Ruler of the Underworld, Guardian of the Dead

I am one of the children born to Loki, the trickster and Angrboda, the giantess. Unfortunately, because of my mom, I inherited part of my looks that weren't so appealing. My body feels like it is half dead and half alive. While my face, neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, and back are all pink and is bearable to look at, from my hips down my body looks decayed and greenish-black. Eww I know, pretty disgusting. Unfortunately Odin was on a mission to capture Jormungand, Fenrir (my two siblings), and me. He hurled me out of Asgard, into the darkness of Niflheim, the world beneath the worlds. He told me that in the underworld, I would look after the dead, in all of the nine worlds who died of illness and old age, but on one condition and that I had to promise to share whatever food I had with whoever came down to me. Also I watched over the children and women who died in childbirth. However, I do not guide those soulds that choose the path of war and violence. Since I really had no choice but to live in the underworld, I made myself feel at home. I built huge walls around my estate, protecting my hall, Eljudnir, home of the dead.