Castle Rock;

High Priestess-Druid, the Artificer craft-writing, aka {Blood-Hunter,} and the Cleric-Truth aka “Germanic-Tribe.”

In history, my areas of expertise and background knowledge cover a broad range of subjects, but my focus has always been the roles and traditions, as my journey focus on my beliefs staying strong on not giving up.

Cascading down my back was my long, vibrant blue/green hair, known as “Raven-Wolf,” nickname, “Snowflake,” a dramatic contrast to my pale white skin and the striking purple eyes which seemed to possess an inner light.

Attire; hooded-cloak, made of white-tale dear skin, of dark purple-green, leather ripped pants, top color-royal blue with a strap around the neck and shoulders, family-crest brooch, my boots produced of indigenous-snowy owl mukluk sheep-skin.

With my pouch, I carry weapons like {short-blades, wand, my journal made from leather, papyrus-treated animal skin, fountain pen-feather, pencil, tankard, utensils, bedroll,} and Druids gain proficiency in skills that reflect their connection to nature and Wisdom, while Blood Hunters focus on skills that enhance their combat and investigative abilities, and Clerics lean towards skills that support my own divine power and knowledge.

I move with a graceful coldness, fearless, god-like power aka demigod, an aloof and imperious air, a subtle chill emanating from me that keeps others at a distance.

I’m a “Creative-Writing, to taking one step a day, as I leave my foot-prints behind, as a Freelance-Author,” fallowing my dreams and goals to never giving up to having a second chance of life, whose articles on criminal psychology often leave me pondering the complexities of the human psyche; and mythological-creature knows how, as I tap-tap-tap of my keyboard is the soundtrack to my investigations.

This involves a lot of time spent immersed in the detailed world of case files, their contents both intriguing and sometimes disturbing, interspersed with interviews, each conversation a chance to piece together the truth.