Astridr Stensrud
Jul 18, 2014 11:08:39 GMT -5
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Astridr Mist Stensrud
NAME: Astridr Mist Stensrud
AGE: 42
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-class
STATUS: Married
OCCUPATION: Lady of the House/Housewife/House Manager
PLAY-BY: Michelle Fairley
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Auburn
SKINTONE: Naturally fair skin that burns and then tans after overexposure to the sunlight.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'8 & 135
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Asta is tall (5’8”), graceful, and womanly in appearance. She takes after her mother’s side of the family, bearing high cheekbones, vivid blue eyes and long, thick auburn hair. She has long fingers, soft hands, and a warm smile that is not at all rare to be seen.
NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: Hair styling, horseback-riding (side saddle), remembering details, flower arranging, and socializing.
MAGICAL SKILLS: Protective charms and Astronomy, which was her favorite subject in school.
WEAKNESSES: Tends to conform to wishes of others; at times too rigid or demanding of self/others; overbearing in regards to her children; indecisive; judgmental; too altruistic.
STRENGTHS: Supportive, Patient, Diplomatic (though this only developed once her children were a bit older and began to argue with one another), Disciplined, open-minded to a point.
QUIRKS & HABITS: Taps her foot when bored; is oddly good at braiding hair; detests slang and will correct those who use it; is extremely ticklish; unintentionally mixes up her sons names when angry with one of them; has a weakness for rescuing stray animals; writes with her left hand but does everything else right-handed; always carries around change in her pocket to give to beggars/homeless.
OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: As a child, Asta was very playful and often teased or frightened her siblings with objects and creatures they were either fearful of or by reciting entries from their journals. She has always been headstrong, willful, and courageous, though the headstrong part of her has withered with age. She is a kind, caring, and loving mother to her children, though she tends to show even more love and affection to her eldest son, in an attempt to make up for the lack thereof from his father. It is one of the most obvious traits she bares: her strong motherly love. Compassionate, trusting, and always willing to aid others, she will try to offer comfort and hopes to those whom she feels are troubled. Tough and assertive, she has the demeanor of a meek wife in public; but at the same time, she has a very compassionate and loyal spirit. Her softer side is frequently demonstrated in the presence of her children and husband. She also has a mild tendency to hold grudges and a strong dislike for dirty or unsanitary things.
BIRTH PLACE: Åsgårdstrand, Norway
PARENTS: Jørn Helge Thorisdottir (Þórisdóttir) and Tove Kari Løyte (Biologically Eir Thorisdottir and an unknown father)
SIBLINGS: Vegard Joar Thorisdottir (49), Sunniva Oda Oftebro (45), Bård Emil Thorisdottir (39), Lise Siri Søhoel (34)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Wodan Brandr Stensrud
CHILDREN: Laila Solveig Stensrud, Rasin Sigdag Stensrud, Leif Alfwin Stensrud (15), Linnea Illona Stensrud (13), Alva Lucinda Stensrud (12)
OTHERS: Nieces and nephews.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Warm summer days spent by the sea, the waves rushing forward to greet her as her toes became buried even deeper in the wet sand are what Asta remembers most from her early childhood. And next the white, pure stars that were swirling in the sky, the North wind aiding their movement as they floated down upon the earth softly. Three children spinning around in a circular motion, hands clasped and faces turned upwards to greet the flakes of white with large grins. The wind was icy as it bit at their fingers and kissed the cheeks of the trio. Laughter erupted from the eldest girl as the only boy among the trio released his grip on the youngest girl long enough to wipe away flecks of the crystallized water that had landed on the bridge of his nose. His hand rejoined with the youngest girl’s, the eldest began to sing a song, and the younger joined in shortly after. It was serene, a heavenly moment in time.
When she would ask her mother to tell her just how she came from her belly, Tove would repeat the same story: It was a very cool evening and I was cooking dinner for papa, Vegard and Sun when I felt a pain in my belly. Papa took me to the hospital and a few hours later I was holding the most beautiful baby with thick red hair in my arms. This is a lie, a story fabricated to hide the truth of Asta’s birth. The truth is one that Jørn and Tove decided was best kept secret, carried to their graves. And that truth is that Asta is not their daughter, but their niece.
Jørn’s sister, Eir, was only fifteen when she went missing over the summer, having not returned back home from an evening out with friends. His parents contacted him the morning after, saying that they had waited up all night and already contacted all of her friends, none of whom knew the whereabouts of his sister. He wrote back, telling them not to worry, then went back to sleep, only to receive an owl later on that evening with the news that his sister had contacted their parents and told them not to look for her. At the suggestion of his wife, Jørn traveled home to Iceland to help in the search for his sister. With authorities, muggle and wizard, involved, he was sure that they would find her soon and he could return home.
