Child of a Goddess

Unlike some villains, you were both simultaneously born into and fell into the work of villain hood. See, you're the son of the Goddess Hel, Goddess of the Aesir Underworld, birth name Hans Asgran. Your powers first came in around your 16th birthday. It started small. You could sense when people or animals were close to ****. Then you were able to see the dead spirits of people and animals. Following that, it turned out they could see you too. Ghosts started asking you for help (annoyingly enough), never really leaving you in peace. Then the last power came in right before your 17th birthday. That being that, whenever you got angry or upset, skeletons would rise out of the ground. The final kicker was when mother decided to visit you.

On your way home from school, hundreds of ghosts had stood in your way whispering. “She waits”, “Our prince”, “It is time”, they had whispered. It seemed normal (for you) if it wasn’t for all the ghost whispering. As you pushed your way through, you noticed these ghosts were more corporeal than any you dealt with before. As you went through the ghosts, they started to look like they were from progressively older time periods until you got to a man and woman dressed as though they were from the time of the Vikings. And there she stood, first appearing half young and half old an then followed by half alive and half dead. The ghosts bowed to her as if she was a Queen they feared and respected.

“So you're still having trouble controlling your powers.”

It was a statement of fact not a question yet you felt inclined to answer.

“Yes miss.”, you replied, looking down at your feet and feeling unsure why you felt shame at this admission.

“Do not fret. You have done better than your other brothers and sisters in the past.”, she said and then stood up so suddenly and looking so intimidating you couldn't help but take a step back.

“Now let me introduce myself.”, she declared as her form started glowing with power, her voice and the light reminding you of the elf queen from Lord of the Rings when the ring tempted her, “I AM HEL, QUEEN OF HELHEIM AND GODDESS OF THE UNDERWORLD! I AM YOUR MOTHER AND YOU ARE MY CHAMPION!”

You were somehow able to stand on your own two feet, despite the power in her voice and appearance. The ghosts around you cowered in fear, unable to move yet wanting to run from your mother.

“I'm your champion?” , was all that came out of your mouth. Hel seemed to smirk at this.

“To believe you stood your ground. Maybe you are worthy of being my son.” she uttered wryly as she stood up and reached out to bring out a Scythe, seemingly from thin air, “This Scythe is my gift to you. It will allow you to channel your power better and more effectively. It also has the ability to send souls to either my realm or Valhalla.”

Hel handed you the Scythe and it felt perfect to you, as though it were meant for your hands and yours alone. Each ghost bowed down to you in turn and you looked to your mother. “I serve as you will, mother.”, you stated firmly.

She reached towards you with her living hand and touched your face. “Make sure you do. Now then, master your power, restore the Aesir as Gods in the eyes of man.”, she ordered and then she turned and smiled but paused to add, "Oh, and watch out for your brothers, Krampus and Nicolas. They tend to be a little bit unhelpful to there younger siblings." And then Hel vanished, taking the ghosts with her

Years passed as you honed your skills. Firstly, you noticed that you had greater strength, dexterity, and stamina that made you completely immune to most diseases. Secondly, you found that you had become far more attractive and could change your appearance as you willed (though it took some time to do so), allowing you to hide your real identity pretty well. It was easier to charm and manipulate people as well. Thirdly, you were more perceptive and intelligent than before, making it so that, within a few sentences, you could speak any language fluently. By the time you were 21, all your born powers had settled in. It was like a second puberty, in a way, but even more intense, though it made commanding the dead easier.

As time went on, you learned that, by obtaining ancient relics or having relics created for you, you could access new powers. It was never an easy job to obtain the relics, either fighting some guardian or having to hunt down materials to have them made. Even when you found the materials, you then had to either find a Dwarf or go to Nicolas to have them craft a relic for you. Then the process of gathering the power in the relic had to start. It was quite an ordeal, actually.

All that aside, in the past four years, you have gathered one hundred men and women to worship the Aesir Gods, created your own independent country recognized by the UN,and were named Jarl for your country. All in all, you have accomplished a lot, yet more must still be done. The people must be protected from other governments, faiths, supernatural creatures and other half bloods. The fact that the way you handle things may make you seem a villain to other countries doesn't matter in the least.