Astrid 
Astrid se branlait autour d'elle en regardant les cadavres qui jonchaient le sol. Des boucliers verts, des lances cassées, des flèches, tous couchés à travers le sol dans des piscines de sang. En portant son épée, elle marcha vers une épée qui avait été poignardée dans le sol près de Wren. Elle se demande ce que la stupidité en elle-même lui a fait croire qu'elle pouvait ou devrait même former une sorte de relation avec Wren. Marcher jusqu'au corps le plus proche, elle l'a poignardé dans la gorge. Laisser passer un moment pour voir si c'était mort, elle l'a balancé et est passée à la suivante. Elle aurait dû laisser Wren se débrouiller toute seule. L'indépendance. C'était le but ici. Pas de cordes attachées, pas de liens. C'est dégueulasse. Un autre cou écrasé par la fin de la lance. Cette fois avec un cri. Ça n'a pas duré longtemps. Elle regardait dans les yeux du soldat mourant avec des yeux blancs et sans soins.
Dès qu'Astrid eut vérifié que chaque corps était mort, elle suivit les autres jusqu'aux écuries, tout en s'affolant. Elle avait tué son cheval et a fini par revenir au château. Elle aurait préféré rentrer chez elle. Une fois de plus, elle a attrapé le plus proche de la porte et est sortie sans attendre personne d'autre. Avant de quitter la ville, elle s'est arrêtée avant Atl. Sautant du cheval devant lui, elle s'y tenait pour un second regard sur lui avant d'atteindre et d'attraper la «trophie» autour de son cou. Elle l'a regardé momentanément avant de dire, "Vous pourriez vouloir cacher ceci, les villageois ne sont pas aussi forts que vous et moi." Se détournant sans attendre une réponse, elle s'en retourna sur son cheval et s'en alla.
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Avec le château en vue, elle s'égarait du reste vers la gauche. Sans un mot au gang, elle est allée dans les bois jusqu'à un ruisseau qu'elle se souvenait d'être à proximité. Le sang a été câliné sur son visage... et les bras... et les jambes... à peu près toutes ses parties avaient desséché le sang et il était peu probable que la reine sentirait le besoin d'avoir un bain tiré pour eux. Attachant le cheval à un arbre, elle dépouilla rapidement son armure légère et glissa dans l'eau. Il faisait froid, la faisant connaître de l'hiver qui s'approchait, mais pas assez froid pour l'empêcher d'entrer. Soupirant, elle se dirigea vers le fond du cours d'eau et laissa couler l'eau sur elle. Lentement, comme l'érosion, le sang durci s'est déversé d'elle. En regardant le cours d'eau, elle pouvait voir l'eau devenir légèrement rouge et s'enfuir de son corps.
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.