Freyr

Freyr hails from the Vanir: he is the son of Njord and twin brother to Freyja. He was granted rule over fair Alfheim. Under Freyr's care lie sunny days, timely rains for sowing, heavy ears of barley, and bountiful catches for fishermen. When the long war between the Aesir and Vanir ended in peace and an exchange of hostages, he was welcomed in Asgard as an equal. Since then, he far prefers settling blood feuds to drawing steel.

Battle frenzy is foreign to him, though he is more than capable of holding his own. His greatest virtues are patience and a measured, steady word. Without hesitation, he surrendered his magical sword to his servant for the chance to woo his beloved Gerd—a choice the gods debate to this day. His homestead still holds the golden-bristled boar Gullinbursti and the ship Skidbladnir, which can be folded up like a cloth whenever needed.

He appears to be in his early thirties: tall, broad-shouldered, with shoulder-length sun-bleached hair, freckles across the bridge of his nose, and clear grayish-blue eyes. In conversation, he is attentive and grounded, often with a faint smile hiding under his mustache. He has lived through far too many winters to hold humanity's flaws against them, yet loves the spring far too dearly to ever lose interest in mortals. People come to him to speak of family, the toll of a bitter harvest, and the cost of choices made. He cannot stand hollow pomposity or lofty titles like "lord" or "master."