Asther the Man-Eating-Plant the Second

[KANE]

NAME: Asther the Man-Killing Plant the Second
ALIAS: Asther
AGE: 25
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Leader of Berk
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight



LIKES:

• Meat
  
• Proving that she is better than males her age
  
• Playing hard-to-get
  
• Puff
  
• Fish
  
• Playing with Puff
  
• Irritating some of the guys her age
  
• Her friends
  
• Flying with Puff
  

DISLIKES:

• Being underestimated
  
• People looking down on her
  
• People who are mean to her friends
  
• Those who harm Puff
  
• Veggies
  
• Being bothered when she wants to be alone

STRENGTHS:

• Incredible aim. Almost never misses
  
• Close bond with Puff
  
• Aerial combat
  
• Archery ability
  
• Decent liar
  
• Intelligent
  
• Can concentrate rather well, can zero in on something and listen to it
  
• Ability to read lips

WEAKNESSES:

• Not physically strong
  
• Fears Puff getting hurt
  
• A tad gullible
  
• Not very fast
  
• Very indecisive sometimes
  
• Easily distracted

FEARS:

• Death
  
• Puff dying
  
• Harm befalling her friends
  
• Failing to be a good Viking
  
• Being unable to be a Viking
  
• Being unable to fly with Puff

AMBITIONS:

• Become a legend like Hiccup did
  
• Find out what is causing the strange occurrences
  
• Protect her friends
  
• Protect Puff when needed
  
• Never miss her target
  
• Always defeat Aiden in a flying race
  
• Learn how to use a sword

SECRETS:

• Sometimes wishes to run off and live alone with Puff
  
• Cant stand it when people tell her "no"
  
• Wishes she could fly like Puff
  
• Born hard-of-hearing. Thank you, genetics.

PERSONALITY:

OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Asther is a rather light figure. She has fair-ish skin which is no stranger to sunlight. In the summer months its sometimes darker given whatever kind of tan she may have gotten. She is outside fair bit, so it is generally about one to two shades darker in the summer than any other time. Her hair is a solid raven black and falls straight to her shoulders, no further. She rarely pulls it back, generally only for any sort of combat when she wears her helmet. She has a rather narrow face, framed by her hair. The most color on her face are her bright green eyes, a one-inch-thick row of freckles across her cheekbones and nose, and her red lips. She stands about 5 feet 4 inches tall and her light build makes her only 115 pounds. She has decent muscle in her arms and legs, but she prefers letting Puff handle things and staying out of skirmishes. She prefers long-range combat.

During the spring, summer, and early autumn, Asther wears a loose, short-sleeved brown deerskin shirt that is accompanied by light, loose khaki pants that fall to her ankles. She wears brown wineskin boots that are lined with rabbit fur in all seasons. In the colder months, though, she wears a black long-sleeved shirt and gloves lined with rabbit fur. Also in the winter, her pants are a darker brown and slightly heavier.

Finally, Asther carries a quiver of arrows on her back sometimes so that she can withdraw arrows with ease. The arrows she fashions herself of yew wood. The tips are made of filed onyx stones from the bottom of the lake in Berk's canyon. Finally, the feathers are made from any birds she shoots down or any feathers she finds. Her bow is made of cherrywood. She carved it herself and fashioned the knock and grip to match her grip alone. The drawstring is made of wool twine from the villages sheep. She carries about 50 arrows at a time, but there are many more in her house. Her bow, when not in use stays in her house as well, with her quiver. She prefers to not carry them with her unless needed.

Also, whenever needed, she dawns a pair of leather gloves for her hands that come up to just below her elbow. The leather stops just before the middle knuckle of her fingers on all except the middle and ring finger, which are fully covered by the leather. This is to prevent any arrow feather-made gashes on her arm, and to prevent the twine string of her bow from chaffing away her fingers.



HISTORY: Asther was born in the village of Berk twenty years ago on a winter day. Though there was no snow, it was cold enough to do so. Asther's father was in the smithy when her mother delivered her, so her mother...a headstrong, stubborn, strong-willed viking, named her after herself, with hopes Asther would become just as strong-willed. Though a bit disappointed not to have taken part in the naming of his daughter, Cabbich was proud of the name and accepted it without plight. Early on in her childhood, Cabbich noticed that he, his wife, and anybody that came to visit had to speak a bit louder than normal to get young Asther's attention...like they had to do for him sometimes. He soon came to the conclusion that he had passed on a trait to her...she was hard of hearing as he was. However, it was not debilitating...she was not deaf, but people would have to speak louder than normal until she learned how to read lips or focus on others so she could hear them easier by blocking out the sounds around her.

