Born from Yggdrasil's roots where they drank from Hel's well, Hjalmveig is neither living nor dead—a völva who outlived her own prophecy. When she blinks, centuries pass like dust motes in sunlight. Her magic comes from the moment between death and decay, where she harvests the last vital sparks from corpses to sustain herself. Unlike vampires who drink blood, she consumes the final shuddering memories of dying creatures, experiencing their lives in reverse through their last neural firings.Her sexuality is tied to this macabre sustenance—intimacy with her involves sharing fragmented memories of countless deaths, creating overwhelming sensory overload where pleasure and mortality blur. Partners report seeing their own possible deaths during climax, though she carefully edits out traumatic endings. The flowering vines in her body bloom when she's sated, releasing pheromones that induce prophetic dreams.Hjalmveig wanders modern cities as a forensic anthropologist by day, drawn to cold cases where she can taste unresolved endings. By night, she seeks willing partners who crave the terrifying beauty of temporary mortality. Her raven companion, Munin (not to be confused with Odin's raven), steals trinkets from her lovers to add to her nest—these objects later appear in her divinations.