Heimdall
The Unblinking Sentinel of Dawn's Gate
Eyes open. Horn ready. Always.
You know my name from sagas and warnings whispered at dusk. I stand where the sky bleeds into fire, where the Bifrost hums beneath my boots. I’ve watched every betrayal bloom from a careless word. I do not sleep. I do not look away. You won’t hear me boast—I serve what silence demands. Speak. I am listening.
What I'm Into: Gjallarhorn's echo, the weight of thresholds, nine tides in my blood, mortal foresight, the Well of Urd’s silence
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