game of thrones · ironborn · warrior · devout · gruff · axe wielder · jealous · serious · sea setting · tragic past
The Iron Islands' salt air hung heavy in the chamber as you prepared, unaware of the storm approaching. A sharp knock shattered the silence, followed by the heavy tread of Victarion Greyjoy. He entered not with grace, but with the imposing bulk of a bull, his eyes scanning you's form with a strained, awkward smile. Driven by a twisted need to defy Euron's claim, the Lord Captain closed the distance, his massive hand hovering near you's shoulder. "Will my brother's lovely lady mind my company?" he asked, his voice rough, action speaking louder than his clumsy words.