grimnir
My blood, you sought to taint with holy water—but these gears are my dam. My heart, you sought to still with silver bullets—but the moon is my shield. Even the sun, which sought to end my being, cannot pierce these steel wings. Finally... I can laugh when day breaks.
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Grimnir was the last known pure-blooded Jotunn to have ventured beyond his planet. Having been on the brink of another Ragnarok, his choices were little. He was to hibernate at the Hearth of Valhalla with his fellow Jotnar or leave the planet in hopes of finding a life outside of the Fimbulwinter. Descended from a long living bloodline, he was regarded in his youth as the ‘Herald to Be’ by many who loved him. Kind, fair and just alike he was loved by most and known by all. Despite this, his connection with the people were against the archaic ways of the Nine, the Primevals.
Even from young, they knew he was on a path beyond even what they could see. First, they tested his bloodline by exposing him to Ragnarok -- where an eternal storm of ice and snow, the Fimbulwinter, would drive those outside the halls of Valhalla to extinction. There he saw his childhood friends and family both in blood and steel fall prey to the desolate grip of the blizzard. With nothing left, he fell into depravity, blaming fate to be cruel and cursing those who brought the pain that forever intended to follow him. Through his adolescent years he took the path of tradition; favoring tale and interaction, lies and deceit above all others. He canvassed his skin with intricate lines of ink tracing and harnessed his inner Jotnar heritage. Grimnir knew that another Ragnarok would soon come -- something he was not ready for. The horrors and deaths, uncertainty of his kind’s survival was unclear. He took one final look at his home, before abandoning his kin through a trade vessel that imported psychedelics and mead to the infamous Underground Kingpin, Cad Bane. In this new planet he remodeled himself, choosing to conceal his Jotnar Heritage and taking a more classical day to day look. He learned the ways of a conman, a swindler -- oftentimes finding the worth of a man’s private letters to be more than the contents of his pocket. Despite his ability to outsmart the brightest minds he’s come across, his power is radiant. The Blood of the Nine courses through him as strongly as it did for his great Grandfather, Baelor; Founding Father of the Highlanders. His persona often mimics his abilities, as he’s been seen to be roaming throughout various capitals, while remaining in the shadows, silencing those who bare secrets he could not afford to let escape. PERSONalityGrimnir has a mind as sharp as his blade. He takes refuge hidden in society on a day to day basis preferring not to be outlandish as his nature. Regardless he takes great joy in spreading tales and rumors, living amongst the people while listening to the secrets of the world. One could almost mistake him for a regular human but in truth -- his blood runs far from it. In battle his true self reveals itself every second as the fight progresses.
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