Post by Freyr Njarðarson on Dec 22, 2009 15:03:47 GMT -5
(lol am I even in the right section ? 
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Name: Freyr Njarðarson
Country of Origin: Iceland
Age: 18
Affiliation: Russian Mafia
Expertise: In life: After he interrupted his studies because of his boss's pestering, he hasn't really done anything notable, though he'd really like to.
Place in the organization: Executor. He doesn't think that his opinions matter, so he does the dirty works without protests.
Personality:
Freyr acts rather cold and hides his feelings. He doesn't talk much and always keeps his face blank. He has his own opinions and thoughts, but he doesn't usually bring them out.
He doesn't get angry easily, if at all. And when he gets, he really is angry, though he tries to hide it as best as he can. Neither is he easily annoyed; usually he just doesn't care.
Because of his history Freyr is an unconditional pessimist. He doesn't believe that some people could really be good; everybody have their dark sides. It's hard for him to trust anyone, sometimes he doesn't even trust himself. For him, there's nothing wrong with this kind of attitude; it maybe isn't a way to find company, but it's his way to survive. No one can betray him.
It's very hard for Freyr to express himself, since he doesn't like talking to people when it's not necessary. His thoughts are deep and his head is full of them.
Appearance:
Freyr's about 5'6'' and pretty slim even though he's in good shape. He's very pale and he has silver-white hair which is pretty casual, but still tidy. His eyes are violet and he has very dark eyelashes.
He prefers dark colors with white in his clothing, and always wears a bowtie instead of habitual tie.
Strengths:
• He is very agile and he has good reflexes.
• Ability to hide his emotions and fears, no matter how big they are.
• He finds giving up very disgusting, so he never does so himself.
Weaknesses:
• He's not very strong physically, when he gets into fight his only opinion is to simply run away.
• Ability to hide his emotions and fears, no matter how big they are.
• Doesn't find his opinions important because of his status and history, so he is very easy to manipulate and usually just does as he's told to, no matter how horrible the thing is.
Likes:
• Coffee
• Photographing
• Reading
• Movies
• Handguns
Dislikes:
• Noise
• Stupid people
• Sweets
• Housework; that stuff is for ladies.
• Scruffy people
Quirks:
• He never removes the white bowtie around his neck.
• No matter what he does, his clothes have to be tidy.
Phobias:
• Intimate relationships
• Strangers
History:
Freyr was born in Reykjanesbær, but when he was 4, his little family moved to Reykjavík, and soon Freyr started going to school there. He wasn't paying any attention to relationships, though his parents were always telling him that he's not going to survive in life without any friends. He didn't have any siblings either, and both of his parents had careers and were always very busy, so Freyr was pretty lonely all the time. He did have one good friend, but he hasn't remembered anything from that boy for years.
Freyr always wanted to have a succesful career just like his parents and he studied very hard, while the other kids were saying that he's a freak or a swot. School was the thing he was good in, and it was pretty much his only life. He was never really interested in the opposite sex or parties and that stuff. His life was full of routines that never brake.
Until one day. When Freyr was at the 8th grade, his father had been depressed for over a year, and one evening, he completely snapped. He started yelling at Freyr's mother and hit her for several times with a knife. His mother told Freyr to run away before his father would start to beat him too. Freyr didn't want to leave his mother like that, but because he was completely powerless against his own father, he quickly left the house and called the police. His custody was donated to his grandmother immediately.
For two months Freyr had no clue about what had happened to his parents. Despite that, his life continued in a normal way. No one at his school knew what had happened. He even refused to go to therapy. He wanted to handle the thing by himself.
One day he finally got to know. His mother had died in hospital later that night and his father had been in mental hospital, but managed to commit suicide before the legal process.
Of course Freyr was sad, but his parents' deaths didn't really change anything. They were always at work anyways. But the tragedy did have an effect on him. He started to be afraid of relationships.
Soon he started to investigate his parents' history and found out that when they were younger, they had some strong connections to the underworld. The thought fascinated Freyr and he wanted to know more. He found out that his grandfather had been in the Russian Mafia. He decided to talk about this to his uncle. And believe me, the man was not happy when Freyr asked about the thing. He simply tried to change the topic but Freyr was stubborn. Finally, the old man gave in and told everything he knew.
