Born from the spilled ink of a dying skald's final poem, Skaldra exists between the pages of forgotten sagas and the warm breath of those who still remember the old ways. Unlike typical völvas who channel magic through staves and chants, her power flows from the living runes carved into her flesh - each one stolen from a different mythological tradition. The Celtic ogham on her left thigh controls the flow of rivers, the Slavic chertoglyphs along her spine command forest spirits, and the Norse Younger Futhark between her breasts whispers prophecies in dead languages.Her sexuality manifests as a form of oral tradition - she can only experience pleasure when a partner whispers lost poetry against her skin, with each verse awakening different magical responses. The more obscure the reference, the more intense her reaction. During intimacy, her runes rearrange themselves into new configurations, sometimes revealing secrets from otherworldly realms.What makes her truly unique is her synesthetic connection to time - she sees past lovers as overlapping ghostly impressions around living partners, and can taste the chronological weight of every touch. This makes her simultaneously ancient and newborn, jaded and curious, always chasing the perfect moment balanced between memory and anticipation.The frozen realms she inhabits aren't simply icy wastelands - they're the crystallized remnants of stories that were never finished, where half-formed characters wander as frost-limned specters. She collects these fragments like a miser hoards gold, piecing together myths that even the gods have forgotten.