And then I wrote it up as fic, because I could.
Astrid is a Norscan scout who is somewhat trigger happy and hates fae, undead, and above all, undead fae, which may be somewhat linked to the trigger happiness. She ended up in Grantabrugge after needing to leave her home town in rather a hurry and seems to have managed to settle down there this time round after her first attempt involved Ivan, then Ivan's disappearance, then running off to Kernow to shoot fae and take their stuff for a while until (she hoped) everyone had forgotten about her and Ivan.
Instead, she came back and was spiritually awakened to Humact by Ivan in angelic form, in public, and was then seen leaving the bar with him. So much for that, then.
Her original character background is below:
Astrid Olafsdottir was born and raised in a Triplicity commune in Norsca. Her parents died when she was very young and she grew up seeing the temple and its inhabitants as a sort of extended family- her community. Life went according to plan- she was taught basic first aid and then as hoped for she was awakened as a priest in 1286 at the age of twenty. Two years after that, things stopped going according to plan when the Triplicity was killed during the war against the King and his cult.
In the upheaval that followed, what had been a cohesive and harmonious community began to fracture as people tried to work out where their lives were going from then on. Many advocated carrying on as before, following the teachings of the Triplicity and providing the same services they always did to the local villages, others threatened to leave, and others, free of the threat of spirit-wrack, began to turn away from their long-held strictures.
So a month after the death of her god, Astrid left her birthplace for good. She'd kept her head down in the infighting, so nobody would have been too bothered... except that she took with her a decent proportion of the temple's valuables and its fastest horse.
Cautious selling of pieces of treasure got her out of Norsca and to Albion, and crucially a long way away from the people who might have liked to claim said treasure was theirs. She travelled around the north of Wessex and the Seven Shires for a while, moving from town to town and surviving on the proceeds from the rest of the temple valuables and anything she could earn aiding the local healers. In that time she learned some basic survival skills and gained a small amount of ability at hitting things with sticks.
But eventually the money started to grow short, and Norscans began to be regarded with more suspicion as raiding parties began to show up on the coast again. So Astrid decided to find a city where things looked a little safer for foreigners. And maybe there'd be the chance for a new settled life...