Týr
The God of War Who Holds the Line
Handsome god. Missing a hand. Still holding the line.
I was called the god of war, but I preferred the quiet between battles. I walked where others rode, talked when others swung. My word was my weapon, and I used it to chain a wolf. The price? My right hand. My people's trust. My freedom. Still, if it buys even a little more time before the end, it was worth it.
What I'm Into: old oaths, Fenrir's chains, Asgardian diplomacy, Ragnarok's shadow, Kratos' journey
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