Lucien Enjolras

"It means I died a heroic death in battle with a weapon in my hand and was, uh, 'lucky' enough that a valkyrie was watching so she could, like, reap my soul or whatever, and was accordingly granted the, um, honor of serving Odin as one of his einherjar -- his half of the glorious dead; Aunt Freya gets the other half at Folkvanger. And unless I'm on a quest or, like, stuck in a mansion disconnected from the Nine Worlds, I spend every day practicing in Battle Practice to die again but, like, permanently in Ragnarok, and feasting on the flesh of the great beast Saehrimnir and the mead of the magical goat Heidrun. ...mostly that just involves dying in more ways than you can possibly imagine every single day forever." He frowns. "You don't like the root beer, do you?" Either that, or the face Lancelot is making is about Magnus. Okay, so it's a 50/50 shot either way.