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Hälla Viare
Fundamentals
Full Name
Hälla Viare
Aliases
Viper, Ossuary, the. Οχιά.
Age
Immortal
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Abrosexual
Species
Equine / Unicorn
Height
14.1hh
Location
Alanaris
An intrepid woman hardened by time and trial, Hälla is the joint creation of a tortured soul and a desert viper. Both intelligent, wild, vicious—and yet separate in their goals. Where the soul was a self-serving cynic with bitter expectations for the world, the heart entombed within the Catacombs of Solterra was a pious, selfless thing. Upon awakening, the juxtaposition of her heart and her head made for a dizzying approach into this new world.

She stepped from the shadows of her tomb and into the desert light without any expectations. Those were taken from her a long time ago: with her home, her family, and her grey morality.

Since then, she's already come far. World walking with a man now bonded to her soul, they've fallen through time together - to the cusp of a world on the brink of anarchy - and to the place upon which she would regain her memories.

"We're all in our private traps. Clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out."
Partner
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Ex-Partner(s)
Shresth, so many others slut

Parents
White Lie x Aella
Sibling(s)
Libra, ✝ Zori, ✝ Illias
Children
Fletcher, Shardul, Faustyx
Hälla White Lie Unknown Unknown
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Aella Aequitas Unknown
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Aroxy Unknown
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Design by Alimarije Appearance
For all her softness, she is hardly a creature built to weather the desert from which she was born.

Of remarkably small stature, Hälla is a woman coiffed by the elements: hardened by time and trial, with a ribbon-slim spine that tapers into thin, swaying hips. She is as delicate and vicious as a cobra: a sashaying little creature that has learned to hide her fangs within the litheness of a muscled, feminine body.

But despite the delicate embodiment of her build—barely a hair over fourteen hands and rather slender to boot—she carries the scars of a warrior. Her throat bares evidence of a time something taloned and wild sought to tear it out; her belly the deep rivulets of a gut-hungry wildcat; her lips kissed by war, a too brutal lover.

The juxtaposition of her build is something of a reflection of her character, as is the lovely garb of her markings. With a uniquely complex blaze to encircle her pale eyes and frame the tricolor of her mane, her countenance is a remarkable, snow-brushed crown to the rest of her desert hue.

Collectively, she is undoubtedly a woman of the wilds—with none of the refinement of a city goer, and all the nature of a desert cat.
Personality
An intrepid woman hardened by time and trial, Hälla is the joint creation of a tortured soul and a desert viper. Both intelligent, wild, vicious—and yet separate in their goals. Where the soul was a self-serving cynic with bitter expectations for the world, the heart entombed within the Catacombs of Solterra was a pious, selfless thing. Upon awakening, the juxtaposition of her heart and her head make for a dizzying approach into this new world.

She steps from the shadows of her tomb and into the desert light without any expectations. Those were taken from her a long time ago, with her home, her family, and her grey morality.

What she does possess is an array of conflicted interests, and a deep understanding that, whomever she may be now, Solterra is not as she knew it a decade before. She’s been sleeping for so long that, even if it’d remained unchanging, she’s sure she wouldn’t recognize the desert, anyways.

(Or did she know it at all? Were the dreams a reality for some other sect of her old heart, or just the lie she was fed to make the grueling chime of the clock toll more swiftly? There’s no way of knowing.)

But some facets of the desert never change, and she shares in that permanent wildness, rousing from her too-long sleep with a hankering desire to replenish what was lost. As the sand aches for water, so, too, does she want after the appetites of her soul: love, passion. Belonging.

Whether a decade before or within her dreaming in the catacomb, she once knew family. And as she browses the sand for evidence of her old life, she seeks, too, to grab hold of something to claim as her own.
History
Her past is scattered upon the breeze of distant worlds. A book unfurled from its bindings, with tattered pages thrown unto the void and spread across the cosmos. She is a woman unburdened of her former life, whose tongue has secluded memories to the deepest recesses of her mind, leaving them to pillage the shadows of her inner self.

But the foundations of her life began within the heart of a gypsy family. A soft, pale thing colored to the likeness of frost, her theatrical parents titled her as the Grey from early on. Born to an Artisan and his Star beneath the cover of twilight, entering the world in the embrace of a twin sister, her tale began with storybook perfection and unfurled with the wildness of a young girl, predisposed to inherit her parents’ hunger for adventure.

As it were, she was instead exposed to the harshness of reality at the courtesy of her mother and father’s carelessness. Too youthful and ambitious themselves, Hälla and her sister, Libra, were left to fend for themselves.

A self-made adolescent who sprung into adulthood with a hearty, deeply ingrained measure of distrust, she nonetheless learned to covet the prospect of watered-down family over that of blood. The close-knit clan she developed through her young adulthood—a collection of strange individuals who, for all intents and purposes, were more patchworked than perfect—came to replace the familial love she’d been deprived of for most of her life.

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Hälla’s story is a long, weary tale that she would sooner forget, though she cannot forfeit the loathed and beloved faces that haunt her waking moments. She is both liberated and imprisoned by her life, and yet motivated to see its remainder to a stubbornly surviving fruition.

For through it all—through children and lovers, victory and defeat—she has defied the will of stars and pursued survival with hungry, primitive vengeance.

The universe owes her a debt, and she is hungry to claim it.

What she doesn't know is that the stars have already taken her, swallowed her up among the wind and the sky, setting her spirit adrift to worlds distant and unknown.

Until she comes to Novus; until her soul blends with the dying ember of a desert creature trapped within the catacombs, fanning the hearth of a warrior-woman back to life.

When she awakens, she is something else entirely.
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