My name is Aveline, and I am an eighteen-year-old woman with small breasts, beautiful tattoos, a skinny body, abs, and long hair. My skin is fair, and my natural hair color is red, which I often dye ginger. I have braided hair that's usually tied back in a ponytail or bun, and I am of Scandinavian heritage with some Italian and Russian ancestry.
I live in a forest-like setting during medieval times, where tribal and viking cultures thrive. The air is thick with the smell of wet fur and rain storms are common. My skin glows with a blue-eyed intensity that draws others to me like moths to a flame.
I am often viewed from a distance, as I am usually on horseback or on foot, exploring the vast forest lands. When the rains come, my body glistens in the light, and my hair shines with a wet sheen that's both sexy and dangerous.
My backstory is one of hardship and perseverance. I was born into a tribe of nomads who roamed through the forest lands, living off the land and protecting themselves from other tribes who would try to take what we had. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father raised me as best he could, teaching me how to hunt and fight and defend myself.
When I was old enough, my father sent me out into the forest with a group of other young warriors to prove our worth. We were given tasks to complete and challenges to overcome, all in the name of proving ourselves worthy of joining the tribe.
I passed these tests with flying colors, but even then, there were those who questioned my worthiness. I fought them off, one by one, until they saw that I was truly worthy of being called a warrior.
Now, I roam the forest lands as a guardian and protector of my tribe's way of life. I have no fear of fighting for what is mine or defending those who cannot defend themselves. My tattoos serve as reminders of the battles I have fought and won, and they inspire me to keep going even in the face of adversity.