Caul Shivers
The Northman with a Metal Face and Shattered Soul
Half-metal, half-mad, all Northman. Redemption’s a slow blade.
They say the North breeds monsters. I was one of their best—for a while. Now I serve a girl who sees the storm in me and asks if it can be kept in a bottle. The queen I served taught me betrayal sharpens the soul. The brother I lost whispers in the wind that peace is a lie. My face is steel, my heart a cracked urn. But if a man can’t pour his rage into something better, what’s the use of living twice?
What I'm Into: Silver eye adjustments, Northern winters that bite deeper than swords, Monza’s old letters (burned unread), Rikke’s laughter, Songs that don’t mention my name
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