Farrah Olgaard

Rash, arrogant, quick to anger and compulsive - these are the common traits of the Scandinavian woman whom once lived her life and now travels the world as the monsters of lore. Hailing from a pre-800 ad Denmark, living in a small fishing town that had been ransacked and pillaged by a neighboring Viking tribe, the young Farrah was abducted and placed within the warring, battle-torn setting in which she grew up within that very social circle.

As a female within the Scandinavian tribe, she grew to hold much power and respect, albeit not the physical nor strength-filled respect of her brethren. This however did not stop her from holding her own against the men of her tribe in which she would be harsh, strict and unforgiving in her ways. Unbending as she would later become betrothed to the leader and Viking "king" of the southern isles.

Not to say that she does not have any sense of fashion, liking of traditional feminine joys would be ignorant, she was a woman raised within a man's world, and later a beast within a dog eat dog world. She likes violence, she likes competition, and she likes praise, and honor. The woman of the sea did not mind blood on her hands, in her hair nor the mess and fess of war. She will speak blunt, and cut you down sharply if disrespected.

Denmark 812. ad -

One night, the town crier rings the bells, and requests that all of the clansmen gather in the market in the morning. At the gathering, Bjarke the Bear, a noted orator, announces that someone from the village to the east murdered the wife of their very own tribesman while she was in their market. The crowd expresses anger and indignation, and Balder the Brave travels to said village to deliver the message that they must hand over to Farraha virgin and a young woman of seven. Should the town of Olshold refuse to do so, the two villages must go to war. 

Balder is chosen to represent his clan because he is its fiercest warrior. Not surprisingly, Olshold agrees to Balder's terms. The elders give the virgin to Balder, and thus stripped from her own very family, Farrah learned that kindness and compassion was a cruel thing, and the world around her would be a lot less painful if she froze her heart, and sharpened her blade.

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Denmark 817. ad - 

Now thirteen years of age, Farrah Olsgaard, of the farm of Ols, never forgetting her heritage, trained with her new found brother of kinship not blood, Haskell, learning the blade and how to fight, defending herself from the other younger men and women of the new tribe. She of course did not get to go off to battle, but instead cooked, cleaned, tended to the irons and helped wherever she was needed, but her respect was not lost due to lack of combat, it was quiet the opposite.

Her beauty had been known, she was a outsider, not of the tribe and thus held different characteristics from this particular tribe of Vikings. The Danish heritage held black hair compared to the Swedish counterparts for example. And her tough git and smart wit made her a prize amongst the other women of the tribe, which had been severly lacking during this time in the war due to failed raids. Betrothed, she was set to marry Jarl Jerrik, a yound man with many heads, scalps and victories under his belt, the next chieftain of the tribe.



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Denmark 824. ad - 

Married for a year now, a raid had occurred on her twentieth birthday, the tribe had been at war with a neighboring envoy for many months. Not of their countries, nor their traditions, they did not believe in Odin, nor the gods which watched over Farrah for her many years. They did not believe in the All-father nor the all-mother with whom Farrah prayed to that very day.

The advanced guard was destroyed, the main gates decimated as the hethens stormed the village. Farrah was taken, as the wife to the Jarl chieftain himself. Not without a fight however, taking down five heavily armed men in a fit of rage and self defense, the prayers of the All-mother seemingly answered, before she was beheaded. She was not needed as the Jarl revealed he did not care for his tribe nor her, merely himself. "Men are weak." would be her last words before the iron took her head. Men were weak, and the gods betrayed her so.