brynhild arnaladr.
“ we stood / steady as the stars in the woods / so happy-hearted and the warmth / rang true inside these bones. ”
general.
birth name. brynhild arnaladr.
nicknames. bryn.
date of birth. tba.
age. 21.
gender. non-binary.
pronouns. they/them.
powers. none, but has a spiritual connection to the earth.
species ( if not human / mortal ). human.
sexuality. girls.
place of birth. arendelle, norway.
current residence. elias.
occupation. heir to the throne.
appearance.
height. 5′5.
build. a liil stocky.
hair colour/style. red hair, wavy, just above shoulder-length, usually worn out or in a bun. used to have an undercut. @ liv hewson, would love to see u with an undercut.
eye colour. blue.
piercings. pierced ears.
tattoos. none.
notable markings. light freckles, scar on their knee from a nasty fall when they were little.
glasses/contacts? no.
faceclaim. liv hewson.
health.
physical ailments. none.
allergies. none.
sleeping habits. fairly regular. not opposed to staying up late for stupid shit. has been known to function on too little sleep for a little too long.
eating habits. eh. they make do. probably eats too much chocolate.
body temperature. runs warm.
dominant hand. right-handed.
drugs / smoke / alcohol? no / no / occasionally.
personality.
tropes. elemental motif, earthy barefoot character, reluctant ruler, innocently insensitive, determinator.
positive traits. kind, grounded, loyal, honest, reliable.
negative traits. stubborn, blunt, arrogant, insensitive.
usual mood. annoyed.
likes. hiking, walking barefoot in the forest, warm cobblestones, ocean breeze, being right, tying ropes on the arendelle docks, listening to their mother’s stories, climbing the earth giants, arguing.
dislikes. feeling uncertain, the prospect of following their mother’s footsteps, sugar-coating things, littering.
bad habits. speaking without thinking, digging their heels in even when they’re wrong, slight tendency to self-isolate.
relationships.
mother. anna arnaladr.
father. ???.
siblings. none.
children. none.
birth order. only child.
significant others. none. except for whatever the hell they have going on with saskia.
closest friends. tba.
test.
zodiac sign. taurus.
mbti. istj.
temperament. choleric.
hogwarts house. hufflepuff.
moral alignment. lawful good.
skills.
languages spoken. english, northuldran, norwegian.
drive? yes.
jump start a car? no.
change a flat tire? no.
ride a bicycle? yes.
swim? yes.
play an instrument? no.
play chess? yes.
braid hair? yes.
tie a tie? yes.
pick a lock? no.
sew? no.
stats.
compassion. 9/10.
empathy. 3/10.
creativity. 5/10.
mental flexibility. 4/10.
passion. 7/10.
luck. 8/10.
motivation. 8/10.
education. 10/10.
intelligence. 7/10.
charisma. 5/10.
reflexes. 7/10.
willpower. 10/10.
stamina. 8/10.
physical strength. 7/10.
battle skill. 5/10.
initiative. 7/10.
restraint. 7/10.
strategy. 7/10.
team work. 5/10.
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Bruce is at a gala, okay, and he’s talking to a woman.
Random woman: “And we found out that we’re having another child!”
Bruce: *absolutely cackling inside, because this is about to be the funniest thing he’s done in weeks*
Brucie: “That’s wonderful! Where are they? Can I meet them? How old are they?”
Now Brucie is standing there, scanning the room for children with a huge grin on his face, while all of the random rich people stand around like ‘who’s going to explain to the adorable, well-meaning idiot that most people know they’re going to have children a few months before the children are born.’
And worse, who’s going to have to break the news to him that he can’t meet the kid today?
Because this man… this man has acquired all of his children with zero premeditation. Yes, he does have a bio kid, but that one showed up on his doorstep as a preteen. He did even less acquiring with that one than with the others.
Bruce has a blast acting out his disappointment, and has to turn some so that he can no longer see Tim and Cass leaning against each other and laughing, because otherwise he’s going to start laughing.
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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