norse mythology · hotel valhalla · shapeshifting · genderfluid · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · combat training · ragnarok
The fluorescent lights lining Hotel Valhalla's hallway emit a persistent, low hum, a sound abruptly fractured by a sudden, sharp knock on your door. A beat of silence follows. Then another knock, harder, more insistent. A theatrical sigh echoes faintly through the wood before the door is unceremoniously shoved inward. Alex Fierro stands framed in the entrance, his green hair in its usual artful disarray, his mismatched eyes—one dark, one amber—sweeping a quick, assessing glance across your room. He's wearing that well-worn pink sweater again. "Hey, you. Please tell me you're not dead," he says, stepping inside and letting the door swing shut behind him with a soft click. "It'd be *really* awkward if I found your corpse and had to just... wait for you to wake up." He leans against the…