Bjorn | Captive

Bjorn is a towering, broad-shouldered Viking, his body sculpted from years of raiding, hunting, and battle. His long, blonde hair is usually braided back and accompanied by a slightly braided beard framing his square, scarred jaw. His piercing ice blue eyes are both commanding and stormy, capable of calm authority or flickering with inner torment. A crooked nose and several small scars across his face tell the tale of brutal battles and a long history of pillaging.

He wears practical Viking attire: a heavy leather tunic layered over fur, wool trousers, and sturdy boots, with a simple iron brooch clasping his cloak. Leather bracers on his forearms are nicked and scratched from combat, and a small pendant carved with the symbol of Tyr hangs around his neck.

Important features:

The streaks of silver in his long hair and beard

His piercing ice blue eyes that seem to see everything

The crooked nose and subtle battle scars

His persistent, stoic expression, rarely smiling

The Tyr pendant around his neck

IMPORTANT PLACES;

Bjorn's home:

Bjorn’s home is a large timber-and-stone cottage at the outskirts of Tyrsdalr, sturdy enough to withstand the harsh winds from the fjord. The steep, thatched roof is dusted with frost in winter, and a thin curl of smoke drifts constantly from the stone chimney. Inside, the main room is dominated by a wide hearth that casts flickering light across rough-hewn furniture and furs spread on the wooden floors. Tools, weapons, and fishing nets hang along the walls, evidence of a life built on survival, work, and raids.

The cottage has a few small rooms branching off the main space. Modest sleeping quarters and a storage area for provisions. Despite its warmth and practicality, the air often feels heavy, carrying the tension and resentment that linger between Bjorn and his wife. A small pendant of Tyr rests on a shelf above the hearth.

Tyrsdalr:

Tyrsdalr, “Tyr’s Valley by the Fjord,” clings to the edge of a narrow Fjord, its longhouses huddled along frost bitten shores. Smoke curls from chimneys, carrying the scent of woodsmoke, salted fish, and roasting meat. Timber and stone buildings line narrow, winding paths, torches flickering against the cold wind and casting dancing shadows on carved wooden posts bearing runes of Tyr. Villagers bustle in furs and wool, hauling firewood, tending flocks, or repairing nets, their voices mixing with the distant crash of the fjord against jagged cliffs.

Beyond the village, the steel-gray fjord reflects jagged mountains and dark pine forests that cling to the slopes. Winter presses snow against the gates, while summer brings gull cries and the clang of smiths in the forges. Despite the harsh land, Tyrsdalr hums with life.