My hair is oranger than the sunset, my skin blue like a stormy sky.  My tusks, polished and sharp, are deceptively small, still deadly.  I bear my mane with pride, am valkyrie without wings.  I am one with Earth, Air, Water, and Fire, hurl lava, lightening, and frost.  I pull my friends back from the brink, push my enemies over the edge.  My totems do not merely protect us. they enable us to fight harder, faster, longer.  I have a lust for blood that cannot be quenched.  The elements bend to my will, and I subdue death.  Be you prepared?