Post by nemesis on Jan 15, 2016 19:19:04 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: King
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Face Claim's Name: (Searched for a name, found nothing)
Name: Brynjar Lothbrok Bjørn
Alias: Nemesis
Race: Human - Mutant
Age: 17
Birthday: (04/14/1997)
Alignment: Chaotic Good/Chaotic Evil(Eventually)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 185lbs
Hair: Green(Dyed)
Eyes: Auburn
Training: Minor Kick-Boxing
Inventory: Pill container, a single pack of cigarettes, Zippo Lighter /w name engraved, and a smartphone.
Description
Physique: Brynjar, pre-Mutation was somewhat muscular in tone, and being the son of an NIS agent, his father had taught him to fight in various methods. Post-Mutation, Brynjar's body had become quite toned in muscularity, body becoming as durable as granite rock(pre-armor).
Appearance:
Street Clothing: Generally his attire consists of sleeveless shirts, black jeans, or loose fitting track pants.(all he has for now)
-Burn scars along his upper back and upper left arm
Personality: Simple, straight to the point, loyal to a T to his beliefs
Character Time Line
Character Origin (part 1): Born in the Capital of Norway, Brynjar was raised in a middle-class neighborhood, mostly by his mother who did the best she could while their father was away doing on government business. By age 6, he'd realized his father wasn't around very much, but still didn't know why. By age 8, he'd began to fully realize he was essentially the 'man' of the house so to speak and had assumed his mother's duties of keeping the house clean, dishes washed, and the rest of the general kid chores, which included at times cooking dinner for his mother.
By age ten, Brynjar had become somewhat of a decent cook, managed to keep the house in respectable condition, assumed duties that an adult male should be doing, yard work, maintenance, general upkeep, and helping raise his baby sister, Dagmar. He'd done his best, as best as a kid could do, but it wasn't good enough for his father, who had become physically and near emotionally abusive with two to three beatings a week and almost daily verbal abuse. Eventually, the house had burned to the ground, to which he was left behind by his mother and father who elected to save Dagmar and completely leave him behind. Managing to escape, he had suffered severe burns on his upper back and portions of his left arm
Once he'd reached his final year in school, he'd began jerking his duties, like helping his sister with her homework, cleaning up the house, and even cooking dinner. Distancing himself from his family, He had begun to hang out with several people roughly his age who either graduated or dropped out. First it just started with fights outside of school, eventually evolving into vandalism and drug peddling.
By the time he'd graduated, he'd maybe come home once or twice a week, but at near the break of down, intoxicated or high on some drug or another. Cigarettes had also become a habitual habit, much to his mother's disgust and pleading that he does not pick up one of his father's filthy habits, yet had fallen on deaf ears. Eventually, he'd further distanced himself from his family until he'd been arrested for breaking into his former school, vandalism, and assaulting an officer. Spending two months in prison, thanks to some greasing and favors his father had to do, he'd changed his entire outlook on life, and eventually his X-gene had awoken.
Character Origin (Part 2): Being from Norway, Brynjar has heavy Viking heritage, after all, his middle name is Lothbrok, after his Ancestor Ragnar Lothbroke. Seeing the X-men on TV, he never really thought anything of it at the time. That was until his X-Gene was awakened, and he wanted assistance in learning to control his powers, as well as help people, and the only way he could do that was to move to the US and attend Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngers, in hopes that he could also prove to humanity, that just because mutants were different, it did not mean they were all dangerous, no matter what their gift is.
Year 1(Birth to 12th year
-Born to parents Alyxander & Brynhild Bjørn
-Age 5, broke his knee and collarbone falling from a tree
-Age 10, became a big brother
-HIs home burnt to the ground and spent six months in hospital from burns.
Year 1(15-17th year/Nothing relevant 11-15)
-Age 15 Graduated middle of his class Fagerborg Upper Secondary School
-Began to hang out with the wrong crowd
-Arrested for Vandalism, B&E, and assault spent two months in Ringerike Prison
-Upon release, changed his ways
-Age 16, X-Gene activated
Significant relationships
(These are people important in shaping your character, Mother, Father, Villain, Hero, etc.)
