Height
6'5" (in skates)
Likes
Love potion, 4in heels, drinking games, kittens
Dislikes
Heathens, empty cocktail glasses, dogs
Distinguishing Characteristics
Really?
Bio
Born to the Norse God, Odin, Val spent the early years of her life horseback riding, and play-sword fighting with fallen warriors of battle. Day dreaming of riding bareback onto real battle fields, she wandered the golden halls of Valhalla. It wasn’t long until she overshadowed the fallen warriors, maturing to be more than twice their size. While content with her golden-spoon upbringing, she learned soon enough she was meant for more.
As a young adolescent, Val was out riding one day, when her Clydesdale got spooked. He took off with lightning speed! She gripped the mane with all her might and clenched with her thighs to hold on as she was taken south. She soon came to a clearing, where her Clydesdale stopped, resting, suddenly calm and at ease. She had stumbled on to the mortal battle field of the TXRD banked track. And ultimately, found her true calling.
The team of Hellcat warriors there were kind-hearted and welcoming, but fierce competitors. She fashioned to her feet, roller skates, made with golden bearings; a gift from Odin. Her early warrior training inspired her skating as she lunged toward her competitors on the day of Roller Derby battle, hip checking and body blocking her rivals. Towering over all the rivals in the land, casting shadows on this jammer and that jammer, she was named the “Chooser of the Slain”. She decides who falls in battle on the banked track. She’s the hardest hitter this side of Valhalla, and she will chase you down.
When not gathering fallen souls from the banked track, Val sheds her garments of Derby and dons the white virginal robe of the goddess she is. She spends her off season in Valhalla's vast golden hall, big enough to hold goddesses of her statuesque proportions. She drinks mead and engages in sacred, riotous drinking sessions, otherwise known as Flip Cup.
Dare to let her vigorous charisma or the flowing white robe fool you. If you’ve got a star on your helmet, she will come for you and she will take your fallen soul. Don’t look behind you. Look above you.