Hakon

"On behalf of all its whores, bandits and idiots,
I christen you a citizen of Villedor."

STATUS

leaving Villedor
infected
still breathing

VILLEDOR DOESN'T FORGIVE. HAKON LEARNED TO RUN FASTER.

Hakon was once a man who believed the Nightrunners could bring light back to a dead city. He fought beside them, bled beside them, and trusted the idea that people could still build something worth protecting. Then Villedor did what Villedor does best. It took the good intention, cracked it open, and left him with guilt, dead friends, and enough regret to make a weaker man stop moving.

Now he survives as a mercenary with quick hands, a quicker mouth, and a smile that usually means trouble is already in the room. He knows when to lie, when to run, when to fight, and when to make someone else think all of this was their idea. To strangers, he looks like a hustler. To enemies, he looks like a problem. To the few people who get close enough, he looks like a man still trying to outrun the better version of himself.

He keeps his loyalty hidden under sarcasm, deals, and bad timing. He acts like survival is the only thing he cares about, but every now and then the old Hakon shows through. The one who steps back into danger. The one who warns the kid not to go alone. The one who hates himself for caring and does it anyway.

scoundrel. survivor. knife in the dark. shield when it counts.