(Alyxander Bjørn) - (Father; Not very secretive about his distaste for Homo Superior, his father had been known to curse the very existence of mutants and even wish their extinction. Being an abusive alcoholic has put a strain on the Father/son relationship to the point of Brynjar wanting nothing to do with him.
(Brynhild Bjørn) - (Mother; The one person in his life whom could have stopped the abuse of he and his little sister, yet chose to turn a blind eye to it due to some undying love or loyalty. Due to this fact, the relationship between him and his mother can only be described as distant and untrusting.)
(Dagmar Bjørn) - (Baby Sister; Most important person in the world to him. His sister is the one person in the world he'd burn the world to the ground to protect. She knows his secret, know's he's a mutant, yet does not tell their parents within accordance to his wishes.)
Powers / Abilities
(List as many as you need)
Powers/Abilities
Fleshwarping/Fleshcrafting; The ability to change one's body/body part's into something beyond the norm, I.E. Various crafts of weaponry/armor(Adept)
Weapon Limitations: Cannot create projectile weapons. I.E. Guns, Crossbows, rocket launchers
Armor Limitations: Reduces his speed by 1.5x
Enhanced stats: Strength, Agility, Stamina, Durability increased by 2.5x
Durability: Granite rock(Without Armor) Tank armor(Armor)
Pseudo Regeneration: With the ability to warp his flesh, also comes with the ability to self-heal(Adept)
Organic/Molecular Manipulation: The ability to manipulate Organic material outside of his own person, including other organisms, including to but not limited to other people.(Unknown)
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
Cold - Makes it more difficult to manipulate and/or self-heal
Human - Enhanced Durability or not, he's still very much human and can die
Adamantium/Vibranium/Titanium/various other strong metals, can harm him ranging on the type of metal.
Telepathic Intrusion - Suspceptable to mental influence/control/manipulation
Fire -Crippling fear
Audition post
(Translations at the bottom)
It was roughly four o'clock in the morning, the institute was silent say for the crickets chirping and the occasional frog ribbiting just outside his window. But, that wasn't enough to awaken him, it did take a lot to stir Brynjar to awaken, yet mostly it just took the morning to come. Currently, he was deep in slumber, already well on his way to dreamland. Sadly, it wasn't rainbows or puppy dogs he'd be dreaming of this evening, it was something far more crippling. He was in his home, sleeping in his bed when the fire had begun to rip through his home, his father apparently had passed out, half-empty bourbon bottle in one hand, lit cigarette in the other. The fire roared through the place, mother, father, and baby sister already safely out of the house. He, however, had been trapped in his room... Alone and scared out of his mind, he'd curled up in a small ball just below his window seal, the flames encroaching closer and closer, seeping into his room. The door blew off its hinges and was sent sailing across the room to stick in a wall, two feet from where he lay. Finally, shaking free of fear long enough to conjure a thought, he immediately threw open the window and leaped out, but not before the flames had reached him, catching a portion of his highly flammable pajama tops.
About that time, he'd awoken in a cold sweat. Sitting up quickly in his bed panting, breathing lapsed and stopped a few times as he did his best to gulp and swallow the lump in his throat. His left hand reached for the glass kept on his nightstand for different purposes, unfortunately, it was like grabbing a wet bar of soap in a cartoon, it kept slipping and stumbling through his fingers until it fell against the hardwood floor with a shattering crash, water and glass shards spreading across the floor. "Gud faen!" he growled, gasping for breath. Slowly, he'd begin to take slow deep breaths in and out, doing his best to calm down. But that wasn't helping... Finallybla he'd decided to lay back down, finger's curling around the blankets that had been nearly kicked off, slowly pulling them back over himself, thinking he'd be allowed to actually sleep now. But, for the next three hours, he'd do nothing more than stare at the wall adjacent from his window. Yet the most he could accomplish was maybe ten minutes. before the sun rudely tore through the window, signaling that it was time to get up and begin a brand new day.
