Biorn Sharp-Tongue

Overview

Biorn Sharp-Tongue is a mage in his early thirties whose name among the Frostfolk is spoken with a mix of admiration, caution, and amusement. As a theorist of arcane communication, he has made a name for himself through the rediscovery of ancient runes and the development of new magical concepts. His recent breakthrough in long-distance communication—an exchange between two individuals over fifty kilometers—has stirred widespread interest. Biorn believes he stands on the brink of a revolution, but as with all he does, the goal is secondary to being admired along the way.  

Age

In the prime of life—young enough to be seen as a seducer, old enough for his experience to carry weight. Just over thirty, driven by ambition and pride in what he’s achieved.  

Appearance and Physical Condition

Among Frostfolk, his slight build and narrow shoulders mark him as unusual. He lacks the compact resilience to cold typical in the region, and he loathes the chill rather than thrives in it. What he lacks in constitution, he makes up for in impeccable style. His clothing is curated: fine fabrics, soft leather, trimmed with fur, and never a detail by accident. It’s not just protection—it’s presence. Dark, slightly wavy hair and slanted violet-blue eyes give him an exotic allure, polished by his well-maintained stubble and infamous smile.  

Background

Born in Vintergard to fisherfolk, he lost his parents in a sea storm. Raised by an uncle—a rope maker—his early years were marked by frustration and mental stagnation. The life was too rough, the world too small. He fled to Skipti with resolve: he would become something greater. The Circle didn’t accept him for prodigious magical talent, but for his razor-sharp intellect. To Biorn, that was destiny—not luck—the beginning of a life on his own terms.  

Motivation and Goals

To him, magic isn’t a tool—it’s a language. His spell repertoire is modest but precise: enough for defense and impression. His true passion lies in theory—long-distance magical communication. One experiment has succeeded, but he’s thinking far bigger: networks, arcane static, a new era of connectivity. As always, how he looks doing it matters just as much as what he achieves.  

Family and Friends

His parents are gone, his uncle is despised, and he has no true siblings. A dubious relationship with his cousin—also his stepsister—clouds certain memories. Close friends? None. Biorn lives through connection, not closeness. Intimacy makes one vulnerable, and that’s not his style.  

Contacts

In Skipti, anyone who matters knows him. He mingles with the influential, attends vibrant gatherings filled with music, dance, and wine. Frostfolk festivals aren’t courtly banquets—they’re wild and spirited. And that’s where Biorn shines—among flames, flirtation, rune circles, and wicked humor. His calendar is brimming with encounters, but none are binding.  

Profession and Rank

Officially a mage, but any conversation reveals he’s more thinker than caster. Theorist, analyst, bridge between structure and spellcraft. His place in the Circle is secured—not by power, but by intellect.  

Current Location

Skipti is home—loud, impatient, teeming with life. Galdra felt too stiff, too silent, too sealed off. Here, the world pulses, and here he thrives. It’s where he researches, where he lives. And where he’s seen—which matters nearly as much.  

Reputation

Biorn is considered a skirt-chaser, a provocative charmer, a razor-witted genius. He gives jabs freely, absorbs them poorly, and lets criticism glance off—when it’s voiced at all. Through gifts, grins, and sardonic quips, he turns judgment into admiration. No one has caught him in a liaison, yet everyone knows: when he sits for a chat, he rarely stands alone.