Ylva Theodulus

The Mask
Pronouns:	She/They/It
Real Age:	28
Apparent Age:	38
Birthday:	December 15th, 1993
Height:	4ft 6in
Weight:	176lbs
Build:	Stacked
Concepts:	She Wolf Slave of God A Tattoo Artist
Public:	Striking Looks(Intimidating): •• Small Framed •• Fleet of Foot: ••• Gentrified Bearing •• Presence •••••• Autumn Mantle •••

The Mien
Seeming:	Beast
Kith:	None!
Court:	Autumn
Position:	None
Motley:	None
Needle:	Dynamo
Thread:	Hunger
Cult:	None

“Everything in this room is edbile,
even me. But that would be cannibalism."
— Tim Burton

“You think you can frighten me with your hell, don't you.
I have been to hell and back, I have walked in those fires. Alone."
— Unknown

Description:

Mask!

Their mask shows someone who has made success in their life, someone that has had to fight their way from the bottom rung of the ladder to their way at the top. She may be short, but she is not someone to stand against. If you stand in her way you may yourself on the floor. They seem to spend most of their time in positions that look awfully uncomfortable but seem happy for hours that way. Their hair is a brilliant White with the left side always kept relatively close shaved, they have a tattoo on their shave of ivy that goes all the way to their hip. Her hair is usually braided along the shave line, this draws attention to it which may or may not be the goal. They have bone tunnels in their ears though they are often hidden, what is harder to miss is their forked tongue and the fact that their face is about the only part of them not covered in tattoo's.

Mien!

Their Mien is one that shows a life in Arcadia where they were not in a form anything like their mask. They have black fur covering most of their body with large canine teeth extending over their lips, Fox ears protrude from the top of their head, a swarm of tails from their lower back. Silver and purple lines move across their fur, scars? or something more. Their Eyes are each a different colour, one a deep blood red and the other a mystical swirling blue. The hair on the top of their head is white and travels a long way down their back. Their mask is intimidating, but they have to try at it. This has a presence that even their mask cannot obtain. A power, a force that doesn't have anything to prove.

Mantle!

Her Mantle is the smell and sound of a campfire, the sound of leaves cracking under your feet as they walk and the taste of Smores in your mouth.

Roleplaying Hooks:

Carve your place in this world!

Ylva is a tattoo artist and piercer, she is all for having the body you want. Before Arcadia this was the end of it, now they do a few more hardcore body mods. Their tongue has been split since she returned. Has every person left their studio with what they wanted, probably not. Has everyone left its studio. No.

Fuck me, but don't fuck with me!

Ylva is around for a good time and is willing to provide any sort of fun your after. She can give you the body you want, the night you want. Heck she is after a good time herself whatever that means to what he made her into. But don't think for one second that you can walk over her. She is here for a good time and a long time, respect that. Or you just might find out what its like to find yourself in the garbage disposal.

A Powerful Pawn

Ylva was gifted far more power than most of The Glistening Gods slaves. She was the pup at his side wherever he went. If any disputes happened it was Ylva that dealt with those. Be they Goblin or Changeling, he fed its hunger, its hunger grew. Now she craves it, even now she cannot get away from the hunger he gave them.

A gap in love

Ylva was gone for only a night as far as her loving wife was aware but decades? Longer? In Arcadia, she has aged about a decade in the time she was gone. But how does she reconcile that with my lover, how do they reconcile with a world it no longer feel a part of. They spent so long as the hound of The Glistening God, how does it go back to being normal.

Contacts

Aksel Arkwright

Pulled me out of the Hedge, kept me sane. Kept me from eating that which I shouldn't. Gives frankly the best cuddles.

Vorpal

Saves me from myself, reminds me that im not like them, holds me when I cant remember that. *Swooning Noises* Makes me feel safe and at home and like somehow, despite everything. It will all be okay when im with her.

Laura Walker

Im not alone, she has the same hunger, the same drive. I tried to eat her when we first met and now, well now I want to lay in her arms and fall asleep feeling safe.

Asbolus

A good talking buddy, a Friend? Maybe. Enjoys his tea and we are more alike than I would think possible with one so unlike myself.

Klaire Henriette

My lover, she found me when I was doing my best to hide, when I was at my lowest and alone. Now she is working with the Mages, she knows enough to help. Im still scared im going to hurt her in the end.

Evan Shaw

He's something like what I used to be. Told me I had to swear off of it to be safe. It was too hard line for me. I found another way out. I wonder what he will think of that.

Avery Frisk

They are scared and afraid of being alone, maybe more afraid of being alone than being with someone toxic. They hear so much, too much. Good with knives which is, a problem. Fun to paint with though, a good student.

Sigrun Ljosdottir

She is a good friend, even if im not. Makes an amazing Thane. Can leave me drooling and still make me feel loved. Its a good quality. I shunned her help and can only hope that I can earn back her trust.