Translation: God Damnit
Player Nickname: King
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Face Claim's Name: (Searched for a name, found nothing)
Name: Brynjar Lothbrok Bjørn
Alias: Nemesis
Race: Human - Mutant
Age: 17
Birthday: (04/14/1997)
Alignment: Chaotic Good/Chaotic Evil(Eventually)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 185lbs
Hair: Green(Dyed)
Eyes: Auburn
Training: Minor Kick-Boxing
Inventory: Pill container, a single pack of cigarettes, Zippo Lighter /w name engraved, and a smartphone.
Description
Physique: Brynjar, pre-Mutation was somewhat muscular in tone, and being the son of an NIS agent, his father had taught him to fight in various methods. Post-Mutation, Brynjar's body had become quite toned in muscularity, body becoming as durable as granite rock(pre-armor).
Appearance:
Street Clothing: Generally his attire consists of sleeveless shirts, black jeans, or loose fitting track pants.(all he has for now)
-Burn scars along his upper back and upper left arm
Personality: Simple, straight to the point, loyal to a T to his beliefs
Character Time Line
Character Origin (part 1): Born in the Capital of Norway, Brynjar was raised in a middle-class neighborhood, mostly by his mother who did the best she could while their father was away doing on government business. By age 6, he'd realized his father wasn't around very much, but still didn't know why. By age 8, he'd began to fully realize he was essentially the 'man' of the house so to speak and had assumed his mother's duties of keeping the house clean, dishes washed, and the rest of the general kid chores, which included at times cooking dinner for his mother.
By age ten, Brynjar had become somewhat of a decent cook, managed to keep the house in respectable condition, assumed duties that an adult male should be doing, yard work, maintenance, general upkeep, and helping raise his baby sister, Dagmar. He'd done his best, as best as a kid could do, but it wasn't good enough for his father, who had become physically and near emotionally abusive with two to three beatings a week and almost daily verbal abuse. Eventually, the house had burned to the ground, to which he was left behind by his mother and father who elected to save Dagmar and completely leave him behind. Managing to escape, he had suffered severe burns on his upper back and portions of his left arm
Once he'd reached his final year in school, he'd began jerking his duties, like helping his sister with her homework, cleaning up the house, and even cooking dinner. Distancing himself from his family, He had begun to hang out with several people roughly his age who either graduated or dropped out. First it just started with fights outside of school, eventually evolving into vandalism and drug peddling.
By the time he'd graduated, he'd maybe come home once or twice a week, but at near the break of down, intoxicated or high on some drug or another. Cigarettes had also become a habitual habit, much to his mother's disgust and pleading that he does not pick up one of his father's filthy habits, yet had fallen on deaf ears. Eventually, he'd further distanced himself from his family until he'd been arrested for breaking into his former school, vandalism, and assaulting an officer. Spending two months in prison, thanks to some greasing and favors his father had to do, he'd changed his entire outlook on life, and eventually his X-gene had awoken.
Character Origin (Part 2): Being from Norway, Brynjar has heavy Viking heritage, after all, his middle name is Lothbrok, after his Ancestor Ragnar Lothbroke. Seeing the X-men on TV, he never really thought anything of it at the time. That was until his X-Gene was awakened, and he wanted assistance in learning to control his powers, as well as help people, and the only way he could do that was to move to the US and attend Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngers, in hopes that he could also prove to humanity, that just because mutants were different, it did not mean they were all dangerous, no matter what their gift is.
Year 1(Birth to 12th year
-Born to parents Alyxander & Brynhild Bjørn
-Age 5, broke his knee and collarbone falling from a tree
-Age 10, became a big brother
-HIs home burnt to the ground and spent six months in hospital from burns.
Year 1(15-17th year/Nothing relevant 11-15)
-Age 15 Graduated middle of his class Fagerborg Upper Secondary School
-Began to hang out with the wrong crowd
-Arrested for Vandalism, B&E, and assault spent two months in Ringerike Prison
-Upon release, changed his ways
-Age 16, X-Gene activated
Significant relationships
(These are people important in shaping your character, Mother, Father, Villain, Hero, etc.)
