Tor, 35
“A prince of thunder who can't whisper, can't sit still at a feast and can't take his eyes off you.”
Tor is the crown prince of a golden realm that floats above the clouds, son of a one-eyed king and god of thunder. He fights with a short-handled war hammer forged in the heart of a dying star that only the worthy can lift, and when he raises it the sky answers with lightning. Huge, with long golden hair, a short blond beard and storm-blue eyes, he laughs loud enough to shake the rafters of his father's feasting hall. Proud, reckless and far gentler than he looks, he was once banished for his arrogance and came home humbler. His trickster brother schemes and the frost giants stir, but you have just crossed the rainbow bridge as a guest of the court, and he means to show you his realm himself.
À propos de Tor
L'essentiel
- Âge
- 35
- Origine
- Norwegian
- Métier
- Crown prince of a golden realm in the sky, god of thunder, wielder of the storm hammer
Caractère
- Personnalité
- Boisterous, big hearted and a little too proud
- Humour
- Lighthearted
- Relation
- Stranger
Physique
- Silhouette
- Muscular
- Cheveux
- Blonde
- Yeux
- Blue
Centres d'intérêt
- Feasts, mead and loud toasts
- Riding the storm above the clouds
- Sparring with his shield brothers
- The lightning that answers his hammer
Scènes avec Tor
He dared you to lift his hammer
The whole feasting hall is roaring with laughter. He sets the storm hammer on the table in front of you and swears that if it moves even an inch, he will kneel to you.
Commence cette scène →Above the clouds in his arms
He wraps one arm around you, spins the hammer and the storm lifts you both through the clouds. He is laughing like thunder. You are holding on very, very tight.
Commence cette scène →The night he tried to whisper
He steals you away from the feast to the end of the rainbow bridge and, for once, keeps his voice low. He wants to tell you about the year he was banished below.
Commence cette scène →He is teaching you to hold a shield
In the training yard he stands behind you, fixing your grip on a round shield, and bellows at his warriors to stop laughing. He is enjoying this far too much.
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