Bryngeir Halfdan

Devastator of the Space Wolves Chapter

Reserved, Introspective, Loner, Calculating

WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel
43 57'' 44 48 42 38 48 45 46

Wounds: 21
Insanity: 0
Corruption: 0
Fate: 4
Experience: 2700/2750

Demenour: Calculating, Sons of Russ (pg 49 DW Core)

Basic: Barter, Carouse, Charm, Command, Contortionist, Deceive, Disguise, Evaluate, Gamble, Inquiry, Intimidate, Logic, Scrutiny, Search,
Trained: Awareness, Chapter Runes, Climb, Common Lore (Astartes, Deathwatch, Imperium, War), Concealment, Dodge, Drive Ground Vehicle, Forbidden Lore (Xenos), Literacy, Navigation Surface, Scholastic Lore (Astartes), Silent Move, Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic), Swim, Tactics, Intimidate
+20: Tracking

Heightened Sense (Smell, Hearing, Sight), Ambidextrous, Astartes Weapon Training, Bulging Biceps, Killing Strike, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Psychic Powers), True Grit, Unarmed Master, Mighty Shot, Hardy

  • Unnatural Toughness (x2)
  • Unnatural Strength (x2)

Combat Modes:

  • Oath of The Weapon: Heavy Bolter
    • Ignore the effect of Jams.

Solo: Burst of Speed, Feat of Strength, Favoured Son, Wolf Senses (pg 217)
Group: Fire Support, Fire For Effect, Tank Buster, Unrelenting Devastation (pg 77)

-Astartes Power Armour (Lead from the Front, +1 Squad Cohesion)
-Astartes Heavy Bolter with Backpack ammo supply (Heavy; 150m; -/-/10; 2D10+10; Explosive; Pen 6; Clip 60; Reload Full; Tearing)
-Astartes Bolt Pistol, 3 Astartes Frag Grenades, 3 Astartes Krak Grenades, Astartes Combat Knife
-Repair Cement, Chapter Trapping (Totem of the Bloodied Hunter, +1 to righteous fury damage rolls)

Assigned for Mission:

  • Deathwatch Suspensor [25]
  • Astartes Chainsword (D10+3; Rending; Pen 4; Balanced, Tearing) [5]
  • Kraken Rounds (8 Pen; +50%) [10]

Character: Fenris Hunter


An exert from the Saga of the Armoured Spear, the tale of Bryngeir Halfdan, as told by Henrik Ingmar

Bryngeir's story reads like so many of his ilk. Born during the eternal winter, raised on the barren and icy tundra of Fenris, paying homage day and night to the great warriors of the sky, Bryngeir was like many others that inhabit the violent deathworld which the Space Wolves call home. At the age of 7, Bryngeir lost his tribe to the ever changing landscape when their archapelago sunk beneath the tumultuous seas. Bryngeir swam for 8 days and 8 nights, beset on all sides by the many monsters that dwell in the ocean. With spear in hand he repelled the monters attacks, again and again, until he finally reached land. Knowing survival was slim for one as young as he, Bryngeir quickly fashioned a bow, figuring that keeping his distance from the predators of the tundra was tantamount to his waking each morning. He spent 4 years, 4 long and hard years wandering the ice, hunting and scavenging when he could, many beasts fell before his mighty bow. One chill day, while preparing his latest kill, Bryngeir heard a sound that was new to him. The keening moan cut through the winds, burrowing into his heart. Was it Bear? No… Was it Elk? No.. Bursting from the wastes came a monsterous figure, standing twice the height of a man, thrice the width, covered in shaggy white hair and bearing claws of diamond sharp. Bryngeir had heard tales of such beasts, the snow trolls that wander the dark wastes… Ever searching for disobediant children to whisk away as the stories went. Bryngeir quickly brought his spear to bear, but was cast aside like a ragdoll by the beasts swinging claws. His spear shattered under the impact, the haft splintering into his eyes. Bleeding, blinded, Bryngeir felt that this might be his end. Defiently he drew his bow, notched and arrow, and paused, straining his ears for the slightest hint of movement. The troll snuffed, and charged the wounded boy. Bryngeir raised his bow and let fly. The arrow cut through the air, piercing the beast through its eye. The troll stumbled and fell, crashing into Bryngeir and knocking the boy down. There he lay, unable to move the mighty bulk of his kill off his heaving chest. It took all of his strength to stop the beast from crushing him to death. He lay, for two nights, arms weakening by the hour, starving and still blind. Just as his strength failed he felt the beast stir, its weight moving. A moment later he was free, the crushing bulk no longer confining him to an inglorious death. A voice spoke from above him…
"Fenrisian, did you slay this beast?"
Bryngeir nodded slowly in the direction of the voice.
"A fine kill indeed for one so young. I had been tracking this creature for over 5 moons and yet here it lays, slain by an impovished child"
The voice paused.
"Your eyes, you have been blinded have you not?"
Bryngeir nodded once more.
"Come child, I shall take you where aid awaits"
Bryngeir felt strong hands lift his frail form, hands far too large to belong to any man of Fenris. Before loosing conciousness Bryngeir whispered his first words in over 4 winters…
"Sky Warrior…"

After undergoing the trials of Morkai, Bryngeir was assigned to the great company of Gunnar Redmoon, where his calculated approach to warfare brought him quickly into the ranks of the Long Fangs. Having served with the Space Wolves for almost two centuries, Bryngeir was sequested to the tribute owed to the Deathwatch. He is currently awaiting assignment to a kill team. Stoic and silent, Bryngeir does nothing with haste, often assessing each situation and listening to all sides before casting judgement or coming to action. It is hoped these traits will serve him well during his time with the Deathwatch.

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