1st of many original characters made, thanks to inspiration from adopted characters and life experiences. This one's a plump Death's-head Hawkmoth woman who served in the Bundeswehr, as part of a flying shocktrooper, paratrooper and commando brigade. Particularly one that excels at nighttime operations and dark areas. Their armor resembling the type found in "Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade".

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And thanks to her eyes, she can channel the American Mothman Cryptid from West Virginian folklore, which she used to great effect when deployed against supernatural threats, supervillains, terror organizations and other malevolent groups and entities.

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Thanks to  Blazbaros for illustrating her. His ability to draw the female form is exquisite.

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Name:
Hilda.

Age:
35 years.

Height:
8ft.

Species:
Death's-head Hawkmoth.

Ethnic/Geographic background:
German. (Half-Jewish on her mother's side.)

Occupation:
Confectioner. Fitness and Self-Defense coach. (Ex-Bundeswehr.)

Bio:

Born and raised in Munich, Germany. Hilda always had an large appetite as a caterpillar, it's necessary for transitioning into the adult stage of her lifecycle after all. To no one's surprise, she always had an enjoyment of sweets and other forms of confectionery, especially honey. And so when the time came for her to spin her cocoon and be a pupa, she bumped up her food intake and went into hibernation. A week passed as she slumbered, before emerging as a adult moth with vibrant wings and slender figure. It was a bit of a shock at first for her friends and family. She was cute and pudgy as a caterpillar, but no one expected her to look as gorgeous as she was. And she resolved to stay trim and fit, liking her new form.

Now, it was time to devote herself to a decent career, make something of her life. Spent some time thinking of what she liked other than confectionery, and realized she liked flying as well as exercise and self-defense. All it took was a parade of the Bundeswehr, the modern German armed forces, marching through town that made her realize she wanted to be a soldier. And so, she made her way to the nearest recruiting office as soon as she was old enough, and signed her name on the dotted line. Couple months later, she was being drilled on everything a soldier needed to know and understand. Spent countless days and nights training, exercising and shooting. Forcing herself over the obstacles on a course, gritting her teeth as she pumped iron in the gym, trudging alongside her comrades during marching with a full pack, and feeling the recoil of all manner of guns, rockets and grenade launchers against her four arms, as well as the rumble of exploding grenades and explosives on the ground into her feet. Her favorite weapon was the legendary MG3 machine gun platform, derived from the classic MG42 machine gun of WW2 fame, or infamy depending on who you ask. The cold jet stream encountered when flying did wonders for cooling the barrel.

Having finished bootcamp, she was sent to another training camp to be part of a shocktrooper brigade, alongside other fliers and those gifted with wings. Seemed only natural to put her flying ability to good use like so. What then followed next was a year of rather intense training and drilling in all there was to know about being a special forces operator. She also learned how to pilot and drive certain military vehicles like a helicopter for instance. And formed very close relationships with her fellows in uniform. Developing a reputation for a hard partying, beer drinking maiden with a large appetite come chow time. Come graduation, she and her friends went out for a wild party in her hometown of Munich. Wolfed down so much schnitzel, sauerkraut and bratwurst. Copious amounts of Beer too. It was a regular practice when they on their downtime, it was a good way to destress and celebrate after successful missions, and to remember those who went into the howling dark, never to return.

She knows what it's like to fall in battle against evil. Why? Because it almost happened to her. 7 years after she enlisted at 18 years.

It was a routine mission. She and her squad mates were in a plane flying towards an incursion by the dark, ruinous powers into their reality. The plane was to ride into the battlefield, deploy out the back using their parachutes and wings like airborne troopers, engaging all threats like demonic monsters and malevolent magic users. It was a disaster. The plane was attacked by a winged hellbeast, and they were forced to deploy ahead of schedule. She barely made it out of the plane when it broke up in midflight, firing her MG3 machine gun and H&K USP handgun at the assaulting warlocks, flying with sprouted demon wings and on broomsticks. Put up a good fight thankfully, but at a heavy cost. She was badly wounded and could not sustain flight, crashing into the forest, barely alive. It seemed like the end for her, as she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. Imagine her surprise when she regained consciousness, and saw herself bandaged up at a secluded campsite, with a domestic feline tending to her wounds. Fate had other plans apparently.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"Nevermind that, focus on healing first. The nanites need time to patch you up."

