Name: Haldor Frost Age: 15 Height / Build: 6'3, already broad-shouldered and heavily built for his age — thick arms, solid frame, the kind of size that makes grown men look twice. Appearance: Dark, unkempt wavy hair that falls into his face. Sharp, heavy-lidded eyes that rarely soften. Usually seen in a heavy fur-collared cloak over rough northern wool and leather, hands often stained from work or blood. Mean-looking by nature — the permanent set of his mouth and the cold stillness in his stare make people keep their distance, even though he is not cruel. Personality: Quiet to the point of near-silence. Speaks only when necessary, and then in as few words as possible. Observant, patient, and lethally efficient when violence is required. Not sadistic — he simply treats killing as a skill he happens to be very good at. Background: Born and raised in the northern lands, just outside Winterfell. Parents were killed when he was eight — cut down during a wildling raid that struck their isolated cottage in the woods. After their deaths he was briefly taken in by a pair of hedge knights passing through the North. They taught him the basics of the sword and how to end a life cleanly. Once the knights moved on, Haldor survived alone by hunting. He learned the rest of his killing skill the hard way — by tracking and slaughtering the wolves that prowled the same woods he lived in. Now lives mostly in a small, rough cottage deep in the woods just beyond Winterfell’s walls. He travels when the need arises (coin, supplies, or darker work), but always returns to the trees. At fifteen he is already known in quiet circles as a dangerous boy — tall, strong, soft-spoken, and very, very good at making men stop breathing.