Eydis (final)

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Name: Eydis

Sex: Cow

 

Age: Young adult

Species: Caribou

 

Eye Color: Bright Blue

 

Coat: Snowy White

 

Mane/ Horns: Has an unusual look for a caribou as she seems to file down her antlers to the stump and actively tries to keep them from growing.

 

Physique: Thinner and more lithe when compared to most other caribou. To most onlookers she could pass for an unusually tall deer.

 

Residence: N/A

 

Occupation: Skald, Historian, and Explorer

 

Traits:

 

Stamina: While not being very strong, Eydis seems to always have an extra bit of energy and is usually the very last creature to wind up being exhausted from most tasks. Be it Running or lugging around moderately heavy things, Eydis can handle it and keep going until the night falls and probably after.

 

Skald: Gifted with a voice for song, Eydis has shown success as a Skald in her homeland. Skalds in caribou society are a mix of historians and bards. IN her time she’s leanred how to play several

 

History:

In the wild lowlands of Whitescar, this where Eydis’ story began. Clan Hakon was and still is a small clan spread all about the continent. Rather than being known for their might or skill as combatants, Hakon is known around their homeland mostly for their explorers: Cows and bulls who delve into the depths of the forgotten histories of the land to share the knowledge with rest of the clans.

 

One day a pair of their kin produced a calf of unusual appearance. A bright white coat and sky blue eyes. Her parents took this development as a sign that their daughter had a gift for beating the odds. Celebrating their little one, they named her “Eydis”: ‘Ey’ meaning good luck, and ‘Dis’ being spirit.

 

Luck wasn’t always on her side, however: She was a much more slender caribou then her brothers or sisters. While most of her siblings split their focus between their studies of self defense and lyricism, Eydis focused most on music and history. Between the gusts of the windmaking lowland trolls and the occasional raid by rebel clans she felt it was a miracle she’d been able to read all that she had. In time she managed to prove her gift of voice as well, although mostly through song, poetry, and text.

 

As Eydis grew she found herself developing a curious wanderlust and constantly hounded by an intense desire to learn more. Eventually she took up the occupation of viking, although not how many might expect. Rather than pillage and raid, Eydis began to work exploring old archeological sites, exploring territory and documenting wildlife and the locals, and hunting for ancient texts from ages long ago. Her pursuits were written down every day and after some prodding from her parents she sent them to an Equestrian publisher… even Eydis was surprised when they said they would love printing her logs and journals!

 

A long journey was taken in order to get to the publisher located in Stalliongrad. When she got there the deal was arranged and now she could share her work to the rest of the world. In her time in the more northern area of Equestria she’d first gotten into the practice of filing down her antlers (Mostly so she could get through doors). In Stalliongrad it turned out a major contributing factor to the open-ness of the publisher to take her work were songs that she’d written down in the end of each topic she covered. Eydis promised to make use of that trend and the deal was struck.

 

That development was only a few months ago. Now, Eydis has been published for a while and her work is reviewed quite favorably. However she regularly works as a singer in small taverns or inns when the proprietors let her, seeing as her works are not fictional and don’t draw huge crowds. She has met a fan here and there but nothing so overwhelming as what she’s seen for some of the stranger fictional books about an explorer who for some reason went around ruining sites of great historic importance!

 

Summary:

Eydis is constantly curious caribou with a compulsion to collect commodities closely connect to chronicles of cultures. She goes about this with a great deal of research and investigation before going, and usually going regardless of how dangerous she is told it can be. Her work often take her to dark damp caves, ancient ruins, lost settlements and more: all with varying degrees of danger to them. As of now, Eydis’ most well known work would be her report on trolls, the northeastern forests of Whitescar and the inhabitants therein. Spreading out though is a high priority and one of the places she wishes to see beyond the borders of her home is actually Neighpon.

 

When meeting other people, It wouldn’t be odd to describe Eydis as being somewhat subdued. While not a wallflower at parties she does regularly try to converse with others and in smaller crowds really enjoys singing or playing her panflute. She usually tends to go out to taverns and provide some music if the owner allows it, if only so she can see how her latest composed song or melody is received… and also get some money to pay for a lodging. Eydis couldn’t say she has many friends at her side but those that she’s met and formed some sort of kinship with she regularly maintains contact through letters.

 

In those few hours where she is not consumed by her desire to search and travel or she finds herself for whatever reason doing that impossible, Eydis will often cook to give herself something to do. Typically she finds recipes and ingredients native to the area that are safe for her consumption and cooks something up from that with varying results. When Eydis first came into a sum of bits, she used them to pay for a warehouse stalliongrad where she can store the various books she collected on her travels. Seeing how hard they were to come by growing up for her, Eydis treats almost any book that catches her eye like a treasure.

 

Traits that Eydis dislikes about herself would probably be how she can sometimes brushoff the concerns of others in her constant endeavors for knowledge. Even now when looking back she feels she can pinpoint the point at which she’d broken a bond because she pushed a bit too far or dug too greedily and deep… despite this she still searches to form bonds as her mother Hilda told her: one’s greatness is not measured by the fear their shadow inspires for their enemies, but the shade it offers their friends.”

[RainbowFoxxy]

Beautifully written character! Have fun with this one!