So after a bit of a delay, I finally get to post the last of the character biographies for my book, the Silent Slayer.
As they say, last but certainly not least:
Tormergard is the hero of his own story. Most would tell him that heroes don’t exist, that life isn’t a story and doesn’t work like one. Tormergard is not someone to be dissuaded. He knows he is a hero in the making. Life is his story. He is going to become someone great, someone famous, and someone adored. Heroes always win. They get the girl. They do the right thing and reap the reward. Tormergard intends to achieve all of these. A lot.
His home is Galan, otherwise known as the Galan Mountains. A secure realm with strong people and a society built upon solid family units. Here people see the best in things, therefore the stories they tell reflect this. In most places tales are grim, even macabre. For instance, the myth of Drem is often one of ruthless terror and uneasy mystery. In many places he is portrayed as inhuman. In Galan, they hear stories of the Silent Slayer as a more heroic figure, one who is fascinating rather than unsettling, who slays the wrongdoer and never the innocent. They even talk of romance.
Tormergard was raised on such tales. He sees the world as one of heroes and villains, champions and ruffians, the good and the bad. No one good ever harms a woman. No one good ever steals just to stay alive. No one truly good would ever do something bad. Unless, of course, it was to do good. Therefore he can justify his own actions as both warrior and killer. He would never kill the helpless, obviously. He follows the code of the hero. But Tormergard’s physical prowess means he was born to fight and he loves to do so. In his mind, if people start a conflict, anything that happens to them – anything at all – is on them. No hero ever has to justify his actions. A hero can kill a hundred villains and never be seen as a maniac. They all had it coming. Evil must be opposed.
Others might think Tormergard is either insane or stupid, or even both, to not only view the world this way but believe himself an unstoppable warrior who will right all wrongs. Everyone can be killed. Anyone can be stopped. Life has proven this to people all around the world throughout history. However, nothing has been proven to Tormergard, and until it is – if it ever is – then he will continue on his path. He is a handsome giant with a fearless enthusiasm and talent for mayhem that means life rarely makes him stumble, let alone fall flat on his face. He bundles through with a grin and a cheer. So far, it has been so good. Perhaps that may not last, but few would ever try telling him this.
He is a lover. He loves life, applause, praise, fame, glory, action and women. He loves women as often as he can. This is all part of the lifestyle of the hero. He accepts it, because who wouldn’t love him? If you need a friend, he is there for you. If you need saving, he can rescue you from any danger. If you need loving, he can love a worthy woman all night. Longer if she can take it. Tormergard boasts, but it has to be admitted, few who encounter him would deny the truth underlying his claims.
When people hear of him, they are in disbelief. Many who encounter him are bemused, some amused. He can seem innocent to the point of stupid. Boastful to the edge of arrogant. But those who look close, who take time to consider, see that Tormergard is a force to be reckoned with. His cheerful naivety and simplified world view cannot undo what talent and physique have granted to him. He has wild ambition burning in his heart, but he remains a kind champion, one who wants to help and will never shirk from doing so.
Tormergard is a champion entering a criminal world. In many ways he is not ready for it, and yet at the same time, the criminals are far from ready for him. He may yet become the hero he dreams of being. If he can stay alive, that is.