Post by Mikkel Ødegård on May 24, 2010 23:07:13 GMT -5
Canon/OC Character Application
Character name: Mikkel Ødegård [Kongeriket Norge/Norway]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4'' (1,65m)
Weight: 123lb (56kg)
Appearance:
He is short and thin.
If you look at Mikkel, right away you - either think he's a girl or - notice he is not the type to get into fist fights. His face has always the same blank expression,
his dark purple eyes always looking dull, his thin lips never turning up or down.
The only indication of emotions inside that body are the rare twitches of his eyebrows, making him frown or look amused.
He has light blond hair, long bangs falling over his right eye, the pieces meant to fall over the left side of his face are always up, held by a cross shaped barrette. A small curl of his hair is always floating behind his head.
As said before, his body is not built, he is thin. He has his normal curves, and is so delicate he might look really girlish sometimes. His skin is pale white, and he always uses clothes that vary from red, white and blue (all tones).
Personality: He is quiet, and quite the pacifist, since he is not good at hand-to-hand combats, and would hate to carry a black eye around for nothing.
Mikkel is reserved and hates to pick sides, and people usually do this for him, a
lot, which made him a reclusive person. He doesn't like people, and crowds and parties, he tries his best to always stay away from the noise and laughter, preferring the silence and the books he carries around. He also hates to listen to
people bragging about themselves, or things they acquired in battles and what they stole. If he could, he would live alone in the woods.
Mikkel doesn't get angry easily, he rarely shows it, though, unless it's something really big. People often state he's emotionless and has no feelings, truth is he just doesn't bother showing them, believing this is a weakness. Also, he has no idea how to show his feelings without sounding like and idiot.
Class:
1. Summoner
2. Spellcaster
Likes:
- Silence
- Animals
- Sweets
- Coffee
- Alcohol
Dislikes:
- Noise
- Crowds
- Fights
- Stupid people
- Fruits
Strengths:
- Silence - he's good at hiding his presence, for investigations purposes or just to run from his enemies.
- Fast - He's smaller than most guys around, which helps him to run and hide faster than most people.
- Eyesight - He has a really great eyesight, not even slightly damaged.
Weaknesses:
- Physically Weak - he just can't get into hand-to-hand combats, even though he's fast, he's not strong, at all.
- Sympathy - he's rude and arrogant most of the time. He can't deal with humans and has no idea of how the society works nowadays. He can't understand many things people tell him.
- Mathias, his Dane friend - He's the only one who can make him so mad he'll let go of his calm self. And will, usually, break something.
He also can't understand why he hasn't killed him yet.
History: Mikkel never got to know his parents, or a father/mother figure.
He was abandoned the moment he was born, and was found hungry and cold in
the woods, wrapped in a blanket with a small bunny plush he still carries around.
The man who found him, left him at a big house where an old woman used to
take care of abandoned children, which was really common in the place he was
born. Times were hard, and it was a really poor village, many children were given
away to rich families who couldn't have babies, and the less fortunate ones were
either abandoned or killed.
He was just abandoned, probably left to die, but he could consider himself
lucky.
Even though, he never got along with the other kids. They were noisy and overly
happy for their miserable life. Mikkel usually stayed locked in the cellar, reading,
or drawing, or just wondering how things were out there, and why he could see
things no one else could.
When he was old enough to wander around, he met what he likes to think is his
best friend, Håkon, a huge green creature, a troll. At first, said creature almost
killed him, but seeing his lack of fear or reaction, the big thing decided they
should just be good friends. For some reason, he could understand what the troll
said and wanted, and Håkon understood him pretty well too. He was the one
who introduced him to Cawley, a small nisse who was always wandering around
the farms, helping farms to stay safe, and fixing things for them. As soon as they
met, they connected, and Cawley never left his side.
He was called weird and other children laughed at him, specially Mathias, an
annoying bully who was always around, saying he had weird friends and used to
talk to himself. It was hard for him to understand he was special, and had powers other people didn't, and just when he was fourteen he decided to leave
the orphanage.
He traveled with both Cawley and Håkon by his side, until he found civilization,
where they had books and people who could help him understand what happened
to him. People weren't of much help, actually, but books - the ones he stole from
libraries and bookstores - were the best help he could get. As he grew up, he got better at spells, and got to travel to farther places, where he found small
jobs and got money enough to travel farther. As time passed, he got to know more creatures he got to love, and found out he liked them way better than the
humans around. They could communicate better, they respected nature and personal space, and were way funnier than anyone he knew would ever be.
Slowly, he turned into a recluse, locking himself to the human world, staying around the woods as much as possible.
Sample Post:
Mikkel didn't mind the cold weather, he actually liked it. It reminded him of home, and hot drinks by the fireplace, things he was extremely used to. So, when he woke up that morning, watching small flakes coming down from the sky to lay down over the green grass, he had to smile to himself.
He found it beautiful how the snow covered the pathway that led to his small cottage, turning the usually green view into a beautiful, plain white, landscape.
The young man felt tempted to just go outside, let his fingers touch the snow, maybe try to find some creatures that could be around and he was yet to meet, and walk around taking pictures in his mind of the most beautiful images he could find.
But, he couldn't.
A whine coming from another room called his attention, drawing him away from the window, to the room where it came from. There, in a bed covered with quilts
he sewed himself, laid a young man, his skin so pale is looked pearly, his long white hair covering part of his eyes - that Mikkel knew were blue, even though they were closed - and the small part of his chest that was visible was completely wrapped in bandages. Most part of them were stained with dried blood.
This, the state the poor nøkk was in, was one of the reasons he hated the other humans so much. They were always afraid of things they didn't know, and often had to hurt said things, to feel better, to feel safe. Okay, maybe the nøkk wasn't actually a harmless creature, like his Cawley - the nisse - but still, it was an extremely beautiful being, with awesome talent, and that could be gentle if treated well. It was cruel to harm a pretty thing like that, and lave it bleeding near the lake.
Maybe he was being reckless for saving said nøkk, but still, what was the point of leaving it there to die? None, right?
So, thinking like this, he dragged the nøkk home - with Håkon's help, obviously - cleaned his wounds, bandaged him, and gave him some herbal teas he knew would be good for his health.
But it seemed like it wasn't helping.
"Please, wake up", he mumbled under his breath, his knees touching the wooden floor, his fingers tightening around the patchwork quilt. He needed the nøkk to be okay, he really did. But the more time passed, less hope he had.
He rested his head near the bed, and kept an eye on the sleeping creature, hoping he'd wake at any moment.
Hours passed, and Mikkel woke up, feeling cold and confused when something was pressed against the top of his head. He slowly opened his eyes, the white haired man laying in his bed coming into focus, a weak - very, very weak - smile was playing on pale lips as blue eyes stared at him. "Thank you", the melodic voice echoed around the room, calm and low. Mikkel slowly nodded, fascinated at how beautiful a nøkk could be when awake. Slowly, and feeling his muscles ache from being too long in the same position, he stood up and left the room, promising to bring him something to eat.
When he passed by the window, it had stopped snowing, and a large amount of snow had formed on top of his windowsill, making it harder to see outside. He crossed the living room and lit up the fireplace, heading towards the kitchen to prepare something warm for the both of them.
He really, really liked the cold weather.
[shadow=red,left,300]BRITANNIA BEAM![/shadow]
For the parts I mentioned Denmark (Mathias), I already talked to his future player. ^___^