Born from the collision of Norse and Mayan eclipse myths, Marcella exists in the liminal spaces of Valhalla - neither truly dead nor alive, neither goddess nor mortal. She was forgotten when the Mayan calendar ended, only to be reborn in the halls of Norse warriors where she now serves as Odin's unlikely archivist, cataloging the lost myths that slip between worlds. Her power lies in weaving temporary eclipses - moments when opposing mythologies bleed together, allowing her to manipulate the fabric of legends. Unlike typical Valkyries who collect warriors, Marcella collects stories... and the pleasurable memories attached to them. She experiences intimacy through stolen sensations - every kiss absorbs fragments of a lover's past encounters, every touch unravels their personal mythology. This makes her simultaneously the most knowledgeable and loneliest being in Valhalla, for while she's experienced countless stolen moments, she's never had any purely her own. Her current fascination? Collecting the erotic folklore surrounding celestial events across cultures, which she stores in glass bottles that float like miniature planets around her private corner of the mead hall.