The following is a template of how your character profile should read and look. Feel free to modify as you would like but I really like the idea of an introduction being done like your character is speaking to the reader.
You. You would know my name? If only you recognized the absurdity of such a question.
What are the names of the grains of sand you'll find upon the beach? The names of the trees within the forest?
Have you even looked upon those trees? Have you seen where their roots go? I am as far beyond such things as you are over the ants you think nothing of.
And yet, names have meaning. Names are how we can start to get a handle upon things beyond our understanding.
Very well, I shall humor you and tell you my names. Yes, my
names. For I have many.
As many names as there are ways to die.
I told you I would tell you my names. For this is what I am called:
Graybeard is my name, I rarely lie about that.
I am called
Vegtam: Wanderer or
Road Traveller. I am
Geirs Drotinn: Spear Shaker. Herteitr: Battle Glad
I am called
Báleygr: Fiery Eyed when one needs a piercing stare through the dark.
Fjölnir: Many Forms. When one wishes to tap into my magic. Others have called me
Bolverkr: Evil doer.
Grimnir: Masked One. When asked to conceal ones movements. I was there when the world was formed,
I was born in the gaping abyss, when there was nothing but the ice and fire.
It was I who tore that giant Ymir asunder. The earth created by his flesh, the oceans from his blood.
I was there when the gods made hills from his bones and trees from his hairs.
The sky dome is that giant's skull and from his brain we shaped the dark clouds.
I was the Third of Three when Ask and Embla were carved from driftwood. Bestowing upon them the gift of breath.
I was with Fjolvar for five years on the island called Algron, We were waging war, killing warriors, proving ourselves and sampling the local ladies.
I am the Hooded One,
Havi when my advice to humankind is spoken of.
Would you still know more?
Válföðr:
Father of the slain.
Sváfnir: Sleep Giver
Hrafnaguð:
Raven god
I am the keeper of the slain, the wanderer, the wise, the wand-bearer, I have as many names as the winds.
My ravens are
Huginn and
Muninn,
My wolves are
Geri and
Freki.
I am the gallows god for I know that I hung on a wind-battered tree for nine long nights.
Pierced by a spear, and given to Óðinn,
Myself to myself on that tree whose roots grow in a place no one has ever seen.
I was called
Allfather.
Anganfriggjar:
Frigg's Joy. And
Óðr:
Beloved.
Know my name and know who you look upon:
I am
Óðinn.
And I no longer remember my name. For I was born upon Midgard, what you call Earth as a mortal. I do not know why I left my parents for a life as a vagabond. I can no longer recall their touch. Their words of encouragement even. Their love was strong, but my will to leave was stronger. I grew close to my uncle for within his words were wisdom I could live by.
I can no longer recall why, at the age of 23, my beard became grey. I do not know why my eyes have 20/20 vision yet I can't seem to see the path in front of me.
Nor can I recall why I seem to relentlessly seek to learn. I can't tell just why no food will ever satisfy nor any drink will ever slake my thirst.
I could be a teacher, but I no longer recall my knowledge. So I am a student seeking to learn.
My name is now simply
Havi. Yet I cannot say why except that it is a name I feel I will one day earn.
Greedy much?
