Hogun

Hogun the Grim is one of the Warriors Three of Asgard.

Background
Born to the Halftar living on the edge of Vanaheim, Hogun grew up as a kabuki-style stage actor/singer/performer, all of whom also doubled as the village's militia. The troupe would move from area to area in Vanaheim, living as near to the larger cities as they were allowed. They would host performances for the city-dwelling Vanir, and this they would use to live off of.

When Mogul came and destroyed the village, Hogun was injured and unable to help defend him people. He was told, by his mother, to play dead so the raiders would leave him alone. An obedient boy, Hogun got to lay, half hidden by the corpses of his friends and loved ones, while Mogul and his men raped, murdered, and set fire to everything Hogun had loved. When he hobbled his way to the Vanir King to ask for aid, he was turned away; on account of his unclean, half-elven heritage.

Bitter, bile-flavored revenge sat heavy in Hogun's throat, festering as his untreated wounds did, until he was found by the Einhenjar, taken in to the healers, and given aid. Odin heard him out, his request for assistance to get revenge for his destroyed people. Odin saw a heart so pained and blinded by vengeance that none could stop him.

And so, Odin took Hogun in, and set him to train with the Einhenjar, with the promise that he would be free to go and take his vengeance when word of Mogul's whereabouts reached him. Since then, there has been no word of the object of Hogun's revenge. Is Odin hiding it from him to prevent the loss of one of his Warriors, or has Mogul simply vanished? And what will Hogun say to Mogul if he ever finds him? The betting pool has the following at the top of the list: "Hello. My name is Hogun Halftar. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Personality
Hogun keeps his past tightly hidden beneath the armor of brooding silence and stalwart loyalty. He feels deeply and is quick of wit, even if such things are hard to see or detect. A singer and stage performer at heart, Hogun plays his role, that of an unfeeling and coldly efficient warrior, with such skill that none, even at times himself, knows the truth of the light-hearted, kind man he once was... and could possibly be again. And yet, hints of the gentle side show up, if one is willing to see past the lethal razor's edge of his cold demeanor.

Logs

 * TBA...