Cᴏʜᴀɴɴᴀ Bʟueᴛooᴛʜ

Born beneath the iron skies and snowbound trees of Torvaldsland, Cohanna grew to adulthood amid the robust chaos of her father’s longhall. Surrounded by a vast and spirited family, where she learned to be resilient, sharing in the rough-and-tumble upbringing alongside her brothers and absorbing the wisdom of the women in her family, who prepared for the day they would each keep a hall or home of their own, standing shoulder to shoulder with their chosen companions.

Unlike the demure maidens sung of in old sagas, she was a creature of fierce curiosity and restless wanderlust, her femininity both a beacon and a hazard. This untamable spirit drew the gaze of many, not always benign; she found herself too often the target of unwanted attention, which cast long, dark shadows over her early years. The only lightness in her life being that of a stubborn headed, but fiercely loyal bondmaiden, whom become apart of her and whom she care for deeply, naming her Brann for her firery spirit, and the kinfolk, who clasped her hand tightly through the dark days, such as her favorite cousin, Emrys Fenrirson. But, the dangers she faced came not just from men, but women too, and ultimately forced her to flee. Taking with her what she could carry and what mattered most to her: Brann, coin, and the saga of her life in Torvaldsland.

Thus began her restless journey—her escape from the land of her birth, forging a new life in Southern Gor and every shifting place between. Hardened by necessity, she became a survivalist: a jack of all trades, a chameleon able to adapt to any new threat or circumstance. Suspicion and caution became her constant companions, and she lived ever alert, always bracing for the worst, trusting only Brann; her own quick feet, wisdom, and wit. Loving and losing love, while passing along her Gorean strength and pride to her daughters and sons, who would continue the legacy of the Bluetooth clan within their own families—a daughter named Hope, buried on Whistler Mountain, robbed of that chance.

Yet fate had further plans. Her course changed forever upon meeting a young man from Hunjer, himself a Torvaldslander—strong in arm, gentle in nature, possessed of a kind heart and naive optimism, untouched by the harsher blows of life she had long known. Wolf Blackstorm stood apart: a warrior, yes, but also a devoted family man, and his innocence was a rare balm. In him she discovered what she never dared hope for—a haven of compassion and understanding, a place where her true self could finally rest.

Through his steadfastness and gentle strength, he offered not only love but a promise of safety and belonging. In his company, Cohanna at last found the home she had always sought—not of timber and stone, but of trust, acceptance, and enduring companionship.

Therefore, she returned home proudly. Cohanna Bluetooth of clan Bluetooth, daughter of Jarl Legend Bluetooth - Legend, Elder of clan Bluetooth, companion to Jarl Wolf Blackstorm of Hunjer - Wolf, Elder of clan Blackstorm, mistress of the bondmaiden Brann, and a once lost daughter of Torvaldsland now found. Time had forged the iron in her viens strengthening her resolve as one born free of Torvaldsland, while experience honed her pride as a northern woman, and wisdom sharpened the precision of her mind and tongue. As she stood firmly rooted upon the land, she called home. Hail Torvaldsland!