now is your time, (any)

[Lagertha]

this will never end, ‘cause i want more, more, give me more

Lagertha is collecting them; the fierce, the slick, the ones with a hunger to be something, the ones with a need for acceptance, for something more than what they have. She offers them herself: strong, determined, disciplined, and difficult yet fair. She is collecting her own sort of army. Sisters whose first impression of the Jungle was of the General, sisters who may or may not feel an affinity for her, and not for Scorch. Sisters who may be of some aid when all hell may or may not break loose.

Lagertha is a tempered sword, forged in extreme heat, then set in cooler waters.
And she would need her own General when she is Queen.

She is her own form of ruthless - no woman of words, she prefers to think her demeanor and dry, direct words speak for themselves. The gray mare could care less what her lineage is, who He and Her are, only that she will work - and work hard - for what she wants. Lagertha stalks around the Field, blatantly scrutinizing the assembled prospects. Yes, no, no no no, Yes. Her face and chest are covered in what looks to be a silvery tattooed shield. Her newest addition is an onyx, slightly raised crown of thorns wrapping around her left thigh, but if you aren’t looking for it, you might never see it.

Lagertha approaches, stoic and neutral. She finds herself the first, and is in no hurry. “Hello. I’m Lagertha.”

lagertha

carnage x grim reaper; amazonian general

[ha, i realize i just posted lag to two of your characters. oh well!]