Fallen Valkyrie Casual

This battle-worn chooser of the slain looks like she’s off duty but still absolutely judging your combat form. Her once-regal armor is now mismatched and relaxed — a breastplate with old celestial engravings, fur-lined shoulder wrap, and loose travel leathers that say “retired” while the sword says “temporarily.”

Her wings, once proud and radiant, are now darker at the tips with a few bent feathers, folded casually behind her like she’s trying not to make a big deal out of the whole “exiled from Valhalla” thing. A couple of feathers drift near the base, sculpted mid-fall, because drama follows her whether she wants it to or not.

Her helmet hangs from her belt, dented but polished, while her hair falls in loose warrior braids threaded with small beads and tokens from battles past. Her expression is calm, confident, and carries the unmistakable look of someone who has personally escorted kings to the afterlife and is now just trying to enjoy a quiet drink.

In one hand she rests a spear or sword casually over her shoulder, not in a ready stance — just an easy, practiced hold that says she could still ruin someone’s day without spilling her mead.