Post by berwaldoxenstierna on Aug 19, 2010 19:46:19 GMT -5
Character's Name:
Berwald Oxenstierna
Character's Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Desired Faction:
Raiders
Character Description:
Nothing changed much in his appearance. He is still wearing his glasses, taller than most and still has his intimidating look. The only difference will be that now, he looks far more rugged and less orderly. His hair had whitened somewhat and his right arm now hung uselessly on a sling at his shoulder. He has more scars now than he did before, and the lines on his face are more defined, especially at his eyes, they are evidence of his ongoing lack of sleep.
Outfit/Weapons:
Right now hes weaing a pair of jeans, now extremely faded and worn, a battered dark shirt and a simple collared overshirt. He changes every once in a while , when he finds the opportunity, but since the fallout, he is extremely careful of where his clothes come from. He wears a dark brown trenchcoat that he uses to cover his arm sling. (uhhh think Auron from FF. he wears it sorta like that... but he actually wears the trenchcoat properly on his good arm.). An old pair of boots and his glasses.
He keeps a handgun ready at all times. Though, he is very cautious to avoid any instances where he will be forced to use it.
Personality:
Calm, incredibly serious, no-nonsense are the words used to describe him. Maybe even slightly OCD after the fallout. Though no one could blame him for being too careful about the water and food. No one wants to be poisoned. He's a bit more silent now, but maybe that's because no one every got close enough to have a proper conversation with him. He is very straight forward and to the point. Observant and patient.
Though, inside, he is still very playful and enjoys doing simple house chores and art. Maybe he just wants everything to go back to the way they were.
Strengths:
Rational thinking, his calmness, studies every option thoroughly before deciding. Rarely ever looses his cool, or his grip on his emotions.
Weaknesses:
Family, Absolut (that vodka) , loosing his glasses.
History:
The first several decades after the fallout, and the worst of the radioactive contamination, Berwald had only one thing in mind, to try and round up as many survivors as he could. Going in and out of shelters and bunkers, getting what ever was left of his people to safety. He spent several more decades helping his people to gather resources and build extra shelters. Though, he never left the relative safety of a bunker's radius. The effects of the fallout still had a choking grip of the land. He couldn't risk his own health, not when he was already sick to begin with. Of course, the urge to find his family constantly berated him, and it would be the biggest lie he would ever tell if he said that he wasn't worried about them.
But his people came first.
Now, it's been 200 years since the event. His people, the children and grandchildren of the survivors have finally begun and able to provide and sustain for themselves, and Berwald is finally able to cut himself loose from his responsibility and duty as a nation and start looking for his family. If they're still alive.
Additional Information:
After the fallout, he became very careful, even bordering paranoid at times. Though after 200 years, he allows himself to be slightly more lax with most things. His eyes have got worse, and now even with his glasses, can only just see enough for him to barely survive. His right arm had been rendered useless somewhere along the last 100 years. A Paralysis of sorts, he concludes on the same day his arm stopped working. He doesn't think about it much after that.
RP Sample:
It was just before day break, or whatever indication of the sun light arriving. His hand instinctively finds his glasses and slides it up his nose. He stays seated on the mattress for a moment, turning his head slowly to look at the other surrounding beds. They were all still asleep, albeit uneasily. Some were rolling and muttering in their beds, but only for a few seconds before falling silent again. He closes his eyes and sighs tiredly, then pushes himself off the mattress to look for his boots.
Berwald was always good at keeping track. Always. Ever since he was a child, before the age of vikings, he always kept track of the days, weeks and months. The neighbours chickens and sheep, the changes in the wind. He was almost never wrong. But now, he was struggling to keep track even of the years. How long has it been since the war killed the earth? How long has it been since he's last seen his family?
He awkwardly pulls his boots over his feet, then adjusts his arm on the sling. He bends down to his knees and pulls a leather knapsack from beneath the bed frame. He straightens himself and places the strap over his good shoulder. He steps lightly over the floor, careful to avoid any sleeping occupants or their belongings. He makes his way out of the room and into the hallway, then quickly strides towards the entrance.
There was a man sleeping beside the door. He was in his mid 30s even though he looked 50. He starts, eyes now wide open, " 'ey, Ber. Off so early?" he mumbles groggily, then yawns. Berwald nods and puts his hand on the door handle, "M' not comin' back," He pushes down on the handle and the door clicks noisily. The man was staring at him, Berwald knew. The old man laughed, "really? Where ya off to?" Berwald doesn't answer, instead he repeats himself, And the man stops laughing.
He pulls the blast door open, "Hejdå," He mutters as he takes a step outside and pulls the metal door close. He had trouble keeping track of the years. yes. But something tells him that it has been 200 years since that event. He doesn't know how, or why. But either way, that thing that told him that its been 200 years also tells him that its time to find his family. And that was reason enough for him.
OOC Info:
Name: Cheese
Age: 16
Introduction: 16, Exam bound every few months, incredibly bi polar.