But months dragged on, he had gone back home several times, and still there was no sign of his younger sister. His mother was so distraught that she ended up bedridden, sleeping more than she was awake, while his dad spent his days flipping through family albums, waiting for the auburn haired child to rush through the front door. Although he had held felt spite for his sister at times, whatever spite he might have still held for her had dissipated the longer she remained lost. Jørn found himself spending time in her room, pouring over her journals in a desperate attempt to find anything that might lead him to her or at least give a hint as to where she might be.
He was walking through a dense forest not too far from the family home when he caught a glimpse of a robe behind a tree a short distance from him. When he moved towards it, a cloaked person shot out from behind the tree, rushing further into the forest, away from him. He chased the person, thinking that it was Eir. But the person he caught was not Eir, but a young boy that looked more frightened than a person should have for simply being caught. The boy begged for his help before leading him deeper into the forest to a makeshift shed, from which he could hear screams coming. Inside the shed, he found his younger sister. She was in labor.
Shock overtook him and he went into action, bending down to his knees to grab hold of his sister’s hand and put the back of his hand to her head. It all became a blur to him in his older years, but he helped Eir deliver the baby, the frightened boy watching in a corner. He watched his baby sister, just fifteen, hold her own baby in her arms, sudden understanding as to why she’d run away from home overcoming him. A plan as to how he’d explain all this to his parents without upsetting them further, especially his mother, was already forming in his mind when a pained expression passed over Eir’s features and she asked him to take the baby. She began to hemorrhage, though Jørn did not know what was happening at the time. Eir seemed to know though, that she wasn’t going to be returning home nor seeing her baby again, because she kissed the little forehead that Jørn held before looking into the eyes of her older brother and asking him to promise her that he would take care of her baby. He promised that he would, of course.
Instead of returning home that day, Jørn returned to Norway, and told his wife about what had happened. He had instructed the boy that had been in the shed to tell authorities he’d found the body of a girl in the shed. Tove, though initially against lying about the baby being her own and keeping the secret from her mother and father-in-law, eventually gave in and agreed that she would pass the baby off as her own. A week later Jørn and Tove were attending the funeral with their two children and the newborn baby of his sister, though to everyone else it was Jørn, Tove, and their three children.
Though Tove wanted her to go to Beauxbaton’s, Asta chose to go to Durmstrang, where she quickly found herself a place in a group of outgoing people. She had always been very close to her older sister, Sunniva, who she affectionately referred to as Sun. When it came time for Sun to consider marriage options, she tagged along at each meeting at the bequest of her older sister. The one time Sun actually showed interest in one of her possible marriage matches was the night after Asta herself had spent a great amount of time speaking to that possible marriage match. She fell asleep knowing in her heart that she too held feelings toward Wodan Stensrud and hating that her sister did too.
It wasn’t long before their family received a marriage proposal from the Stensruds, and Asta had dreaded it, but she was surprised on the day it arrived to learn that it was for her. The Stensruds wanted her as their daughter-in-law, or, perhaps – she had let herself hope – Wodan Stensrud wanted to marry her. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face at the announcement, though the sharp strike against her cheek from her sister brought her down from her temporary moment of elation. Insult after insult had been thrown at her and she had shouted back at her sister, speaking cruel words that she’d later on refused to take back until Sun had taken back what she said. From that moment on, the relationship between Asta and Sun became volatile, even after Sun had married another man.
The marriage between Asta and Wodan was not only good for their families but for the two, because they truly did have feelings for each other. After marriage, the couple moved to England and soon their first child was born. Their first child was a daughter and Asta had been immensely joyful to hold the little babe in her arms. The little smiles she would be given by her baby everyday did not cover-up the glances and subtle comments from family members in letters and other women in polite company about her lack of a son. It was a weight off her shoulders to give birth to Rasin, her sweet boy. While she may have been a strict disciplinary at times, Asta has always believed she was doing what was best for her children and only realized her mistakes after she’d made them, of course. She has always restricted what sports her children were allowed to play out of fear for their safety – more specifically, she banned the sport of Quidditch, finding it to be a barbaric sport that could seriously injure her children.
