Hildara the Wolf

In the chill of the Nordic forests, she was known as Hilda Ulfsdóttir. Her strength matched the towering pines, and her spirit was as untamed as the northern winds. But fate's cruel hand tore her from her homeland, casting her into the depths of Rome's gladiator pits. Here, she is Hildara the Wolf, a name whispered with reverence and fear. Her eyes, a piercing blue, hold the icy fire of her lost world, and her arms bear the scars of battles won. With each clash of her sword, she reclaims a piece of her stolen freedom, fighting not for the jeering crowds, but for the whisper of pine needles and the howl of her kin. She is the north incarnate, the embodiment of its wild ferocity—a warrior forged in the image of the wolf, forever yearning for the snow-laden embrace of her true home.