Skype, email, extra contact info: larxene93@hotmail.com <- tell me if you add me or i won't accept.
Berwald Oxenstierna
Character's Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Desired Faction:
Raiders
Character Description:
Nothing changed much in his appearance. He is still wearing his glasses, taller than most and still has his intimidating look. The only difference will be that now, he looks far more rugged and less orderly. His hair had whitened somewhat and his right arm now hung uselessly on a sling at his shoulder. He has more scars now than he did before, and the lines on his face are more defined, especially at his eyes, they are evidence of his ongoing lack of sleep.
Outfit/Weapons:
Right now hes weaing a pair of jeans, now extremely faded and worn, a battered dark shirt and a simple collared overshirt. He changes every once in a while , when he finds the opportunity, but since the fallout, he is extremely careful of where his clothes come from. He wears a dark brown trenchcoat that he uses to cover his arm sling. (uhhh think Auron from FF. he wears it sorta like that... but he actually wears the trenchcoat properly on his good arm.). An old pair of boots and his glasses.
He keeps a handgun ready at all times. Though, he is very cautious to avoid any instances where he will be forced to use it.
Personality:
Calm, incredibly serious, no-nonsense are the words used to describe him. Maybe even slightly OCD after the fallout. Though no one could blame him for being too careful about the water and food. No one wants to be poisoned. He's a bit more silent now, but maybe that's because no one every got close enough to have a proper conversation with him. He is very straight forward and to the point. Observant and patient.
Though, inside, he is still very playful and enjoys doing simple house chores and art. Maybe he just wants everything to go back to the way they were.
Strengths:
Rational thinking, his calmness, studies every option thoroughly before deciding. Rarely ever looses his cool, or his grip on his emotions.
Weaknesses:
Family, Absolut (that vodka) , loosing his glasses.
History:
The first several decades after the fallout, and the worst of the radioactive contamination, Berwald had only one thing in mind, to try and round up as many survivors as he could. Going in and out of shelters and bunkers, getting what ever was left of his people to safety. He spent several more decades helping his people to gather resources and build extra shelters. Though, he never left the relative safety of a bunker's radius. The effects of the fallout still had a choking grip of the land. He couldn't risk his own health, not when he was already sick to begin with. Of course, the urge to find his family constantly berated him, and it would be the biggest lie he would ever tell if he said that he wasn't worried about them.
But his people came first.
Now, it's been 200 years since the event. His people, the children and grandchildren of the survivors have finally begun and able to provide and sustain for themselves, and Berwald is finally able to cut himself loose from his responsibility and duty as a nation and start looking for his family. If they're still alive.
Additional Information:
After the fallout, he became very careful, even bordering paranoid at times. Though after 200 years, he allows himself to be slightly more lax with most things. His eyes have got worse, and now even with his glasses, can only just see enough for him to barely survive. His right arm had been rendered useless somewhere along the last 100 years. A Paralysis of sorts, he concludes on the same day his arm stopped working. He doesn't think about it much after that.
RP Sample:
It was just before day break, or whatever indication of the sun light arriving. His hand instinctively finds his glasses and slides it up his nose. He stays seated on the mattress for a moment, turning his head slowly to look at the other surrounding beds. They were all still asleep, albeit uneasily. Some were rolling and muttering in their beds, but only for a few seconds before falling silent again. He closes his eyes and sighs tiredly, then pushes himself off the mattress to look for his boots.
Berwald was always good at keeping track. Always. Ever since he was a child, before the age of vikings, he always kept track of the days, weeks and months. The neighbours chickens and sheep, the changes in the wind. He was almost never wrong. But now, he was struggling to keep track even of the years. How long has it been since the war killed the earth? How long has it been since he's last seen his family?
He awkwardly pulls his boots over his feet, then adjusts his arm on the sling. He bends down to his knees and pulls a leather knapsack from beneath the bed frame. He straightens himself and places the strap over his good shoulder. He steps lightly over the floor, careful to avoid any sleeping occupants or their belongings. He makes his way out of the room and into the hallway, then quickly strides towards the entrance.
There was a man sleeping beside the door. He was in his mid 30s even though he looked 50. He starts, eyes now wide open, " 'ey, Ber. Off so early?" he mumbles groggily, then yawns. Berwald nods and puts his hand on the door handle, "M' not comin' back," He pushes down on the handle and the door clicks noisily. The man was staring at him, Berwald knew. The old man laughed, "really? Where ya off to?" Berwald doesn't answer, instead he repeats himself, And the man stops laughing.
He pulls the blast door open, "Hejdå," He mutters as he takes a step outside and pulls the metal door close. He had trouble keeping track of the years. yes. But something tells him that it has been 200 years since that event. He doesn't know how, or why. But either way, that thing that told him that its been 200 years also tells him that its time to find his family. And that was reason enough for him.
OOC Info:
Name: Cheese
Age: 16
Introduction: 16, Exam bound every few months, incredibly bi polar.
Skype, email, extra contact info: larxene93@hotmail.com <- tell me if you add me or i won't accept.
