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Here it is @Mae

⍚ Nanna "The Walküre"   ⥥  20  ⥥   Female  ⥥   Heterosexual ⍚ 
"Cattle die, kinsmen die; the self must also die. But there is one thing which never dies: the judgement of a dead man's life."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C ENanna stands at 1.98m, has blonde, almost silver, long hair she uses tied, adorned with a couple of wooden carved hair beads, and a pair of bone carved earrings, with a spiral pattern on them.
She has a very strong body with defined muscles, yet It os still slender and feminine. The body of a battle tried skjaldmær. Her grey eyes are famed for their enigmatic and piercing stare. If one looked at her they would say she is just a beautiful woman, only uf wasnt for the imposing aura she emanated, the full leather and fur armor she wore or the long spear that were always with her.
Her curse takes form of the Helreið Brynhildar poem from the Poetic Edda. Each time she uses her powers, a part of the poem begins glowing, with a fiery red, like it os on fire.

Munu við ofstríð
alls til lengi
konur ok karlar
kvikvir fæðask;
við skulum okkrum
aldri slíta
Sigurðr saman.
Sökkstu, gýgjar kyn.

Ever with grief
and all too long
Are men and women
born in the world;
But yet we shall live
our lives together,
Sigurth and I.
Sink down, Giantess!

Additionally, inside her heart, there is a small, blood red crystal fragment. It pulsates together with her heart, almost like it is a living thing.

Nanna usually wears a full leather armor. She always said that dresses are unpractical and would hinder her in combat. Her armor Is currently in tatters. The lower part of her armor and the fur pants she wear underneath it are the only parts that are relatively unscathed. the upper torso of it is completely destroyed. She is currently using bandages to cover her upper torso.

[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y

Nanna is a very brave woman, exactly how her name says. In battle, she is fearless, concentrated, believes that one should never fear death in battle, as it is the right and most honorable way to die. Her allies see in her an inspiration, as the brightest and biggest presence on the battlefield. Her foes' spirits falter at the sight of her imposing figure and aura.
Normally Nanna is very serious when dealing with strangers or when issuing orders, due to her position as shieldmaiden and the champion of her clan. If you're a stranger, chances are that you will never see her smiling, but when she is with friends or her soldiers, drinking and commemorating after a successful battle, she is very kind, cheerful and sweet (especially when she gets drunk after drinking far too many horns of mead). The ones who saw her smile say that is bright as the sun, heating the heart of even a veteran soldier.
Many men already tried to have her for their own, but Nanna, the Walküre, is not just a regular woman, and her heart is a battlefield that has already seen many battles.

[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y Nanna was born in the cold mountains of north, where the frozen winds blow all year long, a place where only the strong survive. Since she was a child she had an unusual attraction to spears. Even as baby, she always was trying to get to her father's spear to play with it. A she grew up, she began showing an incredible prowess in fighting with one, going as far as being declared champion of her clan with only 15 years old.

As Nanna grew older, she turned into an exemplar skjaldmær. Every battle she participated she brought victory to her clan. Fearless in battle, her eyes pierced her enemies, only her presence was enough to change the battle. The tales of a skjaldmær whose spear never misses her target began to spread in the north clans. With her fame spreading, she got the title of "The Walküre", as a skjaldmær who had the spirit of a true warrior. 

Using a very unique style of fighting, It was frightening yet beautiful to watch. Fierce, strong and graceful, she used her spear and shield like extensions of her body, using her entire body together with it. Powerful shield bash to disorientate and break her opponent's guard, fierce strikes with the shield's rim to knock them down, powerful thrusts that carried all her weight, strength, spirit and experience, beautiful circular motions to cut her opponent's down, wide sweeps to make them fall, using even the shaft of the spear to fight. No one had ever seen a warrior like her. Naturally, she was offered the seat of Jarl on her tribe, but she declined, she didn't felt worthy of leading the clan. Her place was in the battlefield, she felt a connection to that place. It was a holy place. Somewhere were kings and slaves were equals, the true location where one could show how much he worth. His bravery, his valor and his honour.

When she turned 20 though, the clan began changing... The previous Jarl had died, and his son wasn't meant to rule. He didn't respected the gods or the holiness of the battlefield. The unspoken laws of war, the ones who every single warrior who had even an ounce of honor was bound to follow, even those he broke when he cowardly murdered the enemy chief after inviting him to a dinner, in a blatant lie to sign a truce.
No good could come of that. Disrespecting the ancient traditions wasn't something that the gods would be happy to see.