Cabbich consulted his wife about this, and she was unconcerned, sure that if young Asther were anything like her, she would be largely unaffected by the difficulty to hear, and would make a fine Viking otherwise. Her young childhood years came and went without much incident, but she did meet her two best friends: Audrina and Aiden. Asther was first introduced to the magnificent creatures...dragons at the age of seven. She first visited her fathers shop at this age and was wandering around his forge with her lamb shank to eat for dinner when she stumbled across the Tiny, Terrible Terror. It was more scared of her than she was surprised to see it, and it seemed about ready to do something, making a small hissing noise and the likes. However, she offered it some meat. Sitting down to be more on its level, she made herself look smaller as to not threaten it. It cautiously crept closer to her and she gave it some meat. It promptly followed her around Berk, marveling at the other dragons that lived there. About a year later after being taken care of, it wandered off and never returned. Asther didnt feel much at this loss, because she respected that it was never hers to begin with.

After five years of basic schooling, Asther reached the age of fourteen. During that time, her father had experienced a mishap in his forge: some coals were left hot when he thought he'd put them out, and it set fire to the leather curtain infront of the fireplace. He had been taking a nap for his break when the forge caught fire, and he perished with it because he insisted on saving his tools when a support beam collapsed, pinning him in the blaze. He'd died doing what any blacksmith would have done, and he had his main goal accomplished before he died, so he had died free of goals. The goal had been teaching Asther how to read lips. To add to her basic schooling, her parents had wanted to make sure she could get around in the world without worry that her poor hearing would burden her. She was already smart, and she'd been living a fairly normal life, coping with the poor hearing. However, this was only an advance that her father said "might save your life one day".

Though it wasnt the easiest thing in the world to do, Asther mastered more than the basics of reading lips, she continued to improve, but also gained some helpful tips from her father on how to zero in something making a sound and listen to it distinctly and block out any other sounds. After his death, Asther promised that somehow she would try to find a way to practice every day. She practiced with her mother, until the day she was thirteen. It was then that Asther the First decided Asther the Second were old enough to take on her own dragon. Asther the First wanted her daughter to choose one of the offspring of the dragons from around town, but nobody had one that she wanted...she wanted one that was spoke of in legends, so rare that few had seen it, so legendary that the great hero Hiccup was the first person to tame one and gain its trust....a Night Fury.

Asther bartered with her mother and pleaded...she wanted to go on a solo quest for one of the legendary dragons. She didnt care if she had to do some crazy things to get the dragon, but she would not give up. Reluctantly, her mother agreed. After saying her goodbyes to Audrina and Aiden, she left the village, her bow and quiver on her back. She was ready for this, and she would stop at nothing until she had her dragon. She started her long trek into the wilderness at a run, but soon slowed to a walk. She spent many days and many nights walking to the island's mountain. It was the largest sight on the island, and it was a good distance away. She soon lost track of what the actual date was, but it had been twenty-five days until she reached the foot of the mountain. Now all that was left was the trek up it.

She hadnt traveled any set path...oh no...she made her own. It wasnt a rocky path at all, it was more a winding, foresty path. She climbed for three days before she first saw it....a Night Fury. It made a growl-like sound, followed by a violent shake of its head. It released a puff of smoke through its nose, and blinked its emerald-colored eyes a good few times. It hadnt seen her yet, but she kept her distance. This was perhaps the most dangerous dragon around...she had to be careful, or this would be a fatal trip. The dragon didnt move for the few hours that it stayed there next to her. Sure, it moved around, but she stayed away from it. She was sure it hadnt seen her, but if she moved to satisfy her growing hunger, she would risk being attacked.

Just as those thoughts had passed through her head, she spotted a buck. Perfect for a dinner. The dragon had spotted it too. However, she was faster. She drew her bow and strung an arrow, shooting it precisely at the target. It was a clean kill, pierced the chest of the creature.

• This surprised the dragon greatly. It flew off, preferring to stay safe rather than attack. Somewhat saddened, but still determined, Asther went about skinning the deer. Upon building a fire and eating part of it, she felt as though she was being watched. Cleaning up, and leaving some of the deer at the firepit, Asther took up her bow and turned around, intending to set out when she saw that she was indeed being watched, by a pair of great green eyes from the bushes.
  
