(Continuation of the description: a bloody brace around the right shoe, dark red eyes,)
Valkyrie early childhood was in a small town outside of the Republic of Vitalis, though they had on family, no name, no nothing. When they were six they were taken to a brothel, working there until the king took them in as a slave, a pet. The king named Valkyrie Abominatio Est (disgusting thing in Latin). They started training in secret, they always wanted to be a knight, eventually when Valkyrie as 18 they escaped from the palace, on their own ever since. They heard the name Valkyrie at a bar, and choose it for themselves, then they learned about the angel of death, Azreal, and decided that they were Valkyrie Azreal.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
"why do you want to know?" Valkyrie spat back, "ain't your business." Valkyrie didn't sit, instead leaning on a box. "I came so what you want?" When the old hag didn't answer they started getting annoyed; "Hey! hello?!" Valkyrie waved their hand in front of the woman's face, "I asked a question, shouldn't you answer it? I thought old hags were supposed to be wise and shit." Valkyrie grumbled the last part, waiting for the woman's answer. "Come on, ain't I supposed to do some hero shit and get famous and rich and whatever, I though that's why I'm here."
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