Alvina Odinsdóttir

• Name: Alvina
• Last name: Odinsdóttir
• Title:  I have no title but slave
• Age: 17
• Place of birth: Uddevalla
• Place of residence:  Uddevalla
• Rank: Thrall
• Personality:
        → Great Traits Fearless ,Honest , Imaginative
        → Bad Traits compulsive ,foolish, gullible
        → Likes Snow, Rain, Animals, sugar
        → Dislikes Vidar , knifes, yelling, death
 
• Appareance:
        → Skin tone: Pale
        → Hair color: Brown
        → Hair style: waist length curly
        → Eye color: Blue
        → Height: 5'18
        → Weight: 110lb
        → Build: underweight
        → Tattoos: None

• Parents:
       → Mother A English women
       → Father A English Man
• Siblings: Unknown
• History: Alvina’s mother had been an English women who had been brought back as a slave.  A slave that they had not known was pregnant until they arrived to their new destination. Her mother didn’t survive childbirth as well. The journey and birth had been to much. Leaving Alvina all lone as an orphan. Because her mother had died and the king was now short a Thrall, Alvina was kept and raised to replace her mother when she was old enough to work and listen to orders. Her childhood had been mostly bad, fallowing around the other slaves to keep from getting in trouble. The other slave women had cared for her, and tried to do their best to protect her when they could. One had also tried to explain to her that she wasn’t Viking, but a saxton. That had gotten both Alvina and the older slave women in trouble. It was never brought up again.

She had been defiant as a small child, but as she was punished, the punishment getting worse and worse each time Alvina started to calm down. She would do her very best to stay out of the way and not be seen. Spending her time trying to learn everything that she would need to know to be a good thrall, but still trying to not gain to much attention from others. It worked for her most of the time, but her curiosity had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count. She just loved to sneak outside and see the kingdom. Winter being her favorite time to seek out. She loves snow more than any other weather. It was cold and it hurt you if you were in it to long, but it was also beautiful.

When Alvina was finally of an age that the king thought she was able to serve she has been marked. It has been the worst pain she had ever felt, and from that moment on she secretly hated him. He had changed from when she was a little girl. He had lost a lot, and it made him cold and angry. He became cruel and Alvina wanted nothing more than to try and run away, but she knew if she did she would be found and killed. His mark would forever be on her body,  way that he and anyone else would always know who she belongs too. She still hopes that one day she can run away in the dead of night and make it to freedom. She just has to wait until the right moment. She would be the perfect thrall so the king and his men never see it coming. Then when her moment came she would be free. She would run away like his son had run. If the prince could do it, then so could she.


• Faceclaim: Anna Popplewell