[b]Name:[/b] Grímhildr (formerly Erik) Víkingrsson

[b]Age:[/b] 783

[b]Race:[/b] Elf

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://safebooru.org//images/1215/842d4140673530f3e213f3b6174e20b8a1fd9a99.jpg?1266081]Keeping with the times is important.[/url]

[b]Abilities:[/b] Grímhildr is, strangely enough, an elf with absolutely no respect for the practice of magic. It's a weak, squishy discipline for those too scared to get their hands dirty. A [i]real[/i] warrior gets up close and personal with their opponent! Thus leading to the incomprehensible-to-observe sight of the world's most muscled, albeit kind of wiry, elf swinging around an enormous battleaxe like it's a feather. If that wasn't scary enough, Grímhildr is extremely prone to berserker rages, where pretty much nothing short of instant death is going to get her to stop trying to bite your face off.
Aside from berserker fighting, she's a big fan of food and drink, and thus has the amazing ability to out-consume most of the wimpy types going around nowadays.

[b]History:[/b] A long time in the past, before the modern kingdom of Gelum had really been founded, there were rather a lot of guys with big axes, who liked carving stones with runes as memorials, and finding rivers to sail south and bother everyone else. One particularly famed raider never, however, really got into women but found himself needing a son to leave things to when he died. The answer came, unexpectedly, when one raid found an elven infant left behind. Rather than finishing them off, the cheerfully-named Vikingr took the elf home and--not being familiar with girlish anatomy but very familiar with effeminate elven men--adopted 'him' as his son.
Thus, 'Erik' was raised to be a strong warrior and berserker of the North, naturally outliving 'his' father and overcoming the stigma of 'his' girlish looks to the point there was a sizeable contingent of girls looking for 'his' hand. Kind of awkward to find out that, at the age of fifty nine, you're actually a girl. So 'Erik' changed her name to Grímhildr, but kept officially, and traditionally in stories passed down through the tribe, being Vikingr's son.
Of course, Gelum settled down over the centuries, and there wasn't much to fight except for wild animals, but they were fun enough to keep occupied, and even until recently she could generally get a feast going if she dragged a big enough carcass back. It was whilst on one of these wild trips that Umbra attacked.
For the first time in a long time, it seems that her axe is going to be cutting through people, not animals.