Nanna and her most trusted soldiers went to the Jarl to declare their secession from the clan, but the corrupt Jarl wouldn't let them, and in a coward move, he gave the order to kill Nanna and her trusty warriors. A thousand arrows began to fly on their direction. Hopelessly, Nanna watched as her warriors charged, fearlessly to the certain death, protecting her and falling one after another.

Seeing that affront to the honor and the gods, something snapped inside Nanna... With a roar, she charged her old clan, ahead of her warriors. In a beautiful and deadly dance, her spear danced with a hissing sound, her body followed the dance. A silver streak dancing in the middle of the battle, her spear slew enemies without distinction.

As he saw the Jarl, she ran towards him. Spear in hand, with circular motions she charged. The silver blade cutting the throat of her enemies, her blonde hair sprinkled with blood, her body full of cuts and arrows piercing it, ignoring the pain she kept running, leaving a trail of bodies behind, in her incontrollable rage. As she got near the Jarl, so close she could see the white of his eyes, her spear followed her, piercing his neck. Looking to his eyes, she watched as he hopelessly grasped the spear shaft, his blood flowing through it as he tried to breathe. Twisting the spear with a sound of bones breaking and tearing flesh, she ended his life.

Nanna knelt on the ground, wounded and exhausted. Behind her a trail of dead bodies laid, as her allies looked at her, without words. Without strenght to get up, she dropped her spear, falling on the ground, unconscious.

Slowly approaching her, her warriors made an oath to themselves, they would follow her till the end. The one who never fled from battle, her allies are stronger with her, and her enemies tremble with her mighty roar. A woman who was born to battle. A true Walküre.

After spending a long time recovering, she went to the only place where she could: the clan gathering. There she would meet the Wolfrahg. The other clan that lived not too far from her old clan, and she could formally announce the Wulfing tribe's extinction.
Maybe she could enter their ranks. They were a honorable tribe, unlike what the Wulfing became. Maybe she would start her own tribe...

With her mind full of doubts, she and her warriors began the lengthy journey to the gathering. She didn't knew what she would find there, neither how the other clans would react to the news of the Wulfing's extinction.

Memories Retained:Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Brynhildr   ⥥  The chooser of the slain, goddess of war, honor and battles.   ⥥   Female  ⥥   Heterosexual ⍚ 

"Then light shone from Logafell,
and from that radiance there came bolts of lightning;
wearing helmets at Himingvani [came the valkyries].
Their byrnies were drenched in blood;
and rays shone from their spears.

[...]

Helmeted valkyries came down from the sky
—the noise of spears grew loud—they protected the prince;
then said Sigrun—the wound-giving valkyries flew,
the troll-woman's mount was feasting on the fodder of ravens.Helgakviða Hundingsbana I

[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y   A P P E A R A N C EBrynhildr stands at over 2,00m. Wearing a full set of armor. Her presence on a battlefield can be a blessing or a curse, as she is known to partake in those battles, to test who is worthy and who is not. Spear in her left hand, its blade coated with blood of the fallen, shield on her right hand, unbreakable, impenetrable. A beautiful golden hair can be seen under her horned helmet, blowing with the wind.

[ ⍚ ] K N O W N   F O R+ Appearing on great battles to watch over and decide who is worthy of going to the Valhöll
+ Going to the battle herself, favoring the most honorable ones.
+ Spears and martial arts that utilizes them.
+ Honor both in war and life.
+ Having favorite warriors / clans.
+ If enraged, causes great bloodbaths.
+ Some say that the "battle frenzy" the Úlfhéðnar experience is caused by the goddess taking control of that warrior's body.
 
[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E   M O M E N T S   I N    H I S T O R Y From the second humans were born, there was war. Some say that Brynhildr firstly appeared when humans had their first discussion. Teaching them the right and honorable ways both of war and peace, telling the young human race that the battlefield was a sacred ground and should not be used to dishonorable fights.
As the human race grew both in numbers and in age, Brynhildr kept doing her work.
Battle over battle, Brynhildr was present. Every great battle of history she was there. Be as a goddess watching the battle and taking the worthy souls to the afterlife or possessing a mortal, amidst the bloodshed, with a smile on her face.

