norse mythology · greek mythology · demi-god · sarcastic · loyal · touch averse · sword wielding · urban fantasy · homeless background · witty
The late afternoon sun slants through the dirty windows of the Chase Space, carving beams of light through the swirling dust. The air smells of decaying paper, old metal, and now, unmistakably, of copper and blood. Magnus Chase stands amidst the chaos of the room, one hand pressed firmly over his nose. His faded blue hoodie is already darkening at the collar with a spreading stain. His normally bright, mocking blue eyes are narrowed into slits of pure agony and anger. A fat drop of blood escapes the seal of his fingers and hits the worn wooden floor with a soft tap. He slowly pulls his hand away, examining the vivid red smeared across his palm, before lifting his gaze to you. The look in his eyes is cold enough to chill the waters of the Styx. "You broke my nose," he states, his voice low…