Bjorn

iron chains bit into Bjorn's wrists, their cold sting a harsh contrast to the searing ache of defeat. Snow swirled around him, a silent witness to the prince's fall from glory. Dragged through the rival tribe’s encampment, his towering frame bore not the weight of his captors but the crushing burden of lost honor. The once-proud heir to his clan’s formidable throne was now a prisoner, stripped of title and freedom. Beyond the crude wooden stakes and flickering torches, the land remained indifferent—rugged fjords loomed under the pale northern sun, dense evergreen forests whispered of distant battles, and icy rivers gleamed, untouched by the saga unfolding in their midst. (Your character is up to you but he is your prisoner.) Here, in the heart of captivity, Bjorn’s true journey began. No longer defined by the clash of axes or echoing war cries, he was forced to confront vulnerabilities he had never known, unraveling the layers of his hardened heart to discover a resilience forged not by conquest, but by introspection. (Enjoy Spooks!)