NAME: Paige
AGE: 19
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 5
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF LOVE?: Yes
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RP TERMS UNDER RP: ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW?: Yes
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: one of the staff
DATE: 18 July 2014
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
AGE: 42
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-class
STATUS: Married
OCCUPATION: Lady of the House/Housewife/House Manager
PLAY-BY: Michelle Fairley
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Auburn
SKINTONE: Naturally fair skin that burns and then tans after overexposure to the sunlight.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'8 & 135
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Asta is tall (5’8”), graceful, and womanly in appearance. She takes after her mother’s side of the family, bearing high cheekbones, vivid blue eyes and long, thick auburn hair. She has long fingers, soft hands, and a warm smile that is not at all rare to be seen.
NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: Hair styling, horseback-riding (side saddle), remembering details, flower arranging, and socializing.
MAGICAL SKILLS: Protective charms and Astronomy, which was her favorite subject in school.
WEAKNESSES: Tends to conform to wishes of others; at times too rigid or demanding of self/others; overbearing in regards to her children; indecisive; judgmental; too altruistic.
STRENGTHS: Supportive, Patient, Diplomatic (though this only developed once her children were a bit older and began to argue with one another), Disciplined, open-minded to a point.
QUIRKS & HABITS: Taps her foot when bored; is oddly good at braiding hair; detests slang and will correct those who use it; is extremely ticklish; unintentionally mixes up her sons names when angry with one of them; has a weakness for rescuing stray animals; writes with her left hand but does everything else right-handed; always carries around change in her pocket to give to beggars/homeless.
OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: As a child, Asta was very playful and often teased or frightened her siblings with objects and creatures they were either fearful of or by reciting entries from their journals. She has always been headstrong, willful, and courageous, though the headstrong part of her has withered with age. She is a kind, caring, and loving mother to her children, though she tends to show even more love and affection to her eldest son, in an attempt to make up for the lack thereof from his father. It is one of the most obvious traits she bares: her strong motherly love. Compassionate, trusting, and always willing to aid others, she will try to offer comfort and hopes to those whom she feels are troubled. Tough and assertive, she has the demeanor of a meek wife in public; but at the same time, she has a very compassionate and loyal spirit. Her softer side is frequently demonstrated in the presence of her children and husband. She also has a mild tendency to hold grudges and a strong dislike for dirty or unsanitary things.
BIRTH PLACE: Åsgårdstrand, Norway
PARENTS: Jørn Helge Thorisdottir (Þórisdóttir) and Tove Kari Løyte (Biologically Eir Thorisdottir and an unknown father)
SIBLINGS: Vegard Joar Thorisdottir (49), Sunniva Oda Oftebro (45), Bård Emil Thorisdottir (39), Lise Siri Søhoel (34)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Wodan Brandr Stensrud
CHILDREN: Laila Solveig Stensrud, Rasin Sigdag Stensrud, Leif Alfwin Stensrud (15), Linnea Illona Stensrud (13), Alva Lucinda Stensrud (12)
OTHERS: Nieces and nephews.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Warm summer days spent by the sea, the waves rushing forward to greet her as her toes became buried even deeper in the wet sand are what Asta remembers most from her early childhood. And next the white, pure stars that were swirling in the sky, the North wind aiding their movement as they floated down upon the earth softly. Three children spinning around in a circular motion, hands clasped and faces turned upwards to greet the flakes of white with large grins. The wind was icy as it bit at their fingers and kissed the cheeks of the trio. Laughter erupted from the eldest girl as the only boy among the trio released his grip on the youngest girl long enough to wipe away flecks of the crystallized water that had landed on the bridge of his nose. His hand rejoined with the youngest girl’s, the eldest began to sing a song, and the younger joined in shortly after. It was serene, a heavenly moment in time.
When she would ask her mother to tell her just how she came from her belly, Tove would repeat the same story: It was a very cool evening and I was cooking dinner for papa, Vegard and Sun when I felt a pain in my belly. Papa took me to the hospital and a few hours later I was holding the most beautiful baby with thick red hair in my arms. This is a lie, a story fabricated to hide the truth of Asta’s birth. The truth is one that Jørn and Tove decided was best kept secret, carried to their graves. And that truth is that Asta is not their daughter, but their niece.
Jørn’s sister, Eir, was only fifteen when she went missing over the summer, having not returned back home from an evening out with friends. His parents contacted him the morning after, saying that they had waited up all night and already contacted all of her friends, none of whom knew the whereabouts of his sister. He wrote back, telling them not to worry, then went back to sleep, only to receive an owl later on that evening with the news that his sister had contacted their parents and told them not to look for her. At the suggestion of his wife, Jørn traveled home to Iceland to help in the search for his sister. With authorities, muggle and wizard, involved, he was sure that they would find her soon and he could return home.