She was loved the war with all her heart. It was a place were one could show his true worth, defying even fate itself. On the battlefield, everything was possible and for a long time, it was the only love of her life. But one day, this changed.
A certain warrior captured her heart. His bravery, his honor, he didn't had a reason to go to war. He wasn't there for fame, fortune or power. He simply loved the battlefield as much as she did. She began to fight by his side, always together with him. Every battle he was present, she was there, fighting by his side. Like that, she fell in love with him. A love that needed no words, she knew him solely by sharing the battlefield with him.
She saw that beautiful soul live and die many times. Each death was a glorious one, on the battlefield surrounded with his friends and foes. 

Seeing that beautiful relationship between Brynhildr and that soul, a relationship so pure it didn't needed words, the dark gods got envious. If they couldn't have that, no one could. Then they began plotting against Brynhildr.

Disguised as a shieldmaiden, she was again in the battlefield besides her loved one, when a black arrow coming from the sky pierced her heart. She had already died in her mortal disguise before, but that was different, her divine essence was also struck with the arrow.
Losing all her memories, she was reborn as Nanna.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E TPresence: Nanna is a fierce warrior, and even with her sweet looks, her presence is very impacting. 
Skjaldmær: Nanna Is the perfect shieldmaiden. Agile and focused, she is hardly matched on the battlefield, wielding her spear and shield like an extension of her body, she utilizes both her body, weapon and shield to their full potential. 
Field Dressing: Living in such a harsh and tough environment, it is a necessity to know how to treat your own wounds if you want to survive, be them small wounds, deep wounds or even broken bones. 
Asgardian Bulwark: Nanna wields her shield not only as something to defend herself, but also as a weapon, using its rim to make powerful punches, shield bash & etc. When fighting with her shield, she is not as aggressive when she fights without it, but she is able to take complete control of the battle. 
Flexibility - Nanna has a very good control over her own body, being able to perform jumps, acrobatics and having a very good balance.
Natural Compass - Living in the highest mountains, travelling and knowing how to orientate herself is a must. She hardly ever gets lost.

[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E SThese will unlock. Only the first ability shall be available in their first life.

Life Force: 15/15 (ignore for now)

Walküre's Embodiment: Weakest AbilityNanna is no ordinary warrior. She is the embodiment of a Walküre.

Úlfheðinn's Might:  The Úlfhéðnar are warriors who threw themselves into battle with all their spirit. One enters in a trance-like fury enhancing her physical capabilities and toughening her body for battle. 

Spearmaiden's Lunge:  One moves with superhuman speed and agility, lunging with (Or without her spear when outside combat) her spear in a devastating strike.

Walküre's Bloodlust:  The presence of a Walküre on the battlefield can unsettle her enemies. Some enemies are struck with a deep fear and respect, while other hardened enemies only unsettled by her presence.  

Yggdrasil's Favor: Moderate AbilityThe world tree reveals itself for those who are worthy and able to tap on its power.

Yggdrasil's Roots:: The roots of the world tree, where everything began. One is able to tap into the world tree's knowledge. The tree will answer one question, and it will not be the one she wishes, but the one she needs.

Yggdrasil's Dew:: The spirits of those who were denied a honorable death are summoned to the earth once more, restraining their foes and possibly causing mental damage.

Yggdrasil's Blessing:: Borrowing the power of the legendary tree, cure minor to moderate wounds to one person, with more serious injuries requiring more lifeforce to fully heal. If the wound is fully healed, the character feels invigorated for a while.

Ymyr's Heart: Strongest Ability Sometimes, a mortal is born with a unique physiology. Deep within this human's heart, a fragment of Ymyr's heard can be found, pulsating with the energy that created Midgard itself, linking this mere mortal's existence to the gods themselves. 

Summon Gungnir: Strongest AbilitySummons Gungnir, the legendary spear made of the world tree's wood, a weapon able to hurt a living being's essence, ignoring any defensive magic, piercing everything on its path.

Wotan's Left Eye::  Wotan's lost eye. The same eye he sacrificed in exchange for an unspoken and forbidden knowledge. Nanna's right eye shines with a white fire, giving her the ability to see and perceive everything in an area of 30m around her, and react according to that, regardless of its speed. 

Wrath of Asgard::  White wings on her back, as she soars high on the sky, looking at the battlefield below. Throwing Gungnir with all one's might, it flies true to its target, piercing everything on its path, be it magical or physical. Its a devastating attack, but it also comes with a great cost to the one who threw the spear.

