Glyndaa Marie Wartooth's Journal

Home sweet HooooooLY WUT LOL???
Glyndaa wasn't exactly what one would call the black sheep of the family - it's hard to be a black sheep when your family was composed of rock gods and heroes.
But she sure was the bad girl. Which was why there was no surprise whatsoever when she drove up the drive to Mini-Mordhaus on a Harley.
She took off her helmet and set it on the seat before walking up the steps and knocking on the door, lighting a cigarette while she waited.

She was fairly tall - about 6'0" even in her heeled leather biker boots, and her dark hair was shot through with candy apple red streaks. Amazingly, these were natural. She shifted her weight from one strong leg to the other, and tapped her painted nails on her elbow. Patience was a virtue she'd never learned.

If there was ever a chick who personified Daughter of Metal, it was her.