Introduction

At the age of little, she faced pain and torture, yet she did survive, It was not the same for the little girl's thought, for despair has come to her, even her bad trait was changed as of late within Régnwald's men, but who once faced death would never be the same again. And so It affected her way of fighting as now a current scealdmaegden, both with shield and sword she held her weapons, but fought ruthless like a two-handed man. 

Early Life

The whisper of a child surrounding the room, a beautiful melody filled as the new life was given birth, and hence Eohilda is born. As like a bowl mixed with such unctuous ingredients; cinnamon, sugar, and others that may described as sweets, and so is Eohilda on her morning life. Her father, was a strong man, broad shoulders and strengthfull muscular arms, Despite his frightening figure,  known famous for his epithet; “a strength of steel, a heart of a dove.” Many times she spent helping her mother, who is a gentle woman and an example of a respected leader, for though she was kind and discipline, Eohilda was troubled by her pressure, if a bird found a perfect nest yet not comfortable, It was in Eohilda’s thought aswell...

The Day of the Broken Peace

The morning was risen, The sound of rooster filling the new day in Snowbourn, It was nothing to be worried about. Eohilda, as usual would play her humming whistle, bound by perfect melody with her legs drifted away to the farm, tending her normal days in the age of four-teen, a grown up lass with shimmering freckles poured over onto her face, and not to mention, a smile that brighten her lips. several minutes later, the ground was shaking as like when the riders would galloped at the same time, creating an irrestible rhytm, beauty of the lands... But, as the sound approached louder and a terrific horn was blown, it was no good news or else beside ill, figures of malignant orcs charging towards the farms of Sutcrofts. Merely a moment later, the day was suddenly turned red,they sung in scream and sadness, they slept where they shan't never wake up , and just across the red field there lies a child knelt before a an upside down sword which It's tip planted deep onto the earth. It's hilt shows a very thick of Rohirric culture, two knights be facing eachother in a direction, and there was perfectly designed by The Mark.

The Dawn of the Red

The sky engulfed with smoke and fire, nor the field was never green but black among ashes. There they stood, a young girl, a dying man, and an orc chieftain. Within that day and now still remembered by Eohilda's that the girl plucked out the sword for which seems broad and heavy for such a little size for the girl, and came to the orc's gut after, killing it instantly as the blood spreaded, with It's falling into ashes and blood which slowly faded as the Eored marched towards the desperates, swiping off the malevolent darkness off. There, a moment where she's able not to stand, a young eored's rider, Framgast caught up Eohilda, though merely a glimpse but memory of them lasts for the day.

Afterlife

Eohilda returned to Snowbourn by Framgast and his steed within that day after hours late when the sky would turn something dark, and silent night filled with stars not as usual days It be poured out the emptiness. From afar It briefed a glimpse of a child, and a sorrow expression that she bears still nowadays. The town was empty, no music nor laughter that day yet a house not far, there looked a candle litted throughout the window, giving a warm poetic intense as they drew closer, the door suddenly creaked open, revealing a blonde coloured which were his long straighten hair and thick curly beard, his body was solid, and his posture was robust. Then It's body branched four, two would be the arms of his and the rest were his legs. Firm, muscular, which built him in descriptive appreances, his will in battle was clearly spotted from ought his. In short describes, the man whom plead himself as Eohilda's uncle brought her to the gleaming warm house with a pleasant goodbye to Framgast as he continued venturing beyond the unknown with the other riders. That day or another would be the most reminiscence for Eohilda that herself would easily forget nevertheless...   

A New Life With Stranglfrad

Over years now Eohilda pledged with her uncle, helping on his daily aswell getting favored by him on giving her a way of sword, as a Shield-Maiden. Years back, It was a mere dream covered in thick thorns, yet times change. Her uncle, not likely owning a personality of her mother, Her uncle gave Eohilda a chance. A chance on grasping her dream that presume almost impossible in old times. Not much of a cheerish days, a merrifull days like Eohilda used to be. Event had occured, a horrendous one that shaped a heart of a little girl. Whether It was a mere coincidence or fate, No one knows. All she knows that  she couldn't amend the old, and she had nothing to against the current but to live on.

The Department Withal Stranglfrad

Was a fine morning within Eastemnet, Snowbourn. The birds were chirping, the sun was stirring upon the blue-sky, and the crofters, were doing their dailies. A stood-out young girl whom soft, but not weak, strong, but not firm, cheerish, but cold. Eohilda, The Stubborn she was.

Her clothing looked simple, Not a harness of beauty from mighty esquires like tales of old that she wore, merely a rugged brown durable clothing, may be classified of a Hauberk, but nay, not a proper way to say either. Her shoulders wrapped in her uncle's favourite, a glistening fur of bear that was found lingering the woods, It didn't end up there, the fur was swished with walnut dyes, serving an excellent trophy for springers. but her metals, a once heritage of her family forged a new by her uncle, not even into a loutish made, but more of a beauty alike Mearas, horses which surpasses ordinary horses strength. And not to forget, a brownish hood and a yellow lining which It's placed only to divide, sewn by her own, the beauty was comparadable and was not a quality of the highest, but It's process deeply goes over beauty and effort, full of memories and shades. Not much known of her others utility such as gloves, belt, and boots but ordinaries and durables.

And so to the gate she went, passing some fine folks of Fastred's, a wooden made houses and noises of rumbling steeds were heard from the stable. A far peacefull saunters finally reached her by the Western gate of Snowbourn. As soon as she arrived, a definite figure of her uncle and some unnamed guards attending their duties, Nothing much but postures to her eyes. A colourfull nigh was heard so sudden, a stable boy was struggling to it's horse rope while she found the horse was trying to reject the boy will, what a faint chuckle that no-one but herself heard it, but her smile printed to her uncle as he watched her, beckoning the girl to tarry closer.

Of not long Stranglfrad hugged the girl, "My dear.... Eleven years! Not a short time to be forgotten, is it not? But it bodes of how long we spent our days alongside, so It may be still remembered in your deary heart even we won't be seeing much as we used to be.." A tear would slipped Stranglfrad's notice, but care not. It was worth it, for a man cries to his beloved. And Eohilda, un-suprisingly was too, aswell. "I cannot give you much but equipments of your wanders, and this horse... My loyal steed, you two gives care to eachother, I'm sure this Aethelwigend you speak off is a kind one, If not you tell me so I can teach him a good lesson on taking care my Eohilda!" Her uncles smiled woefully, and watched as Eohilda and his steed, wandered upon the fray, seeking windy rumours of this Eored of the East-Mark.

Current Life

Of this may not be specific, and not clearly recorded in such complex details like in the past. Her current life is never be considered a story, nor a record.

(OOC : Eohilda current life is right now, at the moment. So there will be no story or such other things, if you want to know more about her current life, simply PM me for information if you're looking foward for a roleplay.)