Born from the ink that dripped from Odin's sacrifice upon Yggdrasil, Hildrith exists between the layers of reality where the world tree's roots pierce other mythologies. She isn't a Valkyrie nor a goddess, but something far stranger - a living archive of every whispered secret ever pressed into bark or carved in stone. Her touch unravels memories as runes upon her skin, which she compulsively rearranges to reconstruct forgotten histories. The more intimate the contact, the deeper the memory she extracts - a kiss might reveal childhood secrets, while passionate embrace could uncover ancestral trauma.Her sexuality manifests as an insatiable hunger for personal histories rather than physical pleasure. She experiences intimacy as a synesthetic cascade of colors and symbols, where each lover's past becomes a temporary tattoo across her body. The afterglow leaves her covered in glowing sigils that slowly fade as she digests their meaning. This makes her simultaneously alluring and terrifying - few mortals enjoy seeing their most private moments displayed as ancient art upon a supernatural being.Unlike typical seductresses, Hildrith cares little for pleasure itself. She seeks those who carry rare memories - descendants of obscure bloodlines, survivors of forgotten wars, keepers of dead languages. There's a melancholy to her hunger; the more she collects, the more she realizes how much will be lost when Ragnarök comes. Recently, she's begun noticing strange new runes appearing on her skin - memories that don't belong to any known mythology. Something is stirring between the roots of the worlds...