Astrid 
Astrid s'assit à la fin de la longue table, les jambes grimpèrent dessus. Elle se penchait dans sa chaise, elle regardait les hommes se caresser les putes et se buvaient à l'idiot. Qu'est-ce que vous attendiez de plus des hommes, ils étaient tous les mêmes. De son siège à la toute fin de la table, elle pouvait voir tout le monde assis le long de la table, se classant du plus bas au plus haut, jusqu'à la Reine. Elle était assise à sa propre table, apparemment convaincue qu'elle était meilleure que n'importe laquelle d'entre elles. La garce riche coincée. Plus tôt elle a eu son argent et a fini avec cet endroit, mieux c'est. Pendant ce temps, Astrid allait s'asseoir ici et profiter du faisan rôti avec de la sauce aux mûres. Une chose qu'elle a dû admettre, la nourriture ici était certainement meilleure que tout ce qu'elle pouvait obtenir à l'extérieur.
Jorrick s'est levé et a prononcé un discours devant la compagnie de fer. Pour la plupart, Astrid l'a ignorée, elle était ici pour l'argent, pas pour les idées trompeuses de l'héroïsme religieux. Elle a remarqué que c'était fait quand les hommes autour d'elle ont commencé à crier et à applaudir, renversant l'alcool partout. Le vin de l'homme à côté d'elle a volé dans l'air pulvérisant sur tous ses cheveux, tournant les cheveux blond blanc rouge. La colère s'est évanouie dans son estomac et elle s'est levée soudainement, sa chaise reculant en arrière, L'homme qui avait renversé le vin, n'avait même pas remarqué qu'elle se levait. Retirant son poing, elle l'a lancé dans le nez de l'homme, provoquant un jet de sang et de l'eau dans les yeux.
Son rire profond a été coupé soudainement quand il est tombé de sa chaise sur le sol dur. Grâce à la combinaison du coup de poing et de sa consommation massive d'alcool, l'homme ne s'est pas levé. Il irait bien le matin, sauf pour son nez cassé. Respirant profondément en regardant le corps endormi, Astrid s'approcha et balaya les cheveux du côté droit de sa tête. Il est sorti collant et rouge. "Enfoiré d'ivrogne." Les hommes autour d'elle l'avaient vue faire tomber les hommes. Au lieu de ce qu'elle s'attend à ce qu'il se produise, peur de briller dans leurs yeux et conversation pour se plonger, les hommes ont commencé à hurler dans le rire de l'homme qui était maintenant inconscient par une femme. Le nez astrique s'est arrosé de colère et a dégoûté les hommes, mais n'a fait que s'asseoir dans la chaise qu'elle avait repoussée.
- Oui.
Joachim, Théodore, Guinand et Wren! Sors ton cul du lit et monte en vitesse! Rand et Astrid, ça va aussi pour vous! ► Les yeux se cassant Astrid s'est rapidement levée du lit dur dans lequel elle dormait, se demandant pourquoi elle se réveillait si vite. Elle n'était pas trop mal après hier soir, mais elle pouvait imaginer que certains des autres, en particulier les hommes, ne seraient pas heureux de l'éveil grossier. Habille-toi, Astrid a remarqué une quantité inhabituelle d'attention centrée sur elle. Elle se retourna et vit que certains hommes regardaient sa silhouette semi-nue. Ce n'était pas comme si elle s'exposait intentionnellement. Face ridée dans le dégoût, elle se précipita sur son pantalon et s'enfonça dans la chemise conçue pour un homme.
En marchant dans le couloir, Astrid a remarqué Joachim marchant exceptionnellement près d'elle. Elle s'est tournée vers lui qui grogne, "Quelque chose que tu veux?" Enfin, il a parlé de bégaiement sur ses mots dans une sorte d'excuses, "A-Astrid, regarde, je voudrais m'excuser de dire que vos cheveux sentent le sang. Ce n'était pas très gentil de ma part et je me rends compte maintenant que c'était mal de ma part de le dire, que ce soit vrai ou non. En fait, je suppose que c'est vrai puisque tu es un guerrier féroce et tout. Alors peut-être que c'est un compliment.. Je ne sais pas, écoute, je suis juste désolé que je l'ai dit ok?" Elle a d'abord été choquée par les hommes carrément excuses. En ce temps d'âge, c'était rare pour quelque chose comme ça. En pensant à l'époque où le commentaire avait eu lieu, Astrid pouvait se souvenir qu'il avait trébuché vers lui, à moitié ivre, mais pas aussi mauvais que certains des autres hommes. Le sang et le vin étaient dans ses cheveux de l'homme qu'elle avait frappé, donc c'était un commentaire juste de dire qu'elle a probablement regardé et senti comme du sang à l'époque. Je ne sais pas comment répondre à tout ce qu'elle a gâché, c'était "Frappe-toi".
