ashildrERIKSDOTTIR
twenty-six
five foot, eleven inches
one-thirty-five
varied hair
hazel eyes
human : townsfolk
not affiliated : pack
sister: brunhildr eriksdottir,
astrid gunnarsdottir
father: erik sigurdarson
mother: anna arnadottir
clothing designer
self-employed
single
no children
ruby
ephemeralsongs
kate lambert
Áshildr Eriksdóttir was a woman born into a very long line of Nordic ancestry. Although her family has mixed and ranged all throughout Scandinavia, Finland, and even Sweden, she was Icelandic in roots for at least two generations. Her upbringing was typical for living in Iceland, however she much enjoyed wrestling with the boys over playing with dolls. Most of her time was spent out in the woods, just listening to nature and trying to become one with it. She had very much love for anything having to do with outdoors and adventures.
One day, when she was but only a sprouting teen, her family moved to the states. Why, she had no real idea - all she knew was her father had a dream for his family. She was a beautiful young girl with a talent for many things, such as art. As she grew up bouncing around, her father always moving them for business, she had come to pick up interests like clothing design and fashion - but her fashion was unique. Steampunk Couture. When it came time for college, she gladly took the leap into Design and inevitably made a career out of her learned talent. Living in mostly cities she couldn't find a woodland place to waste away her days - this was the only thing that made her feel a little happier. There was also modeling she did on the side - inevitably leading her into another success. Now, making her own adventures, looking for something new, she didn't once look behind her or let who she was define who she wanted to be. Taking up her third hobby which led her into her psycho trip, riding. Her bike was her baby, her only baby, and she loved her to death.