Freyr had made his decision. He crawled his way to the circles, using his grandfather's old friends. And when his grandmother passed away, he made his final move to join the Mafia. There was no turning back.
Sample:
Freyr was standing in the shadows, waiting. He was holding a gun in his gloved hands, ready to shoot. It was dark and the cold, but gentle wind was messing up his hair. His target would probably appear soon. It was one of those greedy businessmen who were trying to reveal his boss.
Freyr had a weird feeling in his stomach. This is what happens if you mess up with the big boss. Everyone is powerless against him. Everyone. There's no way out; it's not possible that someone who's connected to the Mafia could stop that and start a normal life. No way. No matter how far you escape; they're always going to to find you.
A loud bang interrupted Freyr's thoughts.
What was that!? He thought in suprise, peeking out from his hiding place to see what happened. There was a body laying on the ground, in the middle of a puddle of blood. The body looked familiar.
Wait- that's the guy I was supposed handle!
He looked around again, but saw nobody. But there had to be someone. Freyr needed to get the hell out of that place soon, or he could be killed.
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)Name: Freyr Njarðarson
Country of Origin: Iceland
Age: 18
Affiliation: Russian Mafia
Expertise: In life: After he interrupted his studies because of his boss's pestering, he hasn't really done anything notable, though he'd really like to.
Place in the organization: Executor. He doesn't think that his opinions matter, so he does the dirty works without protests.
Personality:
Freyr acts rather cold and hides his feelings. He doesn't talk much and always keeps his face blank. He has his own opinions and thoughts, but he doesn't usually bring them out.
He doesn't get angry easily, if at all. And when he gets, he really is angry, though he tries to hide it as best as he can. Neither is he easily annoyed; usually he just doesn't care.
Because of his history Freyr is an unconditional pessimist. He doesn't believe that some people could really be good; everybody have their dark sides. It's hard for him to trust anyone, sometimes he doesn't even trust himself. For him, there's nothing wrong with this kind of attitude; it maybe isn't a way to find company, but it's his way to survive. No one can betray him.
It's very hard for Freyr to express himself, since he doesn't like talking to people when it's not necessary. His thoughts are deep and his head is full of them.
Appearance:
Freyr's about 5'6'' and pretty slim even though he's in good shape. He's very pale and he has silver-white hair which is pretty casual, but still tidy. His eyes are violet and he has very dark eyelashes.
He prefers dark colors with white in his clothing, and always wears a bowtie instead of habitual tie.
Strengths:
• He is very agile and he has good reflexes.
• Ability to hide his emotions and fears, no matter how big they are.
• He finds giving up very disgusting, so he never does so himself.
Weaknesses:
• He's not very strong physically, when he gets into fight his only opinion is to simply run away.
• Ability to hide his emotions and fears, no matter how big they are.
• Doesn't find his opinions important because of his status and history, so he is very easy to manipulate and usually just does as he's told to, no matter how horrible the thing is.
Likes:
• Coffee
• Photographing
• Reading
• Movies
• Handguns
Dislikes:
• Noise
• Stupid people
• Sweets
• Housework; that stuff is for ladies.
• Scruffy people
Quirks:
• He never removes the white bowtie around his neck.
• No matter what he does, his clothes have to be tidy.
Phobias:
• Intimate relationships
• Strangers
History:
Freyr was born in Reykjanesbær, but when he was 4, his little family moved to Reykjavík, and soon Freyr started going to school there. He wasn't paying any attention to relationships, though his parents were always telling him that he's not going to survive in life without any friends. He didn't have any siblings either, and both of his parents had careers and were always very busy, so Freyr was pretty lonely all the time. He did have one good friend, but he hasn't remembered anything from that boy for years.
Freyr always wanted to have a succesful career just like his parents and he studied very hard, while the other kids were saying that he's a freak or a swot. School was the thing he was good in, and it was pretty much his only life. He was never really interested in the opposite sex or parties and that stuff. His life was full of routines that never brake.
Until one day. When Freyr was at the 8th grade, his father had been depressed for over a year, and one evening, he