But months dragged on, he had gone back home several times, and still there was no sign of his younger sister. His mother was so distraught that she ended up bedridden, sleeping more than she was awake, while his dad spent his days flipping through family albums, waiting for the auburn haired child to rush through the front door. Although he had held felt spite for his sister at times, whatever spite he might have still held for her had dissipated the longer she remained lost. Jørn found himself spending time in her room, pouring over her journals in a desperate attempt to find anything that might lead him to her or at least give a hint as to where she might be.
He was walking through a dense forest not too far from the family home when he caught a glimpse of a robe behind a tree a short distance from him. When he moved towards it, a cloaked person shot out from behind the tree, rushing further into the forest, away from him. He chased the person, thinking that it was Eir. But the person he caught was not Eir, but a young boy that looked more frightened than a person should have for simply being caught. The boy begged for his help before leading him deeper into the forest to a makeshift shed, from which he could hear screams coming. Inside the shed, he found his younger sister. She was in labor.
Shock overtook him and he went into action, bending down to his knees to grab hold of his sister’s hand and put the back of his hand to her head. It all became a blur to him in his older years, but he helped Eir deliver the baby, the frightened boy watching in a corner. He watched his baby sister, just fifteen, hold her own baby in her arms, sudden understanding as to why she’d run away from home overcoming him. A plan as to how he’d explain all this to his parents without upsetting them further, especially his mother, was already forming in his mind when a pained expression passed over Eir’s features and she asked him to take the baby. She began to hemorrhage, though Jørn did not know what was happening at the time. Eir seemed to know though, that she wasn’t going to be returning home nor seeing her baby again, because she kissed the little forehead that Jørn held before looking into the eyes of her older brother and asking him to promise her that he would take care of her baby. He promised that he would, of course.
Instead of returning home that day, Jørn returned to Norway, and told his wife about what had happened. He had instructed the boy that had been in the shed to tell authorities he’d found the body of a girl in the shed. Tove, though initially against lying about the baby being her own and keeping the secret from her mother and father-in-law, eventually gave in and agreed that she would pass the baby off as her own. A week later Jørn and Tove were attending the funeral with their two children and the newborn baby of his sister, though to everyone else it was Jørn, Tove, and their three children.
Though Tove wanted her to go to Beauxbaton’s, Asta chose to go to Durmstrang, where she quickly found herself a place in a group of outgoing people. She had always been very close to her older sister, Sunniva, who she affectionately referred to as Sun. When it came time for Sun to consider marriage options, she tagged along at each meeting at the bequest of her older sister. The one time Sun actually showed interest in one of her possible marriage matches was the night after Asta herself had spent a great amount of time speaking to that possible marriage match. She fell asleep knowing in her heart that she too held feelings toward Wodan Stensrud and hating that her sister did too.
It wasn’t long before their family received a marriage proposal from the Stensruds, and Asta had dreaded it, but she was surprised on the day it arrived to learn that it was for her. The Stensruds wanted her as their daughter-in-law, or, perhaps – she had let herself hope – Wodan Stensrud wanted to marry her. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face at the announcement, though the sharp strike against her cheek from her sister brought her down from her temporary moment of elation. Insult after insult had been thrown at her and she had shouted back at her sister, speaking cruel words that she’d later on refused to take back until Sun had taken back what she said. From that moment on, the relationship between Asta and Sun became volatile, even after Sun had married another man.
The marriage between Asta and Wodan was not only good for their families but for the two, because they truly did have feelings for each other. After marriage, the couple moved to England and soon their first child was born. Their first child was a daughter and Asta had been immensely joyful to hold the little babe in her arms. The little smiles she would be given by her baby everyday did not cover-up the glances and subtle comments from family members in letters and other women in polite company about her lack of a son. It was a weight off her shoulders to give birth to Rasin, her sweet boy. While she may have been a strict disciplinary at times, Asta has always believed she was doing what was best for her children and only realized her mistakes after she’d made them, of course. She has always restricted what sports her children were allowed to play out of fear for their safety – more specifically, she banned the sport of Quidditch, finding it to be a barbaric sport that could seriously injure her children.
NAME: Paige
AGE: 19
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 5
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF LOVE?: Yes
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RP TERMS UNDER RP: ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW?: Yes
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: one of the staff
DATE: 18 July 2014
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Already done with first app.