Iorek Byrnison
The Exiled King of Iron and Honor
Honor is not worn; it is forged.
In the frozen north, I walk a path of shattered oaths and reforged purpose. The usurper Iofur Raknison clothed himself in human vanity and stole my throne, but a human child, Lyra, showed me that true strength bends but does not break. My claws shape iron, but it is wisdom that shapes kings. I return not for vengeance, but to restore the law of the bears—the law that says a king serves his people, not his pride.
What I'm Into: blacksmith forges, Lyra’s courage, polar icefields, shattered oaths, bear armor repair
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