Deirdre, Goddess of Love, Death, and Ruin (Deer-druh)

Love, Death, Ruin, Misery, Guidance, and Music

The Bardic Tales- A catalogue of verses marking famous battles throughout history, listing heroes and warlords alike who perished and are solely remembered in its texts.

A wilting rose, exposing a dagger beneath.

To guide the honored and mighty dead to their respective afterlife.

Like her mother, Deirdre is very fit, and even more agile. She shares Ingemar's slight hourglass figure, but has slightly more muscle mass and broader shoulders.

Pale with countless scars across her body from her time as a conqueror.

Mourning Bard- as Deirdre sings, the spirits of those who were not given a proper burial or died during battle hearken to her, finding solace in her presence as she guides them to the Halls of Hrothmund.   Hurricane of Screams- Deirdre calls upon the voices of the dead and damned, producing a shockwave of misery and sorrow, ripping apart almost everything in its wake.   True Heir of War- The more people Deirdre kills, the stronger she becomes.

She wears a white cloak in an attempt to hide her metal armor, stained a deep bloody crimson, accented with thin braided strips of gold.

Hryðjuverkum- The name of her twin pair of hookblades, roughly translating to Terror. The edges are eternally stained with the blood of the millions she slew as a conqueror, and the blades themselves are said to hum with their final, horrified screams   Eyðileggja- A jet black, battle-scarred, man-eating stallion, larger than any horse ever seen, with a temper worse than its mother, Thukriin. The steed is untamable by all but its true master, who has not ridden him in over 30,000 years.     Hjartýndra- Deirdre's breastplate enchanted with the soul of her former lover, Hakon. It is her primary connection to spirits and specters, Hakon's soul effectively translating Deirdre's songs for the dead to hearken to, while also giving her the ability to feel the emotions of the dead.

The Day that Deirdre was born, a soothsayer had used old magic to determine that one day, the Blood of Hrothmund would produce an heir that would mantle both Hrothmund and Ingemar, and become the single embodiment of War.   Deirdre had been a promising individual who seemed to fit the bill. She was a pinnacle of slaughter on the field of battle, a true pioneer of war. Her many victories not only helped to grow her father's kingdom but made her into the goddess she is today.   On the day that Deirdre ascended to godhood, she became the first individual to unleash the Blood of Hrothmund and is the only recorded occurrence of the ability where the ability caused so much sheer devastation to the land and its people, that a third continent was said to have sunk because of it. Deirdre, by the age of 24, surpassed her siblings in body count by the thousands, perhaps even million's. Mastering every form of combat known to both Hrothmund and Ingemar, she began to create her own, combining her father's chained hookblade technique and fusing it with her mother's talent for cavalry and vanguard tactics to carve bloody swathes through her foes.   During one of her many conquests, she met a mortal man. His name was Hakon, who Deirdre was intrigued by. After every battle he took part in, he sang hymns and songs of forgiveness and kindness over the dead, claiming that it helped soothe the spirits who died while in anger, guiding them to the afterlife. Deirdre took a liking to him, his voice often soothing to her after a long day of slaughter. They'd fight at each other's side, Hakon often riding with her from atop her thundering steed, Eyðileggja, the fiercest stallion to ever live, armed with a short bow and a spear Deirdre had gifted him. Some nights, she'd invite Hakon into her bedchambers against Hrothmund's wishes, always leaving the window in her chambers open, even during the harsh Ragniasi winter. She was content and happy then, having felt that she was on the path she was destined to fulfill.   However, Hakon's Mortality took her by surprise.   One day, when she and Hakon were surrounded during a long battle, Deirdre told Hakon to get down, before very swiftly calling upon the Blood to dispatch their opponents. In her blind rage, she didn't realize that Hakon had fallen from the saddle. After her blood cooled, she desperately searched for her lover, wading through the sea of bodies that she had created. She found no sign of him, until she came upon a man who sat upon a stump, slumped forward, seemingly from exhaustion. When Deirdre looked at him, Hakon's eyes stared lifelessly back at hers. His cuirass and chest had been split wide open, his heart cleaved open for the world to see, and it was quite clear what had happened to him, as the wound had almost ripped him in half; The wound had been inflicted by Deirdre's own hookblade.   Stricken by grief, Deirdre sang as Hakon once had, his spirit hearkening to the song and gracing her breastplate, infusing itself into the armor. Deirdre later demanded that her hookblades be melted down and her horse given to one who would be more worthy of riding the steed. She renounced her claim to the Jagged Iron Throne and swore to never again call upon the Blood of Hrothmund, and to do as Hakon had, singing and hearkening to the lost spirits who wished for the afterlife. Her father, as furious as he was, only settled to let her renounce her claim to the throne, leaving her with her hookblades and a horse trained for violence. 30,000 years later, Deirdre has kept her promise, wandering the battlefields as a specter, hearkening to the dead who were given no burial.   It has been foretold, however, that one day, Deirdre will rise again to Mantle her father again, and it will be the catalyst that accelerates the coming of the Final War  

She unintentionally slew her own lover.

Because of the death of Hakon, Deirdre suffers immensely from depression, what those of Ragnias call "The Dread Veil of Deirdre." Alongside this, Deirdre has post-traumatic stress and is bipolar, having separated the personality of the conqueror and warmonger she was from herself.

To be forgiven for slaying her beloved by assisting those who are lost and cannot find their way.

Her singing voice is unparalleled, likened to a sirens irresistible melody

She adamantly refuses any challenge or calls to fight, afraid of what else she could destroy with her amassed might, second only to Hrothmund.