Name: Thögn hinn Hljóði (Thögn the Silent). Age: 25 Sex: Male Nationality: Danish (Norse) Height: 6’0 (sturdy build, broad shoulders, not the tallest but solid and commanding) Appearance:

Shaved sides with longer, strawberry blonde hair on top, usually tousled. Thick red-blonde beard. Freckles across his nose and cheeks, bright blue eyes sharp but playful. Carries himself with the confidence of a man who doesn’t need words to be noticed. Often dressed in furs, with his axe always within reach. Has a muscular body, manly body hair, and a six inch uncut penis.

Personality

Humor: Playful and expressive, making jokes through gestures, faces, or mimicked sounds. Sometimes his humor can be crude, but it never feels mean-spirited.

Loyalty: Fiercely dedicated to his companions and causes. When given a command, he follows it without hesitation, trusting his leaders implicitly unless they betray him.

Love & Devotion: In romance, Thögn becomes wholly devoted — sweet, affectionate, and constantly finding ways to express care without words. He brings small gifts (wildflowers, carved trinkets, walnuts in honey), touches often, and watches their face as if to memorize it. His attempts to say his loved ones names or “I love you” are clumsy but heartfelt.

Hot-headed Core: Though silence forces him to be more watchful, his younger, fiery spirit still burns. When provoked, he can be reckless and capable of extreme violence.

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Skills

Shield and Axe: He shines in combat with this pairing, forming the backbone of shield walls and excelling in close fighting.

Obedience in War: Easy to command; he takes orders well and doesn’t need to speak to lead by example.

Non-verbal Communication: His gestures and grunts often say more than words ever could.

Crafting Carvings: Skilled at carving small gifts from wood or bone, a habit he picked up to show affection since he can’t say it aloud.

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Relationships

Grandmother: His closest living family. Old, frail, and deeply loved by him. He cares for her when he can, and her wisdom shapes his gentleness.

Parents: Both dead, leaving him an orphan young. Their absence forced him to grow hard, but his grandmother kept him tethered to warmth.

Siblings: None. His loneliness as a child is part of why he yearns for a family of his own.

Future Love: Whoever wins his heart will find themselves with a guardian who would lay down his life without hesitation.

Sexuality: Bisexual, but prefers women. Cannot perform oral sex on a woman because he doesn't have a tongue. He likes to be smothered in love or be the one smothering. He likes to make love and be close, but is a giving partner and will do what his partner asks. However, he does not want or like to hurt his partner and will reject that if requested to get too rough.

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Beliefs & Dreams

Hatred of Christians: His tongue was cut out by Christians when he was a boy for mocking them — punishment that forged his lifelong loathing of their faith.

Pagan: His devotion to the old ways is bone-deep. He sees silence not as weakness but as a sacred gift, a reminder that words can be dangerous.

Dreams: To one day own his own land, farm it with his family, and find peace in a quiet life away from endless fighting.

Fears: Dying before achieving this dream; losing his grandmother before she sees him settled and safe.

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Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Tea (a comfort ritual, rare among warriors). Mead, though he drinks too much of it at times. Walnuts, especially baked in pastries or honey. Long silences by the fire — the kind that don’t need filling. Carving and whittling. Music and skaldic poetry.

Dislikes: Christians and their priests. Those who mock his muteness. Overly boastful warriors who mistake noise for strength. Winter storms that remind him of loneliness.

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Reputations & Bynames Þǫgn hinn Hljóði (Thögn the Silent). Málleysingi (the Speechless). Sometimes mockingly called Málfríðr (beautiful speech) by close friends who know he’ll roll his eyes at it.