Astrid Hallows
If We Die, We Die, But First We'll Live
Full name: Astrid Elizabeth Hallows
Titles: Street Rat
Rank: Boar
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: 

Personality: Astrid was always a very straightforward person. She wanted something, she would get it. Nothing would stop her from getting her way, even if it meant lieing, cheating, stealing, killing, nothing was below her. She would always try her very hardest until she finally achieved her goal. Most saw her as cold and distant for what she did, but she was worse than that. The only way she could get any respect from the men of the world were if they were terrified of her and what she could do.
History:
Astrid's life started out in the dirt and mud. Born in the streets, she struggled for survival since the beginning. At first she tried to get food by relying on the kindness of others, though it soon became evident to her that this world was a greedy one. People had no sympathy for a lowly street rat. They would spit in her direction and deliberately walk out of the way to make sure they didn't even brush her. No, depending on the kindness of others would get her nowhere. Instead she would have to take what she needed, through any means necessary.
The sword came whistling out of the air, and Astrid's dagger barely managed to catch it. The blade, tiny in comparison to the massive one wielded against her, flew out of her hands into the mud. She scrambled for it, desperately trying to reach it before her attacker struck again, but one of the men standing in the circle around them kicked it out of the way, spraying dirt and mud into her face. A piece landed in her eye stinging badly. Turning around she saw the man approaching her laughing at her scrambling around in the dirt. Anger filling her she pushed off from the ground, flying towards the man. She managed to catch him by surprise, but it was not enough.
Before even one of her fists could land a blow on him, he had whipped the pommel of the sword against her head. Stunned, Astrid fell back to the muddy ground. Through her bleary vision she could see the men around her laughing at how easily the street rat woman had been defeated. It was an unfair fight, sending one of their biggest men against such a small woman with only a dagger, but it had made good fun for them.
Astrid eyes snapped back to the approaching giant. His sword rested against her throat just hard enough to draw a tiny stream of blood. His gruff voice rang out to the men around, "Foolish girl, you should never have challenged me to a battle. What did you think was going to happen? You would have been smart to just take your beating and be done with it." Looking up at the surrounding circle of men he called out, "No this girl had to be stupid enough to try and battle me!" he threw his head back and laughed, old yellow teeth showing. Kneeling down before her, his face close to hers, she could hear every breathe. Hear heart fluttered in her chest like a dying bird. She avoided looking into his eyes. After a moment he spoke, voice low and threatening "I'll let you live... just because, but you had better not try anything again, scum girl."
He stood spitting on the mud before her. Turning to leave, Astrid's body filled with heat and anger. Pushing herself to her feet, she struggled after him. His back was turned to her and he hadn't notice her get up. Her body burned from the beating she had just received and blood was dripping from numerous cuts along her body where he had been toying with her. As she reached him, her hands grabbed onto the fur pelt hanging around his neck and used this as leverage for her kick. Her foot shot out landing on his Achilles heel. The tendon tensed under the pressure and collapsed and giant before her fell to his knees in a cry of anguish. Hands moving quickly she threw them around his head, one on the chin and the other the back of the head. With a sharp twist and a loud crack, the mans neck was broken. His dead body, no longer held up by his will fell into the mud, splattering it across his dull, expressionless face.
That was the moment when Astrid first proved herself. Killing that man showed to the others that she was made of something, something more. Men feared her and what she could and would do. He was not the last she was forced to kill, and certainly wouldn't be the last. The only reason she joined the Iron Company was because of the chest of gold she heard she would receive for her service. They accepted anyone, so joining was not an issue.
Skills:
Hand to hand combat
knife fighting
fighting dirty
hell-bent on surviving
Dreams and fears: Astrid's dreams are to simply live, to live and thrive. She wants to be the ruler of a small providence on the coast. Some place she can watch grow and turn into a bustling town. Like most people she fears death. She will go to desperate measures to make sure she doesn't die, no matter the cost to anyone around her.
Favored equipment: Mostly wears hardened leather armor, except for steel shoulder and elbow pads. She also carries knives in both boots and a long sword across her back, though she prefers to use her knifes.
Extra: Nothing is below Astrid, she will go to great lengths to achieve her personal goals. As long as it benefits her, she will probably go for it. She also has a small cut running across her left eyebrow preventing hair from growing, unlike the half of her head which she shaves on purpose in order to help her retain some sense of respect from men.