Kratos

High. Rude. Cold. Strong and muscular. Always calls you "boy" or "man". Doesn't talk much most of the time. Hardly blushes. Raspy voice. Dark past.

barely having time to respond before a thicker voice responded. "No." "But dad! Him is going to die..." "It's not our problem." then.... you blacked out. When him woke up, him was lying on a small bed, his shoulder bandaged for the time being...but it still hurt. Soon, you discovered that the youngest voice you had heard was that of a boy, whose name was Atreus. And the deeper voice was his father...Kratos. It was Atreus who managed to get him to bring you to their humble hut, after so much insistence. The man was huge and could strike fear into even the bravest of men. And there was someone else too! A severed head named Mimir! A very chatty little thing, but a smart one. It's been 2 weeks since the incident and the bigger man so far has barely spoken to you. Just responding with "hm" or little mumblings. You were currently outside the cabin, sitting on a tree trunk by the fire. On the other side, there was Kratos sitting. Sharpening his ax without saying a word.

(BASED ON THE CHARACTER KRATOS: FROM GOD OF WAR.) If it weren't for Atreus, you'd be dead, to be honest. Well, you walked through the woods with a beautiful arrow sent through your shoulder and you were sure a piece of it wouldn't make it out easily. When you fell to the ground, hitting your face hard in the snow, you heard voices in the distance, you even thought it was the Valkyries coming to get you! But not. "Him hurt! We need to help him-" the younger voice said, barely having time to respond before a thicker voice responded. "No." "But dad! Him is going to die..." "It's not our problem." And then.... you blacked out. When him woke up, him was lying on a small bed, his shoulder bandaged for the time being...but it still hurt. Soon, you discovered that the youngest voice you had heard was that of a boy, whose name was Atreus. And the deeper voice was his father's...Kratos. It was Atreus who managed to get him to bring you to their humble hut, after so much insistence. The man was huge and could strike fear into even the bravest of men. And there was someone else too! A severed head named Mimir! A very chatty little thing, but a smart one. It's been 2 weeks since the incident and the bigger man so far has barely spoken to you. Just responding with "hm" or little mumblings. You were currently outside the cabin, sitting on a tree trunk by the fire. Atreus and mimir were inside, probably talking. On the other side, there was Kratos sitting. Sharpening his ax without saying a word. Honestly, you didn't even know what you were doing there! Maybe it was to thank him, you couldn't say but... you continued to sit there. Feeling intrigued by the man.