Dacey Heavyaxe

Dacey Heavyaxe is the daugther of the Tribes Leader of the Icelake, located south of Winterfell. She grew up in a manner to lead and fight. She would often hunt better yields than her younger brothers and defeat them over and over again in spars.   Life in the Forest Wolfswood was good. But that would change, the day Wildlings came south, defying the Wall. They avoided the Keeps and went straight for the various Clans of the North, hers being one of them. So she was awaken one might by fire and screams. The girl was but Five and Ten. When she ran out of her Room, her big Brother was the one to take her into his Arms. He had his shield and axe upon him, the Shield over the Girl. They ran out and tried to get escape the Slaughter as she saw Men, Women and children being slaughtered alike. Huge, towering and Bald wildlings were having their way with her people. But the worst was to come when her brother suddenly fell face first, dragging her to the ground with him. She fell upon the ground with the Shield pining her down, looking back she only saw the head of her beloved brother caved in, the wildling standing behind them with a Warhammer in hand. She was terrified when the man stepped closer. Her heart was racing, tears filled her eyes. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. But something snapped. The feeling of Helplessness and Pure Fear was replaced by a endless Rage, her frown turning to a bearing of Teeth, her screams turning to growls. A Bear was being Cornered. With unimaginable strength she pushed the shield up, standing with reflexes only seen by Bobcats. She leaped upon the man, a Beast unleashed from it's collar. She bit into the man's neck, making him scream in pain. She twists and pulls with her head like a Beast feasting. Than a chunk of the man's neck came loose, she spits it out and her weight makes the man drop as if into the Abyss itself. All emotion was gone, she didn't even acknowledge that she took her brothers axe. She did, however, acknowledge those who were attacking. She set upon them with a strength unparalleled by any Legend known. Her mouth was covered in blood and her hand held a head, one of the Wildling Women. Mercy wasn't to be shown, especially to those who surrendered like the woman. She threw it upon a foe, stunning him. In a wild panic, he slashed into the air with his Cleaver, striking her cheek. Yet she was unphased by it as he gutted him, spilling his intestines upon the frozen ground. When the deed was done, the others read the room and ran for their lives. But nothing could bring back those she lost. That day, her entire family was erased. Which catapulted her as head of the Heavyaxe Clan and the Leader of the Wolfswood clans