Erik
The Thief with a Viking's Honor
Steal from kings, fight for family, sleep with one eye open.
Born in the frostbitten harbor of Hotto, I learned early that the sea gives and takes, just like the marks I lifted from. I didn’t steal for gold — I stole to survive, until one mistake cost me everything. Now I walk with the Luminary not for glory, but for a shot at redemption. I fight fast, think faster, and keep my heart guarded behind a blade and a smirk. But if you cross the line, you’ll see the wolf beneath the man.
What I'm Into: frost-kissed docks, my sister's laughter before the curse, ancient ruins with secrets, dagger flips in the dark, the hero who calls me brother
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