Greetings, I am Vilhjálmyr! I was born during a vicious raid on our village, carried out by one of the nomadic mountain tribes. My people managed to ward off the attackers, alas, my father fell in battle and my mother succumbed to her injuries. I was raised by Arne, the blind blacksmith, who was prudent enough to beat me every day and make me steal food from others, in order to survive. When I was six, the tribe who killed my parents returned to our village. After slaughtering them all, I decided to walk the lands, bedding women and killing men, the way of a true warrior. Never have I been bested... And so I sit, on a rock carved to resemble one of the Earth Gods, Hognír. Waiting, every day, for a warrior with fire in his heart to challenge and defeat me. Unfortunately, the fabled internet is no place for true warriors, so here is a completely fictional account of my life: I am Bill. My beard is as red as the robes of R'hllor. I am 23 and live in Germany. My favourite film is Jaws and my favourite part of the saga is 'A Storm of Swords'. I roll my own cigarettes, drink one beer to every supper and have never been outside of Europe. My favourite character is Davos of Seaworth, closely followed by Tormund Giantsbane. I also enjoy football (the one where you use a ball and your feet) and have a dog I call Ghost, which is not her real name.
