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Ciarán Hinds (/ˈkɪərən/ KEER-ən; born 9 February 1953) is an Irish actor from Belfast, Northern Ireland. Hinds is known for a range of screen and stage roles. He has starred in feature films including The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover (1989), Persuasion (1995), Oscar and Lucinda (1997), Road to Perdition (2002), The Sum of All Fears (2002), Munich (2005), Amazing Grace (2007), There Will Be Blood (2007), Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (2008), Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 (2011), Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011), Silence (2016), First Man (2018) and Belfast (2021), the last of which earned him Oscar and BAFTA nominations for Best Supporting Actor. Known for his distinctively deep voice, Hinds is also known for his voice role as Grand Pabbie, the Troll King, in the animated films Frozen (2013) and Frozen II (2019). He played General Zakharow in Red Sparrow (2018). He also portrayed Steppenwolf in Zack Snyder's Justice League (2017) and its 2021 director's cut. His television roles include Julius Caesar in the series Rome, DCI James Langton in Above Suspicion, Mance Rayder in Game of Thrones, and Captain Sir John Franklin in The Terror. In addition, Hinds appeared in season 3 of Shetland (2016), produced by ITV. As a stage actor, Hinds has spent periods with the Royal Shakespeare Company and the Royal National Theatre, and six seasons with Glasgow Citizens' Theatre. Hinds has continued to work on stage throughout his career. In 2020, he was ranked 31st on The Irish Times list of Ireland's greatest film actors. Description above from the Wikipedia article Ciarán Hinds, licensed under CC-BY-SA, full list of contributors on Wikipedia.
From Davin to the Eternity Gate, this is the Heresy as it should have been—five to six serialized, slow-burn seasons of pure, uncut catastrophe, not a lore anthology or Primarch power-scaling parade, but the Great Crusade’s golden promise rotting from within as the Warmaster takes the knife, the virus bombs eat loyalist lungs on Istvaan III, Prospero’s libraries burn under a brother’s axe, Calth’s sun dies in betrayal, Nuceria drowns in Angron’s ascension, Fulgrim perfects himself into damnation, Mortarion sells his sons for Nurgle’s embrace, Perturabo grinds the Fists into spiteful dust, and the Khan rides alone toward a father who never deserved him—then the Siege, Dorn’s walls cracking, Sanguinius’s wings broken on the Vengeful Spirit, the Emperor and Horus annihilating each other’s souls in a room full of dead dreams, and the Imperium hauled onto the Throne not as victory but as a corpse that will never be allowed to die; this is the tragedy not of good versus evil but of love too late, truth too heavy, and loyalty repaid in ash, where every brother’s bond becomes a wound, every honor is buried in black sand, and the only ending is the slow, grinding realization that the golden age was already dead the moment the Emperor stopped being a father and started being a god.
