BERG, ANGRBODAWIP)

[ANGRBODA BERG]

Evil when we are in its power is not felt as evil
but as a necessity, or even a duty.

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS, TAKE IT SLOW
WAIT FOR THEM TO ASK YOU WHO YOU KNOW

FULL NAME Angrboda Berg
NICKNAMES The Wendigo,  Man-eater(literally), Anna 
AGE 4500
GENDER Female
SPECIES Original Wendigo (true form)
SPECIAL ABILITIES, POWERS, ETC.  
WENDIGO ABILITIES- Like their less gruesome kin(werewolves), as a wendigo Anna is very strong, fast, and able to stay young and live for much longer than any normal being. If she is injured/sick, by devouring said part of a human/werewolf in conjunction to what part of her body was injured/sick, she can very quickly heal herself. Otherwise it takes a little more time. She cannot re-grow limbs if they have been cut off, but she can replace them with another being's. She is not controlled by the moon and can transform into her true form whenever she pleases.  

COLD - Having an innate power over the chill of winter makes a wendigo a very fearsome enemy/ally. within a 50 foot radius around herself, she can drop the temperature around her to -20 F and lower still if she can keep it up. 
    

WEAKNESSES 
WENDIGO WEAKNESSES - Fire, silver bullets, poisoned flesh, vampire flesh, death blows. A particular weakness is that of being stuck within her true form until the sun rises. As in, if she took to her true form at the rising of the sun on one day, she would have to wait till the next before she could change back into a human. Its the main reason why she doesn't transform in the morning unless necessary. To stay young and live long, she must consume a human(or other creature) at least every week, if not sooner, otherwise she grows weak and begins to age. 

FAMINE - Due to the wendigo curse, despite all the abilities she may have, she is constantly starving, hungry for food and drink of any sort. In moments of desperation, she has even resorted to consuming expendable pieces of her own flesh until she can find even a small morsel.

SANITY - Because of her constant starvation, she is always focused on one thing, food. Well, more than one thing, but food always travels to the forefront of her mind whenever she isn't busy. Often times she has to 'take a step back' and evaluate what she is about to say or do, otherwise she just goes to that. 

SIBLINGS - As a 'pack' of four, and the very first of their kind, they depend on each other to stabilize themselves and set an 'example' of sorts for wendigo who followed after them. As brothers and sisters, they help each other to control their hunger and make important decisions as a whole for the entire family. Without each other, the wendigo may have died off a long time ago.


SEXUALITY Heterosexual
PLAYED BY Abbey Lee Kershaw

PLEASE DON'T MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES,
YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF THE ABUSE

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father - forgotten - deceased
mother - forgotten - deceased
brother(elder) - hjort berg - alive|wendigo (jordan berg)
brother(elder) - vidarr berg - alive|wendigo (darren berg)
sister(younger) - kelda berg - alive|wendigo (kelsie berg)


Long before your people existed, I, my family and my people did. My brothers Hjort and Vidarr came before me, I being the middle child and eventually the eldest daughter once Kelda was born. Out of our family, I and my sister were the only ones with truly blonde hair, flaxen and white as the snow on the mountain. Father called us his little isdøtre, daughters of ice. Little did he know that his prediction would come true, that we would become one with the cold around us.

We lived in the great mountains of Norway, traveling across the glaciers to reach our king down below. The trek was always dangerous, but worthwhile. We brought down things no man or woman had ever seen and brought things back to our home in the mountains. As a youth, I never truly understood why we served a king who lived below us, but my mother always swung my train of thought to other things.. Like becoming a shield maiden or worshiping the gods. I decided it was best to worship Hodur, the god of darkness and winter. I constantly lived in a winter-like environment which was cast in great darkness from time to time. The darkness was frankly most frightening when one was upon the mountain or when winter raged outside. I prayed that he would guide me through the darkness and allow me to survive the winter, of which he did.

My mother tried and failed to persuade me to worship other gods, but Hodur would provide us with food in the winter and guidance in the darkness, I needed no other. He would give me strength in battle, make me fast, powerful, and dangerous as a raging winter storm. Hodur would guide me through the darkness, opening my eyes to see what lay within and aid me in striking down my foes in the deep cold blackness of the night. This was the result of Hodur's favor, and I gave my life to him for his aid. Whether my siblings followed suit, I did not care. The gods are worshipped by all, some just more than others.

As with many viking villages, we were called to war and to protect our land.. Mostly our king's land, but still, our land, and to travel forth with others to invade new lands and take from them what we desired. We began far south, alongside other vikings, in the Spartan lands. They were easily defeated, and goods of all sorts were brought back home to our king, and we never saw such things again. He hoarded them away, but my village did not care. We lived in and off the mountains, what need did we have for anything but shields, armor, and weapons. I was trained to survive on very little, without a single growl from my belly.

Again, we were called out to travel from our mountain and join the others to raid the Christian lands, full of food and riches I and my siblings had never before seen. It was exciting, but we kept such emotions to ourselves. It was dangerous to reveal anything outside of a grin to others, no matter if they were our sisters and brothers in war and under the gaze of the gods. Again, the king took all the riches and this time, my elder brother Vidarr and I, grew irritated at such actions. We had worked hard to gain such goods, we deserved a portion, correct? Hjort waved it off and simply told us to take up weapons and shields, to forget his actions and head for the mountains.

And then, war came upon our king like a swift arrow, and he was slaughtered, replaced by a new king, Ivar, and his queen, Freya. We came down and paid our respects, only to return to the mountain once more. Life was good, children came into our village and the winter storms were few and far between. The summers were good, meat easy to find and trade between our village and the village of the king was established. Now we had more than simple pelts and worn mail. We gained finer clothes, stronger armor and weapons, and our lives became much easier. I thanked Hodur a thousand times over for his favor in battle and favor in allowing us to live.

Till our sister village was attacked, we simply trained and climbed the mountains and glacier, making ourselves stronger and always prepared for war.. Which is what we were called for one last time. We came down the mountain as soon as we heard of the attack of the barbarians, cutting off a number of which who had decided to use the mountain as a tactical hideaway. They were slaughtered in the storms of the mountain, many thanks to Hodur, and we cut off what might have been a killing blow to our sister village and our king and queen. *laughs* We sent their heads to the king with our next trade, demonstrating our loyalty and brutality. When it came to a fight, the vikings of winter were not to be trifled with.

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