[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]Runa Johansson[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YrrpX7R/moodboard-Runa.png[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa had slowly adjusted to life at Hotel Valhalla - and to the idea that her father lived in Valhalla with them. She had gradually started to warm up to those around her, even secretly crushing on one of the Valkyries from afar. The only thing she didn't love about the place was the green shirt most people insisted on wearing. She had tried cutting one up to make it more fashionable, but no matter what she did, it was still an ugly piece of fabric. So instead that morning, Runa [url=https://uploads.wornontv.net/2018/01/white-studded-top.jpg]wore[/url] a white  collared top with a studded corset belt, a spiked headband, black skirt, spiked wrist cuffs, fishnet stockings, and black boots. She loved looking like a goth beauty queen whenever possible. 	

	She had heard some of what was going on - it was hard not to. She didn't understand how people could just not come back to life - it was one of the promises of Valhalla, to forever be resurrected within its halls. If something was wrong with the magic here... Runa bit her lip slightly. It couldn't have been revenge from Hel, right? This was Odin's domain - surely he could prevent her from coming in? She made her way with the crowd to the Feast Hall of the Slain, wishing that the room didn't feel so claustrophobic despite its massive size. She spotted her father at the Thane's Table and shyly waved at him, before spotting Nadia and sitting down next to her.