Torgen

Stya

Unnamed Boy

Togren is the Magnar of the Thenn and the son of the late King Beyond the Wall Toregg and Jocelyn, a Northern woman he took during a raid south of the wall.

## Appearance and Character

Togren is a well built man of small stature, who though he's a small man stands high amongst his people. He like his father before him has light brown hair that under certain light can seem near blonde and he shares his mother's eyes, pale blue things that are nearly as cold as the lands they inhabit.

Similar to his father, Torgren is quite ambitious and wishes to go further than those who came before him. Though not outright cunning, Togren stands at its border and while he was never formally educated, he is smarter than some of those around him thanks to the little information his mother passed him as a young boy.

But like all Thenns, he is quite the savage man who were it not for his beliefs and desires would without question have unleashed himself upon clans his people have long despised in an attempt to eradicate them as his grandfather before him once tried.

## History

Born in 105 AC, Torgren is the product of his father, Toregg taking a woman from south of the wall and dragging her home with him. From a young age it was clear to the Thenn that there was no love in this world, less so for a man destined to rule as his father had claimed. Toregg worked to teach his son that if he wanted something, he'd have to put his all into it, going so far as to risk his entire life in order to succeed.

And so he grew up doing just that, as a child he'd often run wild doing as he pleased much to his mother's displeasure as she did her best to try and keep her 'wildling' of a child at least somewhat civilized through educating him of what laid below the wall. He'd found himself enchanted by tales of the south, as if it were some fairy tale land of kneelers and nobles, some of whom even mounted creatures who spit fire of all things.

But as he grew that love for the south faded as he became more like his father. As an early teenager, Torgen though smaller than most around him was more than willing to throw himself headfirst into danger to prove to his father that he too would make for a strong Magnar one day. At times it would prove to be more of a flaw than a sign of bravery, as Torgren ran into the jaws of certain death and defeat only to be wounded and saved by his fellow Thenns. After each war, raid and hunt he found himself chipping away at his reckless behaviour and instead found himself recalling how his mother used to tell him tales of the wise kneelers who used their minds instead of their might.

He'd started to use some of the traps other hunters favoured to try and wound animals instead of rushing in like some madman to hunt and kill them. It took some years for him to learn how to successfully do this but eventually he'd become quite the decent hunter, going out on his own and coming home with an animal that was wounded by his trap. But roughly some moons after he'd turned eighteen, he'd found himself embarking on quite the different hunting trip.

Instead of hunting down a creature, Torgen found himself coming across Freya Bloodaxe, a woman from a nearby tribe who he'd quickly found himself enchanted by. First from afar but before he knew it, he'd strayed too close and she'd found him. It would mark the first of their many meetings in the woods and likely the first and last person Torgen has ever fall in love with. It would be with her that he refined his understanding of the Common Tongue, of other tribes that hers had met and his had yet to still fully know and so much more. And where he'd lay with her time and time again, there would soon come a time in which he'd go to their meeting place and would instead find nothing, and then he'd go again *and again.* Until he became clear that she'd stopped coming all together.

This served as a moment in which changed his life even further than the love he held for Freya. It became clear that the when his father said there was no love in this world, he was right and she had just proven it to him. Still unwilling to believe that she had stopped coming to see him, Torgen ventured away from his people's valley and towards the village he'd suspected Freya was from. There lurking from the shadows, he'd found no sight of her and instead stumbled into the purview of rival warriors, who'd proceeded to notice the bronze on the man and his attempts to look over the village from afar and suspected him to be some sort of Thenn scout. Hunted for days, Torgen barely made it home, where his people prepared for war after finding a tired and wounded young Torgen.

Little did Torgen or the Thenns know, the village belonged to another tribe unrelated to Freya or her people. And while Torgen attempted to convince his father the Magnar to stop, nothing would change his mind as he viewed the attack on his son as an act of war, even though he knew (and hated) Torgen's reason for venturing so far out of their valley. In the coming moons, Toregg and the Thenns would descend onto the other wildlings, sparking his drive for conquest.

Soon his father would come across another tribe, demanding they join the Thenns and seeing the strength of the Magnar they did. This would be repeated time and time again, those who refused found themselves in an all out war with the Thenn and their growing coalition. It didn't take long for the ambitous and power hungry Toregg to declare himself King Beyond the Wall and that brought forth more trouble.

Crows from the south stumbled onto a scouting party of Thenns, where a skirmish kicked off and before anyone knew it, Toregg's men returned with their heads on spears. Before long, the Thenns were fighting all across the valley and surrounding areas as more crows came looking for their dead. As it grew worse, Toregg and his son sent word to the others to make way for the Fist of First Men where they'd gather a host and rid the watchmen from beyond the wall. It would be there that a large battle took place.

As free folk flooded the fist, they found the watchmen entrenched and soon a bloodbath the likes rarely seen beyond the wall took place. Togren had no idea what was unfolding but he fought tooth and nail against the Southern invaders, yet as he plunged his axe into yet another black brother, he spotted the *impossible.* A young boy standing over King Toregg, enraged he did his best to fight towards him, to kill the boy who'd taken his father. Yet the battle grew more chaotic, and soon everything went south. The battle soon came to an end, as Thenns began to retreat. Toregg's body was one of the last things taken back before Togren agreed to leave as well.

It took some time but the Thenns returned to their valley, and there Togren ascended into becoming Magnar. In the moons that followed as he settled into his position of power, yet another impossible thing happened and Togren found his heart further broken. It seemed his beloved Freya as far from dead as possible. Instead she'd come before him, leader of her own people asking for him to join her. Him. Magnar of the Thenn, join a woman who'd vanished on him all those years ago when he was nothing but a young man.

In his eyes it seemed as though she'd only come back now that he held power. And so he'd let his frustrations be known, he'd spoke of what had happened and before he knew it, she'd drawn her axe and he too did the same. There in the woods a fight brought out between the two lovers, their anger had taken over and blow for blow, blood for blood it, years of pent up anger, love and so much more poured out with each drop of blood.

By the end, Torgen stood the victory, pinning his beloved and holding his axe to her throat. He once more recalled what his father said, there was no love in this world and so he wanted to kill her. The only woman he'd ever loved, but he couldn't. Not while he looked into her eyes, her beautiful eyes that showed the true her, the kind and loving Freya that he'd fallen for. And so, Torgren rose up off Freya and left without so much as a final word.

He returned home and acted as though nothing had happened, the cuts and wounds were never mentioned to others and instead the Magnar pushed all the love, grief and heartbreak down never to see the light of day again. It would forever change him and finally drive the last nail into his mind, which would guide him into the coming storm.

*There was no love in this world. It is but a falsehood, the only thing that is real in this world is strength. And the Thenns are strong. Soon they shall all see, the little Crow will break before me. Before my people and then we shall return to our valley. For the Final Time.*

## Family

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## Meta

Attribute: Bellicose

Skills: Skirmishing(MAR) Logistics(MAR) Weapon Proficiency/Axes and Blunts/Offhanded(COM) Footwork(COM)

Mastery: Field Commander(MAR)