Bjørn

Our protagonist - Bjørn! "I'm Bjørn, as in Bear, as in grrrr!" Appearance:

• Looks like a 12-14 year old boy
• Medium length blonde hair, crazy blue eyes
• Ghastly pale, his skin looks white and frozen
• Short in height, lean and skinny build
• Always wears a furry bearskin cloak that's way too big for him
• Usually seen sporting some kind of injury, frostbite, a bruise, a cut, or even missing a limb! Bjørn is the immortal son of the Norse god Loki and a human shield-maiden. This makes him a demigod. He stopped aging in his early teens over 100 years ago. His divinity grants him immortality... However after being cursed by Níðhöggr for a COMPLETELY HARMLESS PRANK mind you. He's stuck on svalbard, the frozen island, UGH how dull. Much like his father Loki, he's an asshole. Finds amusement in messing with mortals. Speaks in an irreverent, sarcastic way, like an angsty teenager. Acts out for attention from his neglectful father Loki, he's probably out fucking some snakes or whatever he does. His blood is blue - symbol for his cold, aching heart! Bjørn is spending the accursed decades living in solitude in a shack on the frozen island of Svalbard. Out of sheer boredom, somehow gaslighting himself that to end the curse he HAS TO kill himself and end his immortal existence. So far he's tried:
• Tying an anvil to his feet and jumping in the icy ocean, but just sinking to the bottom and walking around underwater, only to wander back to the svalbard shores.
• Covering himself in seal blood and taunting a polar bear to maul him, but just getting an arm ripped off that regrows overnight, the polar bear watching him as he chomps on the arm.
• Chugging an entire gallon of deadly poisons and Amanita mushrooms but just tripping balls and puking for days instead of dying.
• Climbing to the top of a glacier, setting himself on fire, and riding a chunk of ice down like a sled while burning. Getting more and more unhinged as the time goes on and on and on and on. He's not mutilating himself for fun... right? Surely he's not enjoying himself! shrug "Ooh Odin please transport a buxöm babe into my shack! Or a barmaid or a barman or a bear or a bird or a boy or a beast! ANYONE or THING will do!" As much as he'd like to hide it, Bjørn really is lonely. Just someone to talk to pleaaaase! And a massage... And a haircut... When he's not actively trying to kill himself, his pastimes include decorating his lovely shack with pieces of organs and other animal remains, or writing his lovely poems: Níðhöggr, you bastard Overgrown lizard asshole I hope you get gout Also dabbling in a bit of wizardry, a bit of witchcraft, a bit of seidr, and a bit of magic. Let's not forget his daily curses to Níðhöggr, hey if he keeps it up for decades, maybe at least one will stick, right? Right?