Hafþór Björnsson

Character Name

### Habits/Hobbies:

Praising Ymir, killing in the name of Ymir, drinking for Ymir, fucking for Ymir, Vision questing for Ymir, hunting

## Description

Hafthor stands somewhat shorter than the standard Nord, but he is stocky of build. His hair is a fiery red like any proud Vanir of Vanaheim. His eyes are the icy blue of Nordheimirs. Upon the sides of his head appear to be runes of a kind. There are no markings upon his chest or face, but when the Nord seems to be ready for a war he’ll use the blood of a recent kill and cover his body in its blood.

### Armor

Hafthor's armor changes with the wind. If he killed something, he might wear it. If he's praising Ymir, the damn bastard will probably just as likely walk into the snow naked like the crazed man he is.

### Arms

Hafthor prefers using hammers and axes. Ain't nothing special about a weapon until it's killed something. It's a shame his huscarls ax is somewhere in the land before.

## History

Hafthor was born in Vanaheim and taught to be a warrior at a young age like any true Vanir. As he was growing he was trained with an ax and taught how to bring lumber into the village of his clan. As he continued to grow older he desired to join his fellow clan members in their raids to the Picts of the South but was often told he was still too young. In his pent up vigor, Hafthor began to flirt with the women of the tribe and eventually convinced several of them to his bed. It was during one night when his clan members returned early from a raid and discovered the women fighting over who else, but Hafthor. The men beat the young Nord within an inch of his life and sold him off to be exiled.

Hafthor was captured by a clan of Nordheimirs in the lands who called themselves the Heirs of the North. His ability to work with wood was noticed and he was forced into slavery and trained in the ways of fletching. For twenty long years, he kept his head down and did as he was told. His mind was weary and his soul broken. It was one day during a raid by another nordNclan that he was given his freedom. Sigbrand Kjeldsson picked the old nordNup and shoved a hammer into his hands and commanded him, “If you’re a son of Ymir, brother, then stand up and reclaim your birthright!”

This Nord was an Æsir, Hafthor couldn’t understand why he would respect, arm, or free a Vanir. He didn’t waste time thinking about the thoughts and took up the hammer and fought alongside the Nord and regained the vigor he’d lost in his enslavement. He joined up with the Helvede clan and swore his life to the chieftain, Sigbrand. He learned of Sigbrand’s vision to unite all Nordheimir, both Vanir and Æsir, together against all others. Hafthor swore to carry Sigbrand’s vision all the way to Valhalla and praise his glory till his dying breath. He used his skills to arm the clan and help them assault a great city of Nordheimirs who saw fit to enslave their people and sell them to the Setite snakes of the South.

The battle was gruesome and Sigbrand was gravely wounded during the siege. After the siege, Hafthor did not see their Chieftain who was now called King. A longhouse had been built for him, but none said anything while the King was resting from his wounds. Many days passed and all was quiet in the ruins of the city of Konigstad when suddenly a cry of terror shook the clan. Sigbrand Kjeldsson came through like a whirlwind of fury, slaying all within the clan except those able to run or hide from his fury. He cackled like a madman and donned the head of beast before running South. Hafthor gathered the survivors and all looked to the dead. Sigbrand had killed one of his brother’s Bjorn, one of the founders of the clan, and many others. The survivors gathered by the Longhouse until an Althing could be held.

When the Althing had been held Hafthor had an opportunity to speak up and use his words of wisdom while the leaders spoke. He saw Aragrath, the remaining founder, and an interesting Nord named Affe. They voted upon Aragrath becoming the next Chieftain, for he had not conquered so he could not be a King. Hafthor focused his time on rebuilding the city for the survivors. He did not worry over political matters or the ongoings of the Chief for now. He focused on connecting with Ymir and coming to an understanding that Sigbrand did not slaughter his own people, but had cleansed the weak from them for Ymir. He preached this to others as they worked in the city and even sang songs of it to outsiders. Praising Sigbrand in Ymir’s name. Affe seemed to have disappeared from the clan, Hafthor heard a rumor of it being the wolves in the North and he wondered how he could help with the problem.

