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"Lovᴇ ᴍᴇ oʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʙoᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀvoʀ…
ɪꜰ ʏou ʟoᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀʟwᴀys ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʏouʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ…
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- Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Sʜᴀᴋᴇsᴘᴇᴀʀᴇ -

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From Salt and Steel, a Life Forged

Born under the heavy sky of the Isle of Hunjer, Wolf Blackstorm drew his first breath in the echoing halls of his father’s home—a place of flickering hearth fires and ancient honor in the wild expanse of Torvaldsland. In his earliest memories, the world was all carved beams and laughter, the tales of gods sung over mead and the promise of the northern wind’s freedom. But childhood is a fragile thing, and the path of fate soon swept Wolf from his ancestral cradle to the boundless, merciless sea.

His father, a restless soul with the hunger of a storm, chose the pirate’s life—dragging his young family into a world where fate was measured by grit, guile, and the edge of a blade. Port cities flickered like illusory lanterns on distant shores, their nights rife with danger and desire. Wolf grew as the sea’s own child, knowing little of the gods or traditions that shaped the men of his homeland. Instead, he learned the pirate’s code: to trust steel, to read the turn of tides, and to gauge men’s hearts as quickly as their reach for a hidden knife.

Tragedy struck as it so often does. A night of howling waves and shattered wood left Wolf, his sister, and their uncle clinging to survival while the ocean claimed his parents. Adrift amidst grief and uncertainty, they returned to Hunjer—each of them strangers to the land that should have been home. Among his kin, Wolf was a foreigner, his tongue speaking nothing of their rituals, his heart unanchored by their gods.

But the sea had not left him empty-handed. Wolf bore the gifts of survival: the cunning of a pirate, the strength born of labor, and the quicksilver charm that could sway hearts or incite trouble. His blade was swift, his mind sharper, and when the Jarls of Torvaldsland took him in, Wolf proved himself not merely a castaway but a force to be reckoned with. His charisma and confidence propelled him to places of honor and command, though it also earned him wary glances and tangled liaisons with women and enslaved alike. Yet, he was never alone— his Ryu brothers-in-arms and the ancient camaraderie of battle bound him to his adopted home with his fellow maruaders.

Summers became a blur of raids and spoils, laughter echoing over waves and mead warming cold winter nights. It was during the flames of Kassau’s invasion that Wolf laid claim to another prize: a northern woman, fierce and beautiful, her spirit as wild as the storms that birthed him. She was a challenge, a riddle wrapped in golden hair and defiant eyes, and Wolf found himself both tested and tempered by her love.

Yet happiness, like the summer sun, is fleeting in the north. Misfortune struck, as if the gods themselves sought to test the mettle of this sea-born son. Tragedy and betrayal battered Wolf’s family, driving him to the edge of death and despair. But Wolf Blackstorm was not made for breaking. Each scar, each loss, forged him anew—harder, wiser, and burning with the resolve to reclaim what fate had stolen.

Now, as the northern winds whistle across the Isle of Hunjer, Wolf returns to the land of his birth—no longer the wide-eyed child of a vanished hall nor the lost boy of the sea. He is a man of salt and steel, sharpened by hardship, ready to carve his own saga into the stones of Torvaldsland. This time, the story will be his to write.