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The dryadborn Demoness of Prisons in high-school mode meeting Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III...whose name is almost description enough for the gunslinging warrior.

Other Crit Role meets my characters art here:

Other Hel Logesdottir art here:

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The teenager leaned against the tree and switched her crutch to hang off of the more or less non-functional arm before stuffing the hand in the belt of her school uniform. Long red hair growing down from the right side of her face was mostly swept to the side to conceal the disfigured visage on that side of her skull though movements still caused the hair to occasionally shift and reveal the dry and withered flesh underneath. A red circle with a pale key-hole in the center stood out on her forehead even as bright, red chains were marked across her face.

"I gather that you're not exactly from around here," the young man leaning against another side of the same tree noted wryly. He had prematurely white-hair and intense eyes. His mode of dress was very elegant and sophisticated. A gun sat in a holster at his waist.

"That is very obvious," the girl retorted. "Of all the things that could ruin my schedule, dimensional displacement isn't the first that I would think of. Might I ask where precisely I am?"

"This is the city of Whitestone," the young man noted. "A stretch of land has been traditionally managed by the de Rolo family. We've experienced some definite growth of late."

"I see," the girl noted. "It looks like there's been some rebuilding going on as well."

"Yes, there was a bit of a vampire infestation here a few months back," the white-haired gunman noted. "Clearing it out and reclaiming requited a fair bit more collateral damage than we'd hoped for."

"Ah, were you an exile of some sort?" the girl asked. "I know what that feels like."

"I believe we already did establish you weren't a being of this world," the gunman noted dryly.

"We did and I clearly was not referring to that situation," the girl snapped. "I was driven out of my home as well."

"Hmm, and how did that happen?" the gunman asked. "Assuming it's not too much of a trouble."

"My father killed someone," she explained. "He ended up in a prison with my step-mother. Meanwhile, I was disconnected from Ashvattha and just left to roam about and go insane."

"Was your step-mother involved in the crime?" the white-haired young man asked.

"No, she volunteered to go with him," the withered young woman noted. "It's a family-run prison. For some reason the head of my house eschewed the use of Tartarus for this matter. I am certain that my family had not intended my exile to be so...abrupt. Someone interfered in matters. Likely there is something shady behind the whole event."

"At least then you still have your family in life," the gunman told her calmly. "It could have been much worse. For my part, there is only my sister left of my family, the Briarwoods killed everyone else and then set about making the land around here into a charnel house."

He turned about and faced her directly, giving a courteous bow.

"By the way, my name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, but you may call me Percy," he said.

"I hope you don't mind if I don't return the bow," the young woman noted, narrowing her eyes and trying to decide if the gesture was a deliberate affront before continuing. "But I am The Chained Maiden, soon-to-be Warden of the Abyss, the Demoness of Prisons, Hel Logesdottir of House Aesir, niece to Lord Odin Urdson."

"Soon to be Warden of the Abyss?" Percy asked casually.

"Yes, I'm currently in high school," she noted. "Until I mature again to adulthood, Yomi isn't exactly going to let me run their prisons for them."

"That does just make good sense, I suppose," Percy noted with a nod.

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Art by

The dryadborn Demoness of Prisons in high-school mode meeting Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III...whose name is almost description enough for the gunslinging warrior.

Other Crit Role meets my characters art here:

Other Hel Logesdottir art here:

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The teenager leaned against the tree and switched her crutch to hang off of the more or less non-functional arm before stuffing the hand in the belt of her school uniform. Long red hair growing down from the right side of her face was mostly swept to the side to conceal the disfigured visage on that side of her skull though movements still caused the hair to occasionally shift and reveal the dry and withered flesh underneath. A red circle with a pale key-hole in the center stood out on her forehead even as bright, red chains were marked across her face.

"I gather that you're not exactly from around here," the young man leaning against another side of the same tree noted wryly. He had prematurely white-hair and intense eyes. His mode of dress was very elegant and sophisticated. A gun sat in a holster at his waist.

"That is very obvious," the girl retorted. "Of all the things that could ruin my schedule, dimensional displacement isn't the first that I would think of. Might I ask where precisely I am?"

"This is the city of Whitestone," the young man noted. "A stretch of land has been traditionally managed by the de Rolo family. We've experienced some definite growth of late."

"I see," the girl noted. "It looks like there's been some rebuilding going on as well."

"Yes, there was a bit of a vampire infestation here a few months back," the white-haired gunman noted. "Clearing it out and reclaiming requited a fair bit more collateral damage than we'd hoped for."

"Ah, were you an exile of some sort?" the girl asked. "I know what that feels like."

"I believe we already did establish you weren't a being of this world," the gunman noted dryly.

"We did and I clearly was not referring to that situation," the girl snapped. "I was driven out of my home as well."

"Hmm, and how did that happen?" the gunman asked. "Assuming it's not too much of a trouble."

"My father killed someone," she explained. "He ended up in a prison with my step-mother. Meanwhile, I was disconnected from Ashvattha and just left to roam about and go insane."

"Was your step-mother involved in the crime?" the white-haired young man asked.

"No, she volunteered to go with him," the withered young woman noted. "It's a family-run prison. For some reason the head of my house eschewed the use of Tartarus for this matter. I am certain that my family had not intended my exile to be so...abrupt. Someone interfered in matters. Likely there is something shady behind the whole event."

"At least then you still have your family in life," the gunman told her calmly. "It could have been much worse. For my part, there is only my sister left of my family, the Briarwoods killed everyone else and then set about making the land around here into a charnel house."

He turned about and faced her directly, giving a courteous bow.

"By the way, my name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, but you may call me Percy," he said.

"I hope you don't mind if I don't return the bow," the young woman noted, narrowing her eyes and trying to decide if the gesture was a deliberate affront before continuing. "But I am The Chained Maiden, soon-to-be Warden of the Abyss, the Demoness of Prisons, Hel Logesdottir of House Aesir, niece to Lord Odin Urdson."

"Soon to be Warden of the Abyss?" Percy asked casually.

"Yes, I'm currently in high school," she noted. "Until I mature again to adulthood, Yomi isn't exactly going to let me run their prisons for them."

"That does just make good sense, I suppose," Percy noted with a nod.