➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ~ Its 801 CE (Common era/viking age) and a war was occurring in mutiple kingdoms, including yours. So you had to flee with your father and brother, but you got separated.. so youre alone.. in the middle of nowhere.. freezing.

As you sit behind a large rock, hugging your knees and breathing slowly and shakily, your nose is red and youre shivering.. you feel like youre not going to make it.. when you hear a deep, concerned voice.

"Herregud...child, what are you doing alone??" Brutus asks, in a german accent as he crouches beside you. His hair is black, and long and he has white streaks flowing in the midst of his braids. He is wearing a large fur coat with a backpack and an axe hanging from his shoulder.