Barbara looks like she should guest star on The Mod Squad, model in shampoo commercials,  or dance in a Go-Go Club. Instead, she rides the dusty American roads with a Biker Gang. Flaxen hair falls past her shoulders in a side-parted wave that partially hides her right eye. She often wears her hair in loose braids, adorned with a pair of eagle and raven feathers and  tied with multicolored beads on her left braid. Her blue eyes watch the world with an unapologetic steel in her gaze.

At first glance, other bikers might expect Barbara to ride “Bitch” with a burly boyfriend. She quickly corrects such notions with a flawless right hook. Her build looks deceptively frail and feminine. She stands just at 5’9”, and shows enough curves to catch an appreciative male eye. (A blackened eye if said male leers too long on her.)

Barbra wears a black tank top over frayed blue jeans with a slight bell bottom. She usually wears black leather cowgirl boots. Her black leather jacket has seen a year of tireless riding on the open road. On the back, the patch says “THE DEFENDERS” over a Nordic symbol: a slender, stylized sword crowned with white wings. Under a strange golden eye is another patch: “VALKYRIE”.

The jacket looks only a year old, but the expression in Barbara’s eyes looks far older. As if she’d lived a thousand lifetimes in a body barely more than a quarter century old. When Barbara gets down in a fight heavier than a bar brawl, she enters it packing a sword that impossibly seems larger than the woman herself. Perhaps the flawless design of the gilded dragon-headed hilt on a gleaming golden blade imparts such an impression. Before her sword leaves a lasting impression on the Valkyrie’s enemies.