[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R YWhat is on your person
A circular shield.
Her favourite spear. Made by her, it fits perfectly with her needs and fighting style.

Bandages
A drinking horn for... well... drinking of course!

[ ⍚ ] O T H E R368bc1 is her colour code

-List of old norse words with their translation:
Skjaldmær (Shieldmaiden, the women who chose to fight.) 
Walküre (Valkyrie)
Valhöll (Valhalla)
Alföðr (The Allfather)
Úlfhéðnar (Berserkers, the warriors from the old norse. They charged the battlefield without armor, in an unstoppable fury
Úlfheðinn (Singular for Berserkers)
Wotan (Odin)

-Brynhildr's realm is Asgard. You know the drill... Gods' city, very big city. She often hangs on Valhöll (Valhalla. Enormous hall in asgard where the spirit of those who fell in battle eat, drink and fight for their eternity, waiting for the Ragnarök.

[ ⍚ ] R E L A T I O N S H I P SWill you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED Of course! 
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Ominar, Victorious Secrets
interacting with: 
@FallenReaper's Lily 
and 
@Raijinslayer's Damian


Laying down on an big, early Victorian bed, Corinna was playing with her web in her hand. The sadistic, cruel and beautiful monster from the horror stories told on the streets looked just like a normal young woman. Laying down on her belly with her legs up while playing with her webs, she had a refreshing, jovial air, different from the noble and regal air she passed when near others. Her movements were naturally graceful, even in that careless pose.
"Enough! I can't deal with this anymore... There is literally nothing to do!" she said, getting up with a small jump and starting wearing her black dress.
"It should be ok by now to go out..." She said, walking down the long hall leading to the front door, as she thought about her last 'meal', and what happened with Lewis, the poor man which she broke a few months ago...

Thanks to her last 'meal' which, she had to admit, was a bit extravagant, even for her, stories about her have started to appear around the town. Most of them, told by a man named Lewis.
Lewis wasn't a young man. But he boasted an incredible vitality and body for his 62 years. With a body hard as stone, marked by years and years of hard labor and an enviable vitality, he boasted to have an unbreakable will. Although he was relatively wealthy, he has humble roots, which only accentuated his charm. The first time Corinna laid her eyes upon him, she immediately turned him into the object of her interest. His toned body, was still beautiful, his words were strong and firm. He was gentle, his humble origins and amicable personality, coupled with his unwavering honor and sense of justice, made him well known and respected amongst some parts of the city.
But even with all that, she could just wonder... how long would it take for her to crush everything to dust? To crush all that determination?
After she was done with him, the man was left into a pitiful state. Only a shell of his former self, he spent his days on bars, getting drunk and telling tales about his golden years and about the mysterious lady which almost killed him.


"How long it was since I last got out?" Corinna thought to herself, stepping out of her mansion after a long time.
"Lets see how much things have changed after  months..." she said, with a mischievous smile on her face, as she calmly walked down the small hill on the very border of the town, where her house was located.
It was pretty boring having to stay trapped inside her house for so long. After so much time, a walk on the town would certainly be very refreshing.

As she walked down the streets, Corinna could feel the other's stares, looking at her while she passed. She was already used to that. Being noted, being seen, was indeed satisfying after so much time. Just like a painting, her elegant body was made to be appreciated. She didn't feel offended by being looked at. More than just something to be appreciated, her body was one of her weapons.

The streets were busy as always.
"Where should I start? Hmm... maybe I'll try the nightclub?" she said, discreetly licking her lips with a giggle. She knew she should be a little more careful, but she couldn't help it. 

"Oh~... I guess I've already found something to entertain myself with." she thought to herself, after seeing a shy young boy with red hair bumping into a tall redheaded woman, which was very eager to flirt with him.

"Pardon me, I couldn't help but see what happened from distance." Corinna said, approaching the boy with a kind smile on her face.

"Are you two ok? It sure was a rough bump." She asked, looking to the boy then to the tall woman. The woman was so much more taller than the boy, and a good bit taller than Corinna herself.

The boy had mentioned something about working on the shop. Although she had heard some things about it, she never entered it before.
"You said you work on this store, right? I've never entered it before, although I've heard some quite fantastic tales about it! Would you mind giving me a little tour around the store?" she asked, with a sweet expression.

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