- Who Am I...
- Romantic Interests
Women – the more dangerous, the better.
- Relationship Status
- My Story Is...
So this pretty girl kind of sort of tricked me into journeying to the far side of the world to get this awesome magical sword that she really wanted.
I found it, all right. Turns out, the sword is possessed by the spirit of a warrior so powerful and bloodthirsty, that it binds itself to whoever agrees to carry it until death, and devours the souls of whoever it kills. It comes when summoned and leaves when dismissed, giving its wielder incredible martial prowess while it’s there. Cool right?
As long as it is summoned, for every second it’s not killing someone, it’s draining the wielder’s soul to stay present, effectively shortening their lifespan every time they call it. Also, once you’re bound to it, you can’t use any other weapons. That’s it – it’s the sword or nothing. And I can’t get rid of it.
So I figured, no use going home to that girl – she obviously doesn’t care about me at all, and I think I might say some rather mean things should we ever cross paths again. Instead, I decided to travel the world aimlessly, meeting interesting people and seeing interesting places. They’re all over, if you know how to look.
Hello. You’re probably here looking for the continuation of Helvegen’s character profile. This isn’t it; rather, it’s Naervui’s intermission. You might know me as Helvegen’s ghost sword. I’m delighted to announce that I am no longer a ghost or a sword. Helvegen’s body is mine, and it’s suiting me perfectly, I find.
What does this mean for you? Well, I’ll tell you a bit about myself, and then you can decide.
When I was twelve years old, I killed an archdemon (also known as a balrog, a balor, a bloodthirster, etc…) with a pair of knives, because I wanted to see if I could. By the time I was eighteen, I had conquered the orc tribes of the Northeastern Foreworld and earned their unswerving loyalty. Three years later, I was waging war on the great nations of the West – and winning. It took an army of titans to finally stop and kill me. To put that into perspective, I would have taken over the entire Foreworld if the race of immortals who preceded the gods hadn’t personally seen to my undoing.
Luckily, I had a contingency plan. When my body was destroyed, my spirit (which the titans had foolishly not obliterated) shaped itself into a sword, bound itself to the Foreworld and lay in wait for some unsuspecting sap to pick it up. Three thousand years later, someone did. Thirteen year-old Helvegen Jormungandsson, hoping to win the heart of a comely evil lass by presenting her with me. Lucky for him, as soon as he touched me, I bound myself to his soul (which resulted in me draining it whenever he summoned me). I must admit, it was a bit of a step down for me when my objective went from “conquer the Encircled Worlds” to “troll a kid and make him miserable” – somehow, though, the latter was more entertaining and about as challenging, given the physical faculties I was in control of then. Thankfully, when Helve later appeared on Hellifyno and was invited to find a book in a magical university on a floating island, Ruby’s baby, along with the power of a god, loosened my bindings, enabling me to summon myself at will. When he tried to rebind me, I conquered his mind and body.
After that… well, can’t tell you that, or everyone’ll be an overdeity before long. Can’t have that. Only Freedom can be truly free.
Now I’m free of Naervui, looks like. That being the case, I can’t fight quite as well (I’m not a bad fighter – was trained in martial arts by a rat-monk), but my magical ability is in much better shape. My specialty is utility magic – I taught myself the basics of magitechnology/technomancy using engineering schematics, and I’m pretty good at utility magic. Finally, I can be helpful!
I’m trying to learn how to bake. Hopefully I don’t kill anyone.
Alas, in the end, it was you who died, Helvegen.
And here I am again. I’ve learned my lesson, I think. I think. I’m The Wanderer now, taking up the Allfather’s spear and walking the world. Not much has changed, to be honest.
- My Appearance
I’m about 5’6, with straight, thick, shoulder-length dark hair that I let loose – it looks decent flying in the wind. People used to tell me my eyes look like they’ve got rainstorms going on inside them. Not sure what they meant – take it as you will. I usually wear a simple green n’ brown tunic, along with my spiderweb cloak.
My eyes are grey now.
Spiderweb Cloak. Allows the wearer to speak the language of spiders and climb nonmagical surfaces. Doubles as a net.
Pendant. A simple pendant with no magical effect.
- My Secrets Are...
I have none.
- I Believe...
in the Road.