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Name: Helldrid
Age: 23 yrs
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: Natural red
Eyes: Hazel
Skin tone: Creamy ivory
Race: Valkyrie
His name was Vargen, he had been a warrior, her friend, her lover. He had fought, and died for his people. He had died and left her alone. Her anger suddenly washed over her and she let a single tear fall as she hoisted him into her arms. She would take him to Valhalla. Him and many like him. The time of the vikings was at an end. She would cease to be a Valkyrie soon... Then she would just be another forgotten fae.
Helldrid sat under a large white oak reading an old tome on the Vikings. Her amber yellow eyes scanning over the pages slowly as she absorbed the ages old information. She reached back to grab her waist length copper mane and found the hand full of hair to be shorter and thinner. She vaguely remembered chopping it to breast length and letting some lady put in layers. She was an ancient chooser of the slain. Not only choosing who would die and live in a battle, but also carrying them to Valhalla. She hadn't needed to care about her appearances until recently. Oh how times had changed. She was no longer a Valkyrie, just vaguely looked like a cross between an elf with feathery ears and an angel with golden wings. She had to find her sisters. The few who had survived...
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(Also, I'm actually a happy straight woman with a fiance.)