|Quote||"I'm not Blonde"|
|Hair Color||Redish Brown|
|Affiliation||Lardanis Survival Systems|
Magnhild Valthjofdottir , Mags, has an inborn sense of idealism and morality, but what sets her apart is that she is an not idle dreamer. But someone capable of taking concrete steps to realize her goals and make a lasting positive impact.
Mags tends to see helping others as her purpose in life, her real passion is to get to the heart of the issue so that people need not be rescued at all. Appearing soft-spoken, she has very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea she believe in. She is decisive and strong-willed, but will rarely use that energy for her own personal gain.
Mags will act with creativity, imagination, conviction and sensitivity not to create an advantage, but to create balance. She strongly believes that nothing would help the universe so much as using love and compassion to soften the hearts of tyrants. She can make friends and connections quite easily, leading others to think she is extroverted. But, she needs time to decompress and relax. Mags cares deeply for those she deems as friends and expects they understand when she wants to be alone to enter a serene state of mind.
In the western most areas of the planet Kiffex, three clans had made their homes among lush pastoral meadows and rich arable farmland. Magnhild Valthjofdottir grew up in this lovely and idyllic area. As a child, she would often spend all day, happily playing among the fields and chasing and stalking the indiginous wildlife there. Unlike on other parts of Kiffex, the three clans lived in harmony and any potential squabbles were quickly abated, by the ruling clan council of three elders and three heads of the clans. 3:38 Mags's father was one of these elders and although tough, he was also wise and he doted on his daughter. As Mags grew, she became known for being the only youth capable of using the 'Bashir', which was a unique Bowcaster weapon that had been in the village for decades. No one knew where it came from, but Mags not only became adept with the Bowcaster but was the youngest to serve in regular patrols to keep the panthers away from the village livestock. Like all Kiffar, she had wonderful eyesight, but her vision was particularly good, able to spot a potential threat from a great distance away. One day, just after her 14th birthday, everything changed. Mags was watching over a stockade when she spotted a lone Nexu venturing into a neighbouring clans barn. Feeling it would be a huge favor to the other clan to drive the predator away, she carefully sneaked into the barn and quickly startled the creature. Firing twice, the Nexu was repelled but as it charged at her looking to escape, she fired again while off balance and started a fire among the hay. Quickly the whole barn was ablaze and while raising the alarm, screams were heard from within the burning farm building. Unbeknown to Mags, the youngest son of the Drax clan had been playing inside the barn and despite all the best efforts of everyone, he perished in the flames.
Drago Drax, the clan leader was beyond distraught and laid the blame squarely at Mags. He demanded justice for the death of his son and a clan war was rapidly brewing. Refusing to condemn his daughter to death, Ernst Valthjofdottir and the other elders banished her and forbid her to ever return.
|Mags and her pet Bear|
Peace was maintained, but Mags had lost her home and family. Thankfully she was allowed to keep 'Bashir' because life in the widerness without a weapon was considered suicide, so off she trudged, angry and broken hearted to the northern swamps of Kiffex. For a couple of years, Mags survived by living on her wits and accomplished hunting skills. She gained an appetite for the Nuna and was able to craft clothes and footwear from the skins of the Faamba. But solitude began to change Mags. She grew wild and although rarely seeing other Kiffar, she would hide from any that came into her vicinity. As time went by, she moved eastwards towards the center of the planet and in Y18, she stumbled upon a huge gathering of sentients from across the entre galaxy. Observing from afar, she became intrigued by all the many space ships and technology on show. Although frightened by all the strange looking aliens, she could not resist wandering into the city for a close look, hoping the cover of darkness would keep her hidden. Music and dancing and all the alcohol going round seemed to distract all the merchants but a group of small brown cloaked figures spotted her and headed toward Mags. Wanting to hide, she chose a yellow jailspeeder vehicle to enter and thankfully the curious Jawa misplaced her. But she couldnt get free from the speeder, no matter how she tried, the whole vehicle seemed locked down. Pressing numerous switches and buttons had no effect and Mags resorted to bashing at the entrance door with her Bowcaster with little effect.
While asleep, a huge Hammerhead cruiser belonging to the Tion Hegemony landed and scooped up many of the Jailspeeders to take back to Allied Tion. Mags awoke in hyperspace and although now able to exit the vehicle was onboard a 300 meter long vessel headed to the other side of the galaxy. Her new life was just about to begin. She joined Tion Hegemony She started training as a hunter and Bodyguard to Lady Hegemony .
|"Here we go again."|
One night Mags packed up her stuff squaded her ships and left Tion since Stephy seemed to be gone. Mags Joined many different factions since she left Tion. None of them worked out.Either what she was told never happened or the leader went inactive.So she is alone exploring on her own.
Not even having any ties to her own race anymore since it seems they let any race in theres now. Mags went to Nimban at (340, 60) To start a new life.
|Hunt to survive.|
When she got there she discovered That a Nasty Jawa lived there and that someone she knew was feeding him info about her.So she packed up and left the system right away.She is Looking for a new place now.