Name: Nâjl Böjrnsøn - Pronounced: (n – ah-ll), (b y AW r - s uh n) Name Meaning: Jagged Axe, Son of Böjrn (The Bear) Faction: Adeptus Astartes – Space Marine Chapter: Space Wolves - Vlyka Fenryka Company: The Great Wolf’s Pact: Grey Hunter (147 years-old) Class: Tactical Marine Weapons of Choice: Bolt Gun - Fenris Pattern, MK I Power Axe - Giant Killer Pattern Krak Grenades Fenrisian Tribe – Juvnrjön of Southern Asaheim Archived Personnel Files – Astartes SPW-4569AQ43: Nâjl was born on the frozen wasteland of Asaheim to a large tribe of nomads. His people were called Juvnrjön, which in Fenrisian native tongue means “Hard Foot.” Roaming the wastelands most of their childhood in search of food, shelter, and decent hunting grounds, the children of his tribe became hardened under the Great Winters of Fenris. There were many nights by the fire, that he was told tales of Wolf Warriors who were as tall as mountains and strong as 10 Frost Bears. It was whispered that some had even come from their very tribe and had brought great honor to the Hard Foot. It was this fierce honor and brutal valor that has kept their tribe alive for so long. The children were told if they were strong in faith and strong in axe, then they could one day hope to fight as a Wolf Warrior of Fenris. Being a young boy who was exceptionally large and strong for his age, Nâjl had nothing occupy his thoughts other than one day becoming a Wolf Warrior. As it was though, these were children dreams, and like most children’s dreams they fade away to the coming horrors of life. A brutal neighboring tribe attacked Nâjl’s tribe when he was 11 winters old. All the men, and most of the women and children were slaughtered. For three weeks Nâjl and a few of the remaining survivors ran on foot to escape their attackers until they were cornered in a small cliffside. Nâjl and his cousin Folkvår Ulfrsøn were the only males to have survived so far, and made their last desperate stand against the invaders. Najl and Folkvår made their ancestors proud that day as they took on full-grown men and fought against impossible odds. 17 enemies lay dead with snapped necks, broken limbs, and pools of blood about them. As both the Hard Foot boys lay on the ground with spears needled through their large bodies, they saw the sky light on fire through their swollen blood caked eyes. A massive explosion followed by snow and rock detonating all around them. Massive armored giants with colossal fire cannons blew the remaining tribesmen into fine sprays of wet red against the bleach snow. Nâjl and his cousin were taken to the Fang on the Volda Hamarrki, and the children were inducted into Trials of the Wolves as new Claws. Both Nâjl and Folkvår did very well for themselves and eventually earned their Canis Helix and became Blood Claws. Nâjl would be taken into the Great Wolf’s company and have many laurels and songs to sing in the Great Mead Halls for the coming century. Of some of his most notable battles were; · Battle of Centius Prime · Third War for Armageddon · Battle of Kasr Tyrok Nâjl has grown to be a fierce and loyal Grey Hunter of “The Great Wolf, Great Company.” He has proven himself countless times to be a shrewd tactician as well as an unstoppable force in the front lines of combat. So ruthless and lethal with his power axe, his brothers have taken to calling him the “Grey Butcher.” When the fighting is done, however, there is none louder, more boisterous, and more loyal friend then Nâjl. Those who count him as friend speak very highly of him, those that count him as enemy … speak no more.
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Greetings Njal! As a humble servant of the Machine God i welcome you to this sanctioned forum!I`ll be an honor to manufacture your battle-plate and appease its Machine Spirit! Praise the Omnissiah!
