Alfhilde Radmund

Name: Alfhilde Rådmund

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Human (Valkyrjan)

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 9 stone.

Appearance:  Rather tall for a female, she balances the height with her slim, but powerful body. Reaching down her back are coppery-blonde locks, usually tightly braided with wooden beads- treasures of her past raids. Framed by charcoal lashes are mysterious emerald eyes- completely different from those of her father Sigurrd, brother Thorson, or mother Brigid.

Personality: Until the death of her family, she was seemingly carefree- preferring an afternoon with Amagna (Her horse) to an afternoon cooped up within the confines of their family home. After their deaths however, she is swamped with a mix of emotions, ruled almost by them- sorrow, anger, and then finally curiosity after meeting with the person who killed them.

Background: Raised secretly, amidst strangers unknowing of her own blood, Alfhilde was a daughter cherished, punished, spoiled and taught brutality. All of these lessons she learned, remembered, and kept in a store within. She wasn’t to be a mere lady, no, she was to be more. She was to be a warrior maiden.

Her father Sigurrd taught her the ways of the sword, and of harsh judgment; the ways to use reason and logic to overcome a situation, and if need be, a sword. He taught her the dances of blades; the waltz of a broadsword, the jig of a langsax.

Her brother Thorson taught her how to be one with her surroundings, and horsemanship. He taught her how to look for the signs, and follow them. How the rain and earth smelled, how humanity could taint the very air. Giving her the gift of Amagna he taught her how they could be one, instead of two separate beings.

She was also taught the fine points of being a woman; how to spin, run a household, dance, sing- all the characteristics of the head of a household.

However, nobody could really tell her where she really came from, who her ‘real’ family were (although, she was their family all the same, even if they had known) or moreover, anything about her history. All they could tell her was that a stranger had appeared one day, swathed in a raggedy gray cloak, and bearing her in the crook of his arm gently, ironically for such a bedraggled looking person. He’d asked if they would watch her, raise her, albeit she was a girl. Her parents had agreed wholeheartedly, to raise the girl, a daughter, a sister to her brother. When the thought had occurred to them to ask about the girl’s family, the stranger had already disappeared, taking with him, the mystery of the child’s past.


Weapons: Upon her, she carries only her father’s broadsword, picked up from the charred remains of their family home. It is not the only weapon she is skilled in however; she is also skilled in the ways of the bow, and halberd.

Powers: None.

Extra info: Currently, she is concerned only with avenging her family, and also discovering what Loki meant when he said there was more to her story. [Note: Disregard this last bit, as you won’t get it until later]