Sigrun Ljosdottir/Mask & Mien

"Wise thought her the valkyrie; were welcome never men to the bright-eyed one,
her who the birds' speech knew well. Greeted the light-lashed maiden,
the lily-throated woman, the hymir's-skull-cleaver as on cliff he was perching."
- Þorbjörn Hornklofi

Mask

 Standing somewhat under six feet in height, Sigrún nonetheless cuts a rather imposing figure. Deceptively strong, built low to the ground, broad of shoulder, and strong of back, Sigrún is either no stranger to farm labor, the gym, or both. Her beauty-- such as it is --is colored by her rough hewn attire and general avoidance of modern cosmetics.

Mien

 Tall and straight backed, broad shouldered and fierce, the valkyrie shines with inner light. A subtle glow like an alabaster lamp highlights the lapis inlays in her skin, like tribal tattoos that wind their way over her arms, legs, and face. Her braided hair tends to be worn up, the better to allow for a helmet. She wears fine furs and soft linens, knee high boots, and leather britches.

Mantle

 A dry heat, one that comes from above, rather than rises from the earth. On occasion, a raven might sound, or the beating of distant drums.