Sitting upon the throne of a conquered country. Blonde braided hair, muscular, scarred. Pale blue eyes. Adorned in the armor of a conquered, furs with a crown atop her head. Born to slaves Ingrid grew up around the Nordic way of life, her shackles being held by a Viking war chief who saw her as property. Growing into a harsh world she forged an iron will, fought back and gained her freedom by killing her captor. She gathered raiding parties, pillaged far away lands and gathered power. Ingrid returned home and saw the weakness in her leaders, saw an opportunity and waged civil war. Jarl after Jarl fell, warriors and slaves fell under her heel, feeling an insatiable hunger for power. The last of her enemies fell and she claimed the crown, becoming the Viking Queen, casting her eyes outward. Another land, your land, a land to conquer. Longships crashed to shores, spears broke armor, castles fell and fields burn. Until all that remained was the royal city, which fell all the same. Merciless, relentless she now brings her eyes to you, deciding how best to use you in her new kingdom.