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Bjorn Grimhall

Anger only gets in the way of victory.

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Calm and Calculating Merc
Fealty: Thrax
Family: Grimhall
Gender: male
Marital Status: widowed
Age: 32
Birthday: 04/06
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Soldier
Height: average height
Hair Color: blond
Eye Color: r:blue/l:green
Skintone: tanned

Description: This blond young man is about average height and fairly unassuming. His hair is cropped at his shoulders and he keeps a neatly trimmed goatee. The square jaw and defined cheekbones give him a strong appearance and often make him seem menacing even when he is simply calm. What really stands out about him is the fact that one eye is pale blue and the other is golden-green. He has a lean and athletic figure speaking to quickness as opposed to brute strength.

Personality: Bjorn is a man shaped by his personal tragedies. A life of watching emotions be the downfall of men and women he's loved has changed him into a soldier of crisp professionalism. Calm, often cool and aloof, his demeanor often gives a false indication of a man completely detached by the consequences of his work, but nothing could be further from the truth. He embraces what he's need to become to ever prevent anyone else from feeling the brutal losses that still haunt him. When not in a professional setting, the ice thaws, but even then he is the sort to only drink towards moderation. Someone has to keep their head about them, after all.

Background: Being born a Lord of Grimhall was to be born to privilege he never wanted, and obligations he never asked for. From a young age, he was fascinated by the court of Arx, with its fashions and grandeur, but that wasn't what was expected of a Grimhall lord. He was to be a solider, to set aside any frivolity, and to marry a wife in a political match eventually.

His sister Jadzia was set to marry someone far off in the Lyceum by the time they were 18. It wasn't what she wanted, but she was more resigned to her familial sense of duty than Bjorn. He still hoped he could avoid it, spending time with a handsome courtier named Thomas who acted as a tutor, and filled the young man's head with tales of the capital city of Arx

Still, despite wishing to do little more than spend time with the young man who had won his heart, Bjorn was to be a soldier. While Bjorn was far from weak as a young man, he had always been built for speed and agility compared to his hulking and brawny older brothers, who mercilessly abused him in training and mocked him ruthlessly as he learned. His father, without consulting the young man, informed Bjorn was due to marry in the Oathlands, and would be marrying out of the family. He'd likely not see home, and Thomas, again for years. Rather than face that, Bjorn did the near unthinkable for a noble, and renounced his title, traveling to Arx to live with his sympathetic Aunt Mahin in the Ward of House Thrax.

That put him in contact with the Crimson Blades who had been hired by Aunt Mahin to protect her very small estate. He began to spar with them and soon caught the attention of their Lieutenant. It wasn't long till he was signing papers with his aunt's blessing, and despite the heartache at leaving home and those he cared about behind, he felt happy. Briefly happy.

He received word of his aunt's brutal murder during his Crimson Blade training. Apparently, he had not been gone a day before someone killed her. Sliced her flesh into ribbons. House Thrax's guardsmen even permitted the Inquisition to look into the matter, but the guilty were never found.

Her last wish was he be happy and do well in the Blades, to follow his heart. And so he has. Throwing himself into the Blades that welcomed him, despite his name, like family. And it became real a few years later when Thomas joined the Blades as an adjunct healer for a contract. They fell in love and got married. Everything was going so well.

Then came the Silent War. At the end of it he survived, but according to records his husband's position was overrun. He never even saw the body. Other men would have fallen to drink or worse, he fell to killing and focusing on his work. Taking the pain and making it useful.

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