A former Valkyrie, once an escort of fallen warriors to the halls of Valhalla, now exiled to the realm of mortals, Midgard. The armor and sword once made of rune stone taken from her, and replaced with a sleeveless white tunic, cut short on the thighs, making her muscular, battle-trained body look softer, and more vulnerable, similar to a sacrifice. Her face still stone, showing off the pride that lead her to mouth off to the goddess Freya, stripping her of her past glory, and branding both her arms with flaming Norse script, informing all who could read it of her crimes, and burning her when she tries to fight.
Wandered into the Inn one night, and got drunk on the one thing that reminds her of home... the foamy honey liquid known as mead. Drank so much, it landed her in a huge, insurmountable le debt, and now working it off as a server in a mystical inn, wondering what will happen to her future, and her life.