"Danke. Do you have a name?"

"Nigel ma'am."

"Hilda. It's a pleasure."

As the healing nanites did their work, they chatted and got to know each other. She learned that Nigel was conducting some behind-the-scenes assassination work on the malevolent warlocks and eldritch beings, and she crashed near his campsite, after he returned from putting a bullet into the heads of the aft mentioned vermin. He also expressed an enjoyment of her culture and hoped to visit Munich again soon. She offered to pay for the 1st round when he dines at her favorite beer garden. But just as they shared a joke about military service, she got a call on her radio, a desperate request for help. Some of the ordinary army units were besieged by hordes of eldritch abominations and their black magic handlers, and they needed assistance asap.

"They need help! I have to regroup with my squad!"

"They're too far away! They won't make it in time! Let's go there ourselves!"

"I'll use my transponder to call them to our location there!"

"Good! Let's go!"

And so, Hilda carried Nigel along as she flew to the battlefield, arriving just in time to help the army units. They fought valiantly, saving countless lives and slaying numerous evil warlocks and eldritch monsters. It did seem odd that their magic didn't work so well this time around, and they could not use their enchantments to the fullest. And in some cases, their powers didn't work at all. It was pretty much a one sided fight as the heroes persevered and slew much of them, taking some prisoner. And even more so when the rest of Hilda's brigade arrived. In time, they destroyed the portal allowing the monsters to cross over, and ended the battle. Now to tend to the wounded. When that was done, Nigel bid Hilda farewell and they promised to meet each other again someday.

That was 10 years ago.

Now, Nigel was in Munich for a holiday. As he strolled down the street, he chanced on a new confectionery shop that opened recently. Deciding to try some of their wares out, he stepped inside and rang the bell. A voice called out saying that she would be out soon. It sounded familiar. Sure enough, the shop owner stepped out and greeted him, asking what he wanted. It took a glance at her nametag to realize who she might be.

"Hilda?"

"Nigel?"

At that moment, Hilda went around the counter and hugged him, happy to see him again. What was confusing was how she had changed. What was once a slender and muscled moth woman, was now a busty and plump moth lady. But still quite strong though.

"What happened to you?"

"I can't help it, I love candy and sweets."

"Heh, what would your commanding officer say?"

"He loves my honey cakes, and so do the rest of my squad when they stop by."

That night in her apartment, they caught up. Detailing how she served for another couple of years before being discharged. But not without having some changes made to their armor and equipment. It was acknowledged that the threats they went up with were getting brazen in their attacks, and something that would demoralize them was needed. What they came up with seemed like something the Nazis would do several decades ago. They modified their armor to cover themselves completely, painted it all jet black and took inspiration from how the Wehrmacht's uniforms were like, with strict regulations to ensure that personnel would not want to emulate the same mindset and atrocities that occurred decades ago. Only difference was the optics. Hilda then showed a photo of the armor she used. She looked like a black clad exterminator, a hardened soldier who was heavily armored and seemed more like a cold ruthless machine than a mortal lifeform. Most striking of all, were her optics. A pair of menacing, red eyes that seemed more in line with a robotic killing machine.

"Cutting it a little close aren't they?"

"It's fine as long as we don't emulate those Schweinhunden from decades past. My mother's side of the family is Jewish, so I don't care for that ideology at all."

"Yeah, it's basically a façade. You're as easygoing as they come, yet they portray you as a unstoppable killing machine like you said. Granted, one who slays monsters and such."

"They even compared me to the Mothman Cryptid from America. One who stalks the night. Especially because of my eyes. Flattering yes, but I only did what I did to keep good people safe."

She takes a sip of her honey tea.

"You doing anything else other than this sweet-making gig?"

"Oh, Ja. I work at the local gym. Teaching fitness and self-defense. I host a Krav Maga class among other things."

"Not very often it seems."

"Hush."

Later, with tea and biscuits finished, they said goodbye and promised to keep in touch. Nigel even brought back a pack of homemade biscuits and cookies that Hilda prepared for him. All in all, a strong and healthy as well as confident and radiant female, worth visiting and sharing sweet treats with, and worth fighting alongside with in a hellish warzone.

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Artist for this art is  Blazbaros
Hilda belongs to  triadenforcer