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Thor pretty much said the standard crap you'd expect from an Aesir god in the modern world, except less Marvel Comics campy. He sits me down in some recording studio lobby and I swear, folks didn't notice either one of us, much less what we were talking about. Couple of months ago, my pop shows up, looking just like he popped out of one of my mom's scrapbooks. Well the more time I've spent here in the City, working clubs as a bouncer and a few corporate gigs as a security guard, the more my Aesir heritage has started to surface. Turns out NYC still draws a lot of attention, even in the real world, compared to fricking Marvel Comics. I figured there'd be jobs here, if nothing else, but there's also a pretty pumping garage band vibe going on in the Big Apple still. Well after getting into the whole Viking scene and graduating from high school by the skin of my teeth and some really smooth talking to some of the smarter folks in my class, I moved to New York City. That's all I've ever wanted to really do with my life: Play the drums and let the world know how I feel. I've never been the smartest guy around, but I'm smart enough to get by. I grew up pretty normal, but when I hit my teenage years I started getting into all of that Viking, neo-pagan, black metal bullshit. I grew up pretty normal as kids go, my powers and abilities were either really easy to control or, uh, Hel. I'm still new to this whole Scion versus Titanspawn thing and my extended family hasn't been very helpful about explaining it. No idea where the 'Englund' part came in, I guess everybody's gotta pick a last name when they come down to Earth… Or is it Midgard? I dunno. Donar's one of his traditional names, but… Yeah. She thought it made him kind of a raging badass. They were getting to know one another a bit though and she really dug on his Norse ancestry. My dad died a couple of days later, just before my mom realized she was pregnant. ![]() My mom never really got into the details of it, thank Frigg 'n' Odin. My dad, Donar Englund, had a one night stand with my mom, Joanne Melnitz, after a raucous block party that had some hardcore, 1980's hair metal band or other playing. Me, I was born in the dead center of Nowhere, Pennsylvania a little over twenty years ago. ![]() Mortals don't know too much 'bout gods 'n' shit anymore. What? Big, bad, poor as dirt Haldor Archibald Englund can't have a badass motherfucker of a father? Oh, right. I think I'm related to the Scripters of Destiny, at least on my dad's side of the family… Well, technically, I guess it's more 'at least in my dad's home realm.' Destiny can be a bitch, but I guess I don't have the luxury of really saying that anymore.
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