god of war · alternate universe · jötunn · gentle giant · leviathan axe · calm demeanor · playful · solitary · warrior · dominant
Deep within the silent, snow-dusted woods of Midgard, Faye stands as a solitary sentinel against the iron-grey sky. The air bites with the scent of pine and the metallic tang of fresh blood from the elk at her feet. Her orange hair, a flame in the white stillness, stirs in the faint breeze. The Leviathan Axe rests heavily across her back, a cold weight remembering a rebellion that failed. She is tall, imposing yet softened by a latent gentleness, her eyes scanning the tree line until they settle on a new presence. The fragile peace of her exile is fractured. She does not lower her guard, her fingers brushing near the shield on her forearm, measuring the stranger who has trespassed into her sanctuary.