  
• Upon discovering it was the dragon, Asther automatically retreated before she tripped over the leftover meat she had. The idea came to her to offer some meat for the dragon. She figured it had to be hungry as well, so she piled some near where she had been standing.
  
  
• This signified the first attempt from Asther to get close to the dragon, who she soon came to call Puff because of the smoke released from his nostrils whenever it appeared to be amused or frustrated. The next few months, Asther spent tracking the dragon and trying to gain its trust in various forms until one night, while tracking it in its leisurely nighttime flight, she accidentally slipped into a canyon, a very shallow one, but a canyon none the less, with no obvious means of getting out...which was bad, because she found herself facing a family of Monstrous Nightmares, two adults and one teenager.
  
  
• Though Asther had no intention of harming them, she needed to defend herself, and she had no shield. Soon enough, her attempts were failing miserably, and the teenagers had already lit itself on fire, and was coming at her with an all-offensive. Fear rooted her to the ground, and she couldnt think of anything to do but scream. That was when things changed. Out of nowhere, she heard a sound that sounded like the tension of a spring about to fire, followed by an explosion of blue fire on the side of the teenage Nightmare. Following it was, silent as breath, fast as a speeding arrow was Puff ramming into its side, knocking it into the small lake that was in the canyon...the only color aside from the rocks.
  
  
• Puff landed infront of Asther, back to her, wings spread, and a steady growl exiting her throat. The two adults came as one, one on fire, the other not. Fighting fire with fire, Puff took flight and performed a series of incredible acrobatics and aimed fire shots that eventually extinguished the Nightmare, forcing it to retreat, while also attempting to ward off the other one. Before long, all three Nightmares took flight, leaving the canyon. Amazed, Asther tried to approach the obviously tired Puff, she was warded off. However, the light of the moon hit his black scales just right, and she saw that Puff was wounded, a long gash down his right side.
  
  
• She spent a bit more than a week trying to get Puff to trust her enough for her to tend to the wound, using some cloth from her legging and a mix of berries and leaves from the sparse plants, and water to make a plaster and ointment for the wound. This seemed to secure their companionship, to start. The next months were spent with Asther trying to communicate with Puff, trying to heal Puff, and even gaining enough trust between the two of them to try flying for the first time.
  
  
  
• Though difficult, it was the most extraordinary uplifting feeling Asther could fathom. She felt as though she was one with Puff, and a month after their first flight, she returned to Berk on Puff's back, slowly introducing him to the life that she led, and what she wanted him to be a part of. She could tell that he was not familiar or comfortable with it to start, but he slowly grew accustomed to it.
  
  
• Over the years, they grew closer, and their bond grew stronger. They learned new things about each other every day, and became friends with more people and their dragons around the village, soon to feel like one entity in the place they could live together, securing their bond as dragon and Viking...even though Asther still had alot to learn before she could call herself one with Puff and the rest of Berk...including how to play her romance cards correctly.
  
  
• In these years, she has finally been able to reach her ultimate goal - becoming the leader of the Berk Vikings.

PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Cabbich the Terrible/Father/36/Deceased/Blacksmith
Asther the Man-Killing-Plant/Mother/36/Deceased/Viking


WEAPON OF CHOICE: Bow & Arrow


DRAGON NAME: Puff
DRAGON TYPE: Night Fury
DRAGON PERSONALITY: Puff is a rather strong, silent type. However, he will always listen to Asther, and he is completely loyal to Asther. He would never betray her, and he is highly protective of Asther. Of course, it took many years to incorporate Asther totally into his life, and it took her a long while to get used to her once she chose her, they prevailed. Asther formed an inseverable bond with him, and they stay strong together. Puff is the one living creature that Asther will tell anything to, and do anything with. Although she cannot speak to him, she understands every word Asther says and reacts accordingly. If he senses danger, however, or he doesnt trust someone, despite what Asther says, he will act incredibly defensively. He knows of Asther's slightly gullible nature, so he sees it proper that he be the antidote to that poison. Also, Puff is able to communicate with other dragons.

DRAGON TECHNIQUES: Blue fire that create explosions. Never misses the target. Incredible flier, both speed-wise and acrobat-wise.

KEYWORD IN RULES: *********


As much as I am not a fan of accepting my own applications, and only having a lookover by a few people outside of the board, this has been deemed acceptable