Vodyr

Vodyr is a young wildling of the Blacksole Folk. The blood of the First Men seeps through his veins, and in it dwell the gifts of skinchanging and greensight.

Appearance and Character
Vodyr is a scrawny little runt, gaunt as death. His hair is kissed by fire, and he has a pair of blue eyes set above sunken cheeks. His face is a heavily freckled one.

Despite his difficult youth, Vodyr is a boy of remarkable candor. Although timid and reserved, he is honest to a fault. An empathy resides within his heart, one he extends from the smallest mouse of the forest to the old branches of the weirwoods.

Early Years (430 AC - 439 AC)
He slipped from the womb early. In the harsh world Beyond the Wall, that in and of itself was enough to doom one to death before they could taste the milk of their mother's teat. The first night was the longest, heavy with a snow dump birthed from a black storm that had blown in from the Lands of Always Winter. Ygga held her newborn child to her chest through the darkness, and once the calm sheen of dawn spread across the clearing sky, her babe suckled his first. But he was smaller than any other infant she had ever seen, still, with a sickly skin that scarcely gloved over his bones. The babe's survival would be a struggle, aye, but Ygga had tried many-a-year to fall with-child to no avail. As such, it was a struggle she was willing to weather. At the end of his first week, his parents gave him his milkname: Boy.

Come their second year, most children shed their milknames and took upon a true, proper name. Boy, however, did not. Hamdyr Owleye, the Blacksole chief, advised against it, stating that he was not yet strong enough for survival to be guaranteed. As such, Ygga and Torben stayed his naming.

Boy's next several years were marred by illness. Whenever a cough ripped through his village, Camp, Boy would fall victim to it. Many-a-night he stood at death's door, with Ygga alongside him and praying to the Old Gods of the Forest.

WIP.