Username: aray17
Name: Harpa Hafkitta // Jörmungandr "Jör"
Name Meaning: To grip the sea creature // Large sea serpent that was a son of Loki and was outcast to encompass the sea and wrap around the world. He holds his tail until Ragnarok starts (pronounced j-your-mahn-gahn-der)
Gender: stallion
Halter Color: same as armor
Personality: Stoic | Leader | Stern | Reserved
Jör is extremely quiet and tends to hide away his pain or feelings to not burden others and to not ruin his image. He has natural leadership qualities and is a firm but understanding leader. He pushes his clan to raise their bars and exceed their mental expectations. He is a stern leader but has a compassionate and understanding side to him. He can be quick to judge but is curious and enjoys learning about others to deeper levels. He is a reserved stallion and enjoys silence, something he rarely finds.
Fantastic Tale: Alongside his chatty sidekick Bo, Jör set out an ambitious course to explore the boundaries of the world. They decided to meander to the distant lands of Spain to see the wonderous architecture and bring home exotic gifts for their local merchants. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon and the chilly night was slowly receding. After they packed their supplies and said farewell to their loved ones, they set off on their way. Jör took a deep breath of the fresh country air and let out a happy sigh. He was enjoying the silence until Bo began to run his mouth and ask endless questions about their journey and other various questions. Five minutes into their excursion and Jör already was regretting his travel companion. He slowly glared at Bo and said to him "This will be a more pleasant journey if you talk less and only talk when there is something important to be said." Bo lowered his head and looked embarrassed after being corrected. He simply nodded and then looked up out into the distance. The heavily wooded path was nothing new to Jör, but it was new and frightening to Bo. His head was on a frantic swivel as his anxiety and paranoia made him jump at the flap of a bird's wings. As they continued their journey through the French countryside, they would stop at various roadside inns along their way but one in particular tickled the fancy of Bo. A light, dainty mare whose coat gleamed in the sunshine as if it were made of delicate silver greeted them outside as the sun began to set and the chills began to crawl across the land. The mare said few words but welcomed them with a warm smile and showed them to her last available stall. Bo's eyes were as big as saucers as they were fixated on the mare. She left them alone for the night and Bo eagerly awoke in the morning to see her one last time before they departed back onto their trek. His eyes were glued onto her like a moth to light as his face was astonished and his jaw was drooping. Jör nudged Bo along and they continued on their trek throughout the French countryside as they neared the Spanish border. Their finish line inched closer and closer as their excitements grew. After they crossed into Spain, they immediately headed for the coast to take a dip into the refreshing waters. As they overlooked the ocean on a sharp cliff, both of them let out a gasp of awe as the bright blue water gleamed and the clarity was that of glass. They made their gradual descent to the shore and raced each other to the water. Bo submerged his entire body, neck and head. Whereas Jör slowly dunked his body into the chilling water. They relaxed and decompressed in the waters as the waves slowly intruded and receded on the beach. Jör felt complete inner peace, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since his parents were alive and on good speaking terms with him. Meditating in pure bliss was the release he desperately internally needed. His soul could rest from the inner chaos he had been experiencing for so long. That is what created the value of external silence.
