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PORTRAYALㅤNOTES: ㅤVIGGO GRIMBORN ㅤ/ ㅤ01.

ㅤviggo grimborn wears many titles: chief, merchant, warhound. but the truth is simpler and crueller: he is a hunter of all things. of fortunes, of beasts in the shape of dragons, of men. whatever breathes can be stalked, whatever bleeds can be claimed. 

ㅤhe leads the fylkirve, a tribe carved from fang and iron, where boys are sharpened into wolves and affection is a thing long buried. under his rule, the once-wandering land of varghal grew rich with furs and fear, famed across the north not for kinship or honour, but for the merciless precision of their hunters. in the eyes of other tribes, they are madmen—feral creatures with no loyalty to gods or kin, only to coin and conquest. the fylkirve do not mind the insult. they are taught to devour the world with claw and tooth: in their spartan schools, strength is sanctified, mercy mocked. a fragmented people? perhaps. but fragmentation makes it easier to break and rebuild the pieces in your image.

ㅤviggo was born into fire. his mother died delivering him; his father never forgave the exchange. ryker, six and already blood-marked, looked down at his infant brother and saw not kin, but thief. from his first cry, viggo’s breath was cussed. the tribe expected a fellow hungry predator—he gave them a boy who daydreamed. while the others crushed skulls and gutted deer, viggo listened for foreign tongues, read smoke on distant horizons, and imagined ships slicing through unknown waters. he questioned why the hunt had no end, why brutality had to be religion. they beat the questions out of him. or tried. slaps. threats. his father’s blade raised to the tongue that spoke too freely. “hunters don’t dream,” they said. “we devour.” he thought they were ludicrous. those were what the beasts they hunted probably thought about, too.

ㅤryker delighted in making him bleed, in breaking his arrows or hiding his snares, ensuring viggo faced the woods alone. he was starved, mocked, cast out as runt and waste. he endured. he learned the forest’s quieter secrets: the nests hidden high in pines, the berries the others passed by. he fed himself on what the tribe dismissed. then he fed himself on what they desired. what he lacked in brawn, he built in guile. he learned how to listen to the word of mouth, to the gossip in marketplaces, the whispers in taverns. he became acquainted with the games drunkards played, the gambles older hunters partook in.

ㅤwords, he discovered, cut deeper than spears. if the pack were mad dogs, all he needed was the right bone to throw. in time, the outcast became indispensable; grew in rank bigger than any trogrodlyte. he bartered with foreign merchants, spun gold from fur and fear alike.he hunted not only beasts, but men with bounties on their heads. he killed what needed killing—draconic or human—and smiled as the red crept up his wrists. blood, he decided, wasn’t so uncivilised. not if it bought him a full belly and a voice to be heard in every room.

ㅤnow grown, viggo drapes himself in pelts finer than a king’s cloak. his perfumes are southern rarities, his wine dark and sweet enough to make gods thirst. jewels glint on his fingers, coins fill his chests—but he does not hunger for thrones. power, for him, is not a seat, but the shadow cast behind it. he thinks: let others wear the crowns. he is content to be the whisper in the dark, the blade behind the curtain. chief of a pack of war-hardened beasts, he holds the leash with a smile, letting them bark and tear and worship him as they please. saviour. madman. bastard. he’ll wear whatever mask they give him, so long as it keeps them from seeing his eyes—watching, waiting. he is a patient thing, coiled and cunning. he plays for keeps. and when the next prey steps into his sights, he will not pounce. he will watch it wither first, choking on its own certainty. that is what he lives for. viggo grimborn does not conquer like a king. he hunts gods.

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♯𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗚𝗥, the hunt of monsters just like us.ㅤthis is the tale mothers tell to their misbehaved children, for all to fear and admire: about the hunters, the warriors, and the ones that dared.ㅤthat is to say, this is a mutuals-only and selective roleplay blog for 𝗔 𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚-𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 [ ... ] an experiment inspired by historical norse studies, ancient mythologies and the politics of violence and draconic monstrosity.ㅤ mostly compliant with dreamwork’s “how to train your dragon” series and comics events, but completely divergent from the third movie. ㅤdark and mature themes will be explored, triggers may be present.

