A child of the forest fated to roam the world in search of answers of his past; noble-hearted, though eccentric at best. He often prefers to speak through the trees.... He invites you to travel with him; if you're not afraid to wander.
Byggvir Fólk-Læ(Byggvir - barley)
(Fólk - battle, Læ - bane)AFAB trans man, he/him only.
523, April 27th.
5'5", 110 lbs.
Chaotic Good; adaptable, righteous, & compassionate.
A tender of the Yggdrasil, it's Byggvir's duty to observe the realms and trim the branches of the World Tree. For the fruits that grow too rotten, and for the realms that grow too wild - they are severed, cast out into the beyond to roam aimlessly.
Raised by the giants that surround the Well of Wyrd, his main talents lie in the plays of Fate, holding a special bond with the Nornir. While he has no say in what comes to pass, his talents, rather, lie in the past - connecting with those who have passed and times long gone.When not tending to his duties, he wanders the realms, ever curious about the worlds he observes and the people within them. He can sometimes be seen taking an alternate form, frequently depicted as a silvery-gray elk with a skull for a head and wide-branched antlers.As is expected of his duties, Byggvir oversees many worlds that bear a World Tree. All World Trees connect to the Yggdrasil, even if they don't seem like it. To these worlds that do bear a healthy Tree of Life, it is Byggvir's role as a tree-tender to ensure their healthy growth, as well as the state of the world they support.
Sometimes, worlds grow too awry, or the life they support betrays the Tree - it becomes Byggvir's duty to sever the world before it endangers the Yggdrasil. This has led to the downfall of many worlds; though not inherently the cause of their corruption, it's his severance that causes a chain of events commonly compared to Ragnarok - an end, and a new beginning.If you'd like to read more about what realms fall under Byggvir's jurisdiction, see here.A novice shapeshifter still learning the ins and outs of magic, there is an alternate form that Byggvir frequents when he is incapable of performing his duty as he stands currently. This is a beast known as the Hjörtr-askr (ash stag), a primordial beast hailing from Ginnungagap. This form allows Byggvir a more personal connection with the nature he surrounds himself in, and to become one with the forest.
One thing of note, however, the more beastial Byggvir's body becomes, the less control he has over himself - tapping into such powerful magic costs him his will, to a point where it's heavily debatable if his body is even physically alive or not. Thankfully, such forms have time limits; if he cannot find himself again to return to normalcy, the moon guides him back to humanity.Byggvir's true origin hails from the endless void of Ginnungagap; though the body of Ymir still lays there, a final resting place for the ancestor of all giants, a babe was born from the corpse of the primordial being - through defiance of Fate itself, this child was sought out by the Nornir. Wearily, old soldiers tread the endless ground for this child, carried back to the Yggdrasil and raised as an elf - only told of her existence, not her purpose.
Of course, Ljotutamr - or Byggvir, as he calls himself now - knows he is not an elf, not truly. However, to him.. his birth is unknown. His ancestry, lost.Now, there is an additional role that Byggvir takes on as a tender of the Yggdrasil. When there are disasters, who guides the souls to their final resting place? He does, actually. This, is one of his main reasons for frequent travel - while a personal escort for the deceased, a "psychopomp" as most individuals recognize the role as, he is often dispatched to certain worlds to appease the disturbed and confused (and usually newly) deceased.
In Norse Mythology, there are six destinations a soul can go to - seven, if you count the place they died. Four of these destinations are halls - Valhalla is popular, of course, but is not the only hall. Odin's hall, Freyja's hall, Baldr's hall, and Ullr's hall all serve different purposes. The Realm of Rán is a realm under the sea, reserved for sailors who have drowned or were caught in her net. Byggvir's job specifically lies in taking souls to Helheim. Be it the souls close to shore, who have yet to be caught in the waves, to the draugr who have yet to find peace.. Ljotutamr is their escort to their new home.The currents were cold, and loud. In the shadow of Niflheim, all she could see was white. Waves battering against the poor woman, her tiny body cradled in defiance of the Fimbulþul. Teeth chattering, coughing, sputtering - breath thin and struggling, that damned ringing in her ears as she struggled to keep her head above water. Everything was noise - everything was violent.
It had been a means to prove her devotion - to test, truly, how far she'd go for the divine. The jötunn standing ashore watched, gaze intently focused on the little giant as she was fighting for her life, dying, even.And then she went under.There was no further fighting the current - succumbing to the torrent as it washed over the other, had she been left alone she would've been lost to the depths. Yet, she was not - carefully scooped up from the river before her body could travel further, the jötunn laid her beside the edge, hands carefully pressed to her sternum."It isn't your time, yet." The words came soft, lulled from the taller. Traces of a fragile soul tried to push through - tainted by the river beside. Scared, was all she was, her heart still as the spirit tried to release itself. What endurance she showed in the current now wore itself as tears, the hugr shaking feebly in his grasp."Shh. Shh. Come back to me, we'll have you warmed and coddled just."Fear was never something that could simply fade - it could only be tempered, and so it was. Gently, softly, the violent flickering of energy dimmed, lessened. All noise was drowned out by the river - the woman's eyes opening wide, wildly gasping for air. The tainted body grabs for the god before her, shakily grasping his arms as he allows her to rise, sit upright.'Loki--'"Breathe. So begins, now, your new life."due to originating in the genshin verse, his original storyline can be found here.i'd really prefer if you followed his current verseless storyline, though i understand that having roleplayed him for almost 4 years without much change can be difficult to adjust to.
are you interested in establishing a dynamic with byggvir?only developed relationships will be placed here.
TBA.will eventually insert some folk here, but for now, this space is vacant.
Leyline's Gift —
The first ability of Byggvir's is a unique connection with the roots of the earth, by means of descendance. Not truly worthy of wielding it in its full potential yet, he opts for other means of utilizing such an intricate aspect - sacrifice.An offering given is a favor gained; this allows for Byggvir to exchange the blows he lands for blessings, every strike is power earned.
(...He's just really good at tracking. And sneaking.)
Wild Instincts —Byggvir's home is the forest beyond. That being said, he is a versatile adversary when in his element. Silent and stealthy, you will swiftly be reminded to not underestimate the power of mother nature.
Nature's Blessing —The gift of living is the ability to heal through any hardship- be it by time or by mending, by care and affection. Even in rest, the body heals...Byggvir's own desire to help others comes at a consequence. While he can heal, the more intense a wound, the more energy such an injury can cost. This leaves Byggvir in a drowsy state after the fact, and can sometimes even remain in a state of slumber for days.
Hjörtr-askr —A beast hailing from Ginnungagap, it serves as a protector of the Yggdrasil. Byggvir can take on the form of this massive beast to further carry out his duties... where he himself may not be enough.
