a/n: so for any of you reading this I highly suggest you listen to the gods of war album by the band Manowar for that the main inspiration for the character in this story.

Hildr was born under circumstances he doesn't understand, but the one thing he does understand is the thrill and glory of battle. The feeling of blood on your skin as you rip your opponent into pieces; the stinging of pain as a blade cut through your skin. Because of this, he wears no armor, nor a shirt, which shows off not only his muscular physique, but also the many scars and tattoos that litter his body. He stands a towering 7'8" with braided pitch black hair that flows down his back. His weapon is a double-sided ax. That is, until he calls upon his greatest power. This power was given to him in his greatest time of need. There he stood, on a single knee, after fighting a glorious battle with armies from all four kingdoms. Knowing that his time had come, he raised his ax to the sky, holding it in both hands and made ready to die. However, along with his brothers, only Odin would call him to Valhalla, and today was not that day. As he started to fall to the ground, the sky turned black, thunder and lightning danced across the sky. As his body hit the ground, four bolts of lightning struck him, and a fifth bolt slammed into the ground before him and became a sword (Looks like the one on the cover of the album). Using the pain as the lightning bolts as fuel for him to live, he reached out and grasped the sword. When he did, he felt a power rush through him like no other. His wounds healed themselves, and as he rose from the ground, he began to scream like a wild animal. He faced the kingdom's armies and cut through them like they were nothing. None of them, nor their weapons, harmed him as he slaughtered them all. As the last men feel, Hildr raised his sword to the sky and let out a victory cry to the heavens. The heavens responded with flashes of lightning and claps of thunder. After his victory cry, he once more took a knee and recited the warrior's prayer. a/n It's a little different from the original but I think it fits the character and the overall use of the power more.

Gods of war I call you

My sword is by my side

I seek a life of honor

Free from all false pride

I will crack the whip

With a bold and MIGHTY HALE

Cover me with death

If I should ever fail

GLORY, MAJESTY, UNITY HAIL!

Hail!

Hail GODS OF WAR!

In that moment, as the wind howled, he heard the voices of the war, gods, his brothers in blades.

"Brother of the blade. We come to your aid in your time of need. For only Odin, the King of kings will call you to Valhalla. We have given you the gift of the Berserker Rage, but you may only use it in a time of need. When you need it, drop your ax to the ground and recite the warrior's prayer. After that draw this sword from its scabbard, and feel the power of the gods flow in your veins." Ever since that day, if he ever required the power of the gods, he would drop his ax to the ground and recite the warrior's prayer. In this world filled with Grimm, Hildr was almost always in a fight. He has never had a day of the common education. The teaching he has learned is that of battle, in which he is self-taught. His transportation his own two feet, he has traveled all over the world dirting from place to place. Looking for his next great battle all the while spreading the legend of his vast power and battle prolapse. His legend is so vast and so well spread that the story is told to children as if it were a fairy tale. But to those that know it's true, fear was sent down their spines. Now he is in Vale, a calling from the gods of war has sent him here. For what reason he knows not, but he would never question his brother in blades and set out to the mighty city.