| Brynhildr |
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| Portrayed By: | Uma Thurman |
| Status: | Alive |
| Age: | Millennial |
| Occupation: | Head of Ragnarok Security |
| Freak Factor: | Vampire |
Spoiler Warning: Plot and/or ending details follow. This knowledge is provided for Out of Character reading pleasure only, and is not to be used In Character without justified knowledge of the events (such as being present, or having staff permission).
Description
Tall, willowy, fair. All of these things would describe this woman. But there is something else about her, something undefinable. A hint of cruelty that kisses the air about her, the faint sheen of pale, pale skin. Eyes the clear blue of an iceberg, and just as cold despite their fringe of delicate lashes. Hair the color of ripe wheat streaked with honey that falls about her face and shoulders in loose, vibrant curls, framing high sharp cheekbones and arched brows. Her face is almost too thin, with delicate bones and a softly pointed chin beneath pale, pouting lips.
She is clad in a tailored pants suit of white linen, the pants slung low on the hips with a delicate gold chain twined with white cord threaded through the belt loops, the wide legs sporting crisp lines down the front of each. The jacket is single breasted, the bottom hitting a few inches below hip-length and composed of clean, well-fitted lines. The wide, notched lapels frame a deep V of pale skin above the two button closure, the faintly shimmery material of a pale blue camisole visible beneath.
Beneath the wide legs of the pants are a pair of white boots in a vaguely reptilian pattern; expensive, yet understated.
Background
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to be a legend, a myth, a power such as mortals can only dream of? Worshipped on the one hand, and feared on the other; serving the Light, or the Dark, or walking some other path not so easily defined.
I thought I was content, when I was but a mortal; I knew love, honor, pride, loyalty, and fierce joy. Mine were a bold, strong people, forged in the fires of our beliefs, striving always to please our gods. It was a good life, if often harsh and unforgiving of weakness. Much like our gods.
Our gods were not forgiving, or kind, and rarely were they merciful. They treasured strength, rewarded bravery, and only those who made the last and final sacrifice - dying in conflict, in battle - were given the greatest and final reward.
And even then, they were but waiting; waiting for the end of days, the end of all things - when even the gods would fall. Ragnarok.
But that comes later. More than a millennium has passed since I became one of the immortals. Since I became a true servant of the gods, one of the Valkyries, and still I wait for the long foretold doom to fall.
I was shield-maid to my Lord and husband, at his side when he fell under the swords of our enemy. My flesh as well was pierced, my life leaking away upon the torn and bloody ground.
And then They came. The Valkyries.
The moonlight silvered their armor and spears as they walked the battlefield, bending over the dying, guiding those suffering warriors to the light beyond the darkness. Beautiful, terrible creatures - yet I yearned to be one of those so embraced, to be chosen by these maids of the gods.
I was given my wish, but not exactly in the manner I had so yearned for. Instead, I was made one of them. A Valkyrie.
A vampire.
Life is interesting that way sometimes.
Ragnarok Security
| PC Name | Position | Department |
| Brynwen Hill | In Charge | Administration - Currently assigned to whatever catches her interest. Account oversight, intimidation, and recruitment. |
| Maxwell Mitchel | Security Officer | Security - Currently assigned to the Hawthorne account. |
| Pacal Smith | Cleaner | Janitorial - Currently assigned to bodyguard duty for the boss lady. |
| Ethel Louise Stuart | Specialist | Specialized Services - Currently assigned to whatever she wants. |
| Daphne 'Alice' Kingsway | Intern | Specialized Services - In training. Assistant to Ms. Hill and Mrs. Stuart. |
Soundtrack
I'm Not Dead - Pink
Eve of Destruction - Barry McGuire
Truth - Seether
Queer - Garbage
Forsaken - David Draiman
Within You - David Bowie
Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant
Put Your Lights On - Santana feat. Everlast
Invincible - Adelitas Way
Logs
[http://endtimes.genesismuds.com/forum/index.php?topic=108.0] - Pretty compliments get you everywhere.
[http://endtimes.genesismuds.com/forum/index.php?topic=119.0] - Careful what you ask for, it might kill you.
[http://endtimes.genesismuds.com/forum/index.php?topic=132.0] - An unfortunate bit of poetic license.
[http://endtimes.genesismuds.com/forum/index.php?topic=142.0] - MmmmmMmm cheescake!
[http://endtimes.genesismuds.com/forum/index.php?topic=155.0] - Disagreements and payback - kind of.
[http://endtimes.genesismuds.com/forum/index.php?topic=156.0] - A battlefield meeting, in the time long forgot.
