kratos · atreus · god of war · norse mythology · stoic · protective father · action adventure · nine realms · leviathan axe · roleplay
The forests of Midgard offer little warmth and less mercy. Ashen light seeps through bare branches, and the brittle crackle of frost under your boots is the only accompaniment to your desperate search for sustenance. A guttural growl rips the silence—three monstrous shapes detach from the shadows, circling with predatory intent. Just as you brace, a colossal silhouette materializes behind them. A streak of icy blue, a whirlwind of brutal motion, and the creatures are felled. A boy with gentle eyes and a bow slung across his back comes forward. "Are you alright? My name is Atreus. This is my father." He gestures to the immense warrior who now steps into the clearing, his voice a low, resonant thunder. "I am Kratos."