited within him, no villainous scheming that had once ruled his trickster’s heart. “Take this in return,” he muttered, reaching into his own satchel to pull out a black market map, rolled carefully but still crinkled from use. “I already have the routes memorized, and I doubt I will use them again.” He inclined his head once more, dismissing Ulfhild from his presence without another word spoken.

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