Name: Astrid Kvale Aliases: Valkyrie, Chooser of the Slain
Astrid was born to a semi-rural farm family in Norway. Her uncle, a university scholar, interested her in the humanities, and she harbored secret hopes of attending university herself before the German occupation left her a homeless orphan. Astrid only survived thanks to her awakening in the midst of the battle that destroyed her life. She was taken in by the local mage community, and mentored by a local Verbena witch and her Euthanatos lover. Astrid proved an apt pupil initially, embracing the myth and metaphysics introduced by her mentors, but she refused to deal with her painful history, choosing instead to redefine herself as a Valkyrie of old.
Her mentors, unsure of what to do, allowed her to continue in her fantasies, both in hopes that it would act as a focus for her growing magical power, and as a distraction while they fled Norwary to carry information to Allied forces at the behest of the Council of Nine. Unfortunately for Astrid, tragedy struck again as they were trapped by necromancers aligned with the Reich. Though the necromancers fell, Astrid's protectors died from their wounds, and Astrid herself barely escaped to deliver the message her mentors had been entrusted with.
The following months saw her drift from one embattled region to another, following the frayed strands of fate to areas where the fighting was heaviest. She granted fortune to the allied forces, saved the lives of some, and took the lives of others. Sometimes she was adopted by units as a guardian angel, and from them she learned combat and survival, but such relationships invariably ended in death. She was a chooser of the slain, it was not her fate to stand long in the company of mortals.
By the time she reached France, Astrid had been replaced by Valkyrie. Her cold eyes maintained a faraway gaze, watching the strands of fate that overlay her surroundings. Something was converging. There would be battle, and there would be death. Soon, she would tip the scales of destiny. Soon...
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