(Alyxander Bjørn) - (Father; Not very secretive about his distaste for Homo Superior, his father had been known to curse the very existence of mutants and even wish their extinction. Being an abusive alcoholic has put a strain on the Father/son relationship to the point of Brynjar wanting nothing to do with him.
(Brynhild Bjørn) - (Mother; The one person in his life whom could have stopped the abuse of he and his little sister, yet chose to turn a blind eye to it due to some undying love or loyalty. Due to this fact, the relationship between him and his mother can only be described as distant and untrusting.)
(Dagmar Bjørn) - (Baby Sister; Most important person in the world to him. His sister is the one person in the world he'd burn the world to the ground to protect. She knows his secret, know's he's a mutant, yet does not tell their parents within accordance to his wishes.)
Powers / Abilities
(List as many as you need)
Powers/Abilities
Fleshwarping/Fleshcrafting; The ability to change one's body/body part's into something beyond the norm, I.E. Various crafts of weaponry/armor(Adept)
Weapon Limitations: Cannot create projectile weapons. I.E. Guns, Crossbows, rocket launchers
Armor Limitations: Reduces his speed by 1.5x
Enhanced stats: Strength, Agility, Stamina, Durability increased by 2.5x
Durability: Granite rock(Without Armor) Tank armor(Armor)
Pseudo Regeneration: With the ability to warp his flesh, also comes with the ability to self-heal(Adept)
Organic/Molecular Manipulation: The ability to manipulate Organic material outside of his own person, including other organisms, including to but not limited to other people.(Unknown)
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
Cold - Makes it more difficult to manipulate and/or self-heal
Human - Enhanced Durability or not, he's still very much human and can die
Adamantium/Vibranium/Titanium/various other strong metals, can harm him ranging on the type of metal.
Telepathic Intrusion - Suspceptable to mental influence/control/manipulation
Fire -Crippling fear
Audition post
(Translations at the bottom)
It was roughly four o'clock in the morning, the institute was silent say for the crickets chirping and the occasional frog ribbiting just outside his window. But, that wasn't enough to awaken him, it did take a lot to stir Brynjar to awaken, yet mostly it just took the morning to come. Currently, he was deep in slumber, already well on his way to dreamland. Sadly, it wasn't rainbows or puppy dogs he'd be dreaming of this evening, it was something far more crippling. He was in his home, sleeping in his bed when the fire had begun to rip through his home, his father apparently had passed out, half-empty bourbon bottle in one hand, lit cigarette in the other. The fire roared through the place, mother, father, and baby sister already safely out of the house. He, however, had been trapped in his room... Alone and scared out of his mind, he'd curled up in a small ball just below his window seal, the flames encroaching closer and closer, seeping into his room. The door blew off its hinges and was sent sailing across the room to stick in a wall, two feet from where he lay. Finally, shaking free of fear long enough to conjure a thought, he immediately threw open the window and leaped out, but not before the flames had reached him, catching a portion of his highly flammable pajama tops.
About that time, he'd awoken in a cold sweat. Sitting up quickly in his bed panting, breathing lapsed and stopped a few times as he did his best to gulp and swallow the lump in his throat. His left hand reached for the glass kept on his nightstand for different purposes, unfortunately, it was like grabbing a wet bar of soap in a cartoon, it kept slipping and stumbling through his fingers until it fell against the hardwood floor with a shattering crash, water and glass shards spreading across the floor. "Gud faen!" he growled, gasping for breath. Slowly, he'd begin to take slow deep breaths in and out, doing his best to calm down. But that wasn't helping... Finallybla he'd decided to lay back down, finger's curling around the blankets that had been nearly kicked off, slowly pulling them back over himself, thinking he'd be allowed to actually sleep now. But, for the next three hours, he'd do nothing more than stare at the wall adjacent from his window. Yet the most he could accomplish was maybe ten minutes. before the sun rudely tore through the window, signaling that it was time to get up and begin a brand new day.
Translation: God Damnit