Valdis Eyvindur

Valdis was beautiful in the way deadly things are. Quiet, she wasn't loud or in your face but she had her own mind. She couldn't be told what to do, she'd be polite and then still go on her way. She didn't like to speak a lot, except to a chosen few and it often caused others to feel uneasy about her. Some would even taunt her for her silence, but those who knew her knew better than to judge the woman on how quiet she was, let alone how small she was. Valdis didn't hold grudges, for those who managed to get on her bad side simply became irrelevant. She had her own dreams and aspirations that moved her like a flame. Despite how focused she was on what she wanted, she never lost sight of what she truly deserved and when the time came for others to pay their dues, she made it happen effortlessly. Independent and strong willed, she would bow to no one.

She was War. A true savage unafraid to fight for what she wanted and brave enough to go to war for what she deserved. While other women stayed home, she was the first on the battlefield, ravenous and hungry for war no matter the odds. It didn't matter how many times she got battered, she turned her pain into power until she rose a victor. She wore her scars like wings, unabashed about how they marred her flesh and wore them with pride. Every scar that dappled her supple flesh, to her, was a sign of another obstacle she had overcome. Upon the battle field she was wrath filled with beauty and rage, showing to others that would underestimate her just who she was: She was Wrath. Not all wars were fought with swords though, for she was clever as the devil, twice and pretty and despite her silence she wore a smile like a loaded gun.