Name: Ylva Thoransdottir
Player: Rachel Miller
Class: Cleric
Age 29
Race: Ulven
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
BIO: I am Ylva Thoransdottir. I was born into Pack Stormfang of Clan Axehound in year 245. I made the decision to leave after the death of my younger sister, Kari. I felt her death was my fault, and it broke me for a long time. Our pack had taught us that physical weakness and emotional softness were failures. My sister was far too comfortable relying on others to do things for her, expecting to marry well and not need skill of her own. So naturally when she was injured on a hunt, I left her behind to tend to her own wound. She begged me for help to bind her wound and bring her home, but I denied her. I hoped she might learn to do something for herself. I watched as she poorly bound her own wound without cleaning it or applying any salve. I knew better, but I let her do this.
It was not much longer after that I was burying her.
When I come to the Great Wolf, I fear he will find that I turned my back on my own family when I could have helped. But I want no more needless death on my hands. Instead of in the glory of a kill, I vowed that he would hear my name from the blessings of his mate Gaia, and from those who come to him after cheating death before, with my help.
I chose to leave Axehound by my own accord and seek a new life. I sought out a man who I had known from my childhood. Someone else who left. We were mated for several years, but as time went on, I grew more and more into myself, and farther away from him. So I parted ways with him.
I have fought hard to learn who I am. To be a leader. To make an impact doing good. And to earn a place in my found home among Stormjarl. I became a Healer, a Weaver, a Surgeon, and an Instructor. I pioneered the invention of a tool that would help healers treat patients faster.
I saved many from death, and gave some back their mobility when they thought it was gone forever. I have held my own as a healer when there was little help to be had. Notably so on an expedition where I was the only Healer present when we were overrun with undead. I became the Lifemender of Clan Stormjarl.
I spent years training under Jarl Fritha Stormjarl to learn the rituals and customs of Stormjarl, earning the honor of being seen as a spiritual leader for our pack. I became a Daughter of Gaia.
I put myself in harm’s way to organize hospitals on the Stormjarl front line while Grimward and Stonetooth attack us. I am teaching as many people as I can how to save lives, ensuring others who fight for our Clan get to make it home to their families. I became the Birch Witch of the Scar.
I performed surgery on the Clanleader of Shattered Spear, under duress, and behind enemy lines. I gave him back the ability to walk so he could lead his people in a rebellion against their Stonetooth oppressors. I became the Haft Settir of the Defiant.
Word of my efforts reached High Priestess Svayla Stormjarl. And I was honored with the title of Hersir.
With Gaia’s blessings I have been able to save many lives.
When it is my time, I hope the Great Wolf will know my name.