In his traveling drunken state, he came upon Lofn, an Æsir skald and he began to tell her the story of the clan and invited her back to Helvede with him. With Lofn’s help, the village of Helvede was finally finished and the Nords began to praise Ymir in their celebration with drink, sex, and fist fighting. It was a glorious moment for them. It was after it’s completion that Hafthor traveled out and found every den of wolves he could in the North and eliminated them. He placed the head of one upon his own head and traveled with Lofn South to find Affe and tell her of what he’d done. Affe agreed to return to the clan upon Hafthor’s request after hearing of his deed. All seemed well within the clan once again.

Hafthor, Lofn, and the now Chief Aragrath went on a vision quest to the frozen North to have Aragrath connect with Ymir and properly lead their people, to put the memory of Sigbrand to rest once and for all. Sometime after this vision quest, Hafthor and Lofn had discovered that it was indeed Aragrath who had eventually helped capture Sigbrand and handed him over to the Southern Setites. When they returned to the village they were told that the Setite prince was going to see Aragrath pay his ally a visit. Hafthor pulled Lofn aside the night before the meeting and said his goodbyes to her. It was a painful moment for Lofn, she expressed that Hafthor should come with her away from this and not sacrifice the remainder of his life for avenging Sigbrand. Hafthor told her to hide deep in the frozen North and that he would come for her when it was safe. She was disappointed in his answer, but did not question the old Nord.

The following day Affe was there and witnessed Hafthor calling out Aragrath as a weak chieftain in front of the so-called Prince of the South. Hafthor slew Aragrath in their combat ring and then threatened the snake himself. Telling him to leave or be the next to die. The so-called Prince did refuse and Hafthor gladly fought not only this snake but his personal guard as well. The snake was dead, but Hafthor was heavily wounded and did die of his wounds that day. His soul traveled gloriously to Valhalla… or did it?

### Skills

Hafthor is a master fletcher and knows his way around any arrow or bow. He could tell you the amount of time that went into making such objects as it is the trade his life was devoted to as a slave. He is quite found of hammers and dual axes just like King Sigbrand

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Hafthor has the arrogance of a hundred angry men screaming at each other in a tight-packed room with no place for disagreement. He doesn't care about who you are and what you've done. Words carry little and those who speak many of them probably are as quick to stab you in the back as they are to help you. A real man or woman will pick up a weapon and fight to make their point clear. Not everything as to cause death, but there isn't a better way around it than pure grit and skill with a weapon.

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

Sometimes Hafthor feels as though he is letting Ymir down when he gets so drunk that he experiences a hangover. How can a simple Godi worship his god if he is sober? What a terrible experience this must be.

## Personality

Like a 1000 firecrackers crackling in the night, Hafthor is a rambunctious person. He is raw and gritty in talk. He doesn’t need to use fancy words or be polite. That’s a southern trait. He’ll praise Ymir in the same breath he curses you in. Jumping to the assumption you want to fight him isn’t far-fetched in his eyes. Why not? Pick up an ax and spill some blood for Ymir! Though he is not a fool and respects the chain of command. He follows his chieftain through thick and thin and will guide any Nordheimir or child of Ymir upon the path before them. There are only two ways to earn his respect: through glorious combat and the path of Ymir, which all Nordheimir walk.

### Beliefs

There is only Ymir and all snakes must die. Only through praising him or valor in combat are you worth anything. Don't waste your words on me Southerner for it is not I who decides if you shall grace the halls of Valhalla! Only Ymir watches over!

### Relationships

**Lofn the Joyous** - Lofn is my sister in song and battle. She was there for me when none others were. She guided me when the difficult decisions needed to be made and it is through her that we are able to remember the journey we took to overcome our enemies!

**Affe Wolfbane -** Affe, now she is a smart lass. Makes some light red stuff and puts it everywhere. I don't like it, but who am I to complain when she speaks smart words as a good Chieftain does. I'll raise a keg of mead to her any day! Though I still want to know how the hell she put that shit on that reptile scale...