Shaman (for honor)

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("Do you hear them? They are always whispering, just out of reach. But when the red spills, she can hear them louder. They shout excitedly when bones break. Do you hear them now? They scream of war; they scream the name of those next to die. I will use my hatchet and dagger to cut bodies down, and then I will use my hands. They are louder now, the voices overwhelming. They won't stop. They won't stop until all lie dead." -Shaman on the voices in her head.)

Shaman is a Viking shaman from For Honor, born in the wilderness as she was abandoned as a child and now more part of said wilderness than any human civilization, having grown up in the harsh lands of Valkenheim.

The Shaman's solitary existence has made her insane but don't let her erratic behaviour fool you! She is one of the deadliest warriors alive and she will feast on your bones.

The Shaman lives a solitary life in the forests scattered around Valkenheim. This isolation has left her little to no civility and she appears to be utterly savage. She sees omens and communes with the gods, practicing rituals that only she knows. The squabbles of Factions do not concern her, but the blood and bones sing her name. And as she has read the entrails of a scout, she knows her fate is tied to the war in the south. Her hatchet and dagger are thirsty. Once she enters the battle, her blood-rage will ensure that none will be left alive.

The Shaman wears very little armor, only a leather tunic and pants with a sash wrapped around her waist. Skulls of humans and animals decorate her clothes with severed human fingers hanging from her belt along with rope, a hook, and gut-hook knife. A dagger is sheathed behind her back along with a pouch and a bear trap. She wears a metal head band on her head as her hair is exotically shaven and tied up.

She uses both a hatchet and a dagger to fight, a speedy combination of brutality and slashing capability, making her savage and unpredictable.

Has cannibalistic tendencies and might just mistake your genitalia for a tasty snack (not really in the sexy way)

Deeply feared and respected by the other Vikings, as they see her both as the Oracle of the gods and a feral beast.

Can actually be quite sweet when she isn't in her blood rage, but remains unpredictable. Is also a good cook, due to her knowledge on surviving in the wilderness.

Has her face covered in face paint and actually combs her hair every once in a while, if albeit just to not have it hanging in her face when she fights.

Has a distaste for knights, as she has a hard time getting through the armor they wear, especially the Lawbringers.

Usually pounces on warriors in a fight to bite through their throat with there bare teeth, or to disable them from fighting back with the cruelty of a cat playing with a mouse.

Obsessed with the Viking gods, she thinks that the voices she hears are them, leading her to kill and work in their name, though these 'gods' are way too unpredictable in their demands to really be that...

Speaks common (English) and Icelandic fluently, though she acts pretty deranged most of the time, especially when she's in a blood rage, so it's hard to tell.

Deranged, if albeit in a fun way when she isn't in a bloodlust.