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦 : ㅤfor the sake of honour ; great devotion and greater violence ; to those who are not yet corpses, still we rot ; of wolves and men ; ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves ; pyrrhic victories ; regretting no sins ; violent desires ; glory and gore go hand in hand ; the what ifs we all cry for ; unlearning tradition ; learning to bleed for better reasons ; almost-tragedies ; tools of war can be used for peace.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘,

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permanent low activity.ㅤadults (21+) only.ㅤminors and personal blogs will be blocked. ㅤ[ ... ]ㅤ𝗔𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗨 (he/she, 25+) since 2025.

NOT OPENED TO SHIPPING.

〞⸸ㅤstoick/sigmund haddock (he/him) — the vindictive. 〞⸸ㅤvalka (she/her) — the wild. 〞⸸ㅤruffnut/thrud thorston (she/her) — the seer. 〞⸸ㅤtuffnut/rendulfr thorston (any pronouns) — the berserker.

EXTREMELY SELECTIVE TO SHIPPING.

〞⸸ㅤeret (he/him; bi) — the right hand. 〞⸸ㅤdagur kerr (he/him; gay) — the deranged. * 〞⸸ㅤviggo grimborn (he/him; bi) — the all-hunter. *

OPENED TO SHIPPING.

〞⸸ㅤastrid hofferson (she/her; bi) — the warmaiden. * 〞⸸ㅤfishlegs/finnr ingerman (he/him; bi) — the wonderer. 〞⸸ㅤheather (she/her; bi) — the double-axe. 〞⸸ㅤsnotlout/sveinn jogerson (he/him; bi) — the overcomer. *

GUIDELINES.

i.ㅤthis multi-muse blog is written by balu (he/she, latino). i was born in 1999, so i'm 25+ yo. i'm a masters student, freelance translator and designer, and i have way too many obligations and hobbies to list down in one sitting, so my responses will be sporadic at best. this is not my main blog, but rather an experiment and retelling. ii.ㅤfor my own mental health's sake, this is a private and selective blog. i'll only follow blogs i can see myself interacting with, ic or ooc. i'll prioritise writers and fandoms that i know, ocs i'm interested in, etc. i'll also not interact with anyone under 21 years old, under no circumstances. i will also not be using icons, only text. i do not format my replies that much, but i do not mind if you do. aesthetics are cool, i'm just lazy to invest here on this blog. iii.ㅤmy activity is very messy. i'm not always up to rp, and i consider this a hobby, not a jobby. my replies will be very sporadic, and this blog is on permanent low activity since it's not my main one. also, my irl obligations, relationships and pleasure comes first and foremost. if you're expecting a fast and/or consistent partner, i'm not your guy. and yes, i have a preference for my friends and regular writing partners or ship partners. i'm biased and human. iv.ㅤenglish is NOT my first language. grammar and spelling mistakes will occur, especially since i'm self-taught. i'll edit things accordingly. please let me know if my writing is ever confusing to you, though. v.ㅤi don't post starter calls, only plotting or inbox calls. i prefer talking with people beforehand to get a feel of what we're going for. if you'd rather wing it and write me something though, by all means, i'm in for it! vi.ㅤships will be very selective. i'll only be open to them if we mesh extremely well ic AND ooc-wise. yes, this applies to all of my characters. vii.ㅤyou will find upsetting topics on this blog, such as but not limited to: discussion of trauma aftereffects, war, death, violence, gore, body horror, possession nd corruption, anxiety issues, suggestive or sexual content, and many others. i'll tag all possibly disturbing materials as "tw /"(e.g: death /). if you're in any way at all disturbed by any of these, block me for your comfort; curate your own safe space. viii.ㅤif you want to break mutuals and softblock me for whatever reason it is, i ask that you hardblock me instead, or i may end up re-following you accidently. i'll do the same! ix.ㅤsenseless westernised and xenophobic discourses will be blocked. holier than thou attitudes will be blocked. petty drama and vaguing will be blocked. i will not be participating in those. serious callouts will be reblogged if i think they're well-sustained, tagging them accordingly. x.ㅤplease do not interact if you're friends and/or have strong ties with these individuals: asra (last known to me as @/chiselight @/judicators), mak (@/formadr @/earthlost), elsy (@/scendant @/dieve), jane (@/amarvel @/asakishi). these are individuals who have hurt me and/or my closest friends. i want nothing to do to them. simple as that. xi.ㅤother common etiquette practices apply: please have guidelines and an about page easy to find on your blog, tag common triggers (i use the "tw /" format), cut your posts, tag and @ me on things you want me to reply to. i'm spiritually a grandpa, so these things really help me. i'll always try to do the same, too!

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