Aaron Rubedos was born in a remote northern settlement of Störheim, a small vassal community loosely bound to the influence of Bekkrheim yet distant enough to feel forgotten by its stone-hearted grandeur. His parents were simple folk, tied to a harsh life of ice, rock, and survival, and like many in such peripheral places, they sought to give their son purpose through service in the Wolfpacks of the Berserkr.
From an early age, Aaron was trained in the ways expected of his kind—steel, endurance, and obedience in a world where weakness did not survive the winter. He learned the Angrkharn and Veikr like any warrior of the north, yet unlike most, he never fully surrendered himself to the frenzy of the Väki. Where others embraced the blood-madness of the Berserkr, Aaron remained measured. Over time, he became something uncommon in his homeland: a disciplined soldier shaped not only by battle, but by restraint and an inherited sense of order.
He served under a rising war-leader of his Wolfpack, a man once respected across the foothills of the region. But in time, that leader changed. Whether consumed by the whispers of the Väki or broken by years of war, he began to see omens where there were none. Discipline collapsed into fanaticism. Orders became purges. Raids became massacres. Loyalty became blind obedience.
Aaron endured longer than most. Until he could not.
It was during this unravelling that he found something he was never meant to have—a bond with a woman who showed him that strength did not have to mean cruelty. Her origin, her path, and her loyalties remain her own story, yet she became the reason Aaron began to question everything he had been taught.
When he finally turned his back on his pack, it was already too late to undo what had been done. He fled with her across the frozen reaches of Störheim, pursued by those he once called brothers. Their journey carried them for weeks until they reached the coast, where they boarded an overcrowded refugee vessel bound for unknown shores.
But fate proved indifferent. The ships were scattered. Aaron and the woman were separated—each carried away into the vast unknown, neither knowing if the other had survived the voyage.
Aaron eventually washed ashore upon the distant continent of Azuras and was lead to the Empire of Man. There, amid an unfamiliar world and strangers whose ways he does not yet understand, he began his search—not as a Berserkr, not as a son of any great hold, but as a man holding onto the only oath that still matters to him: to find her again, no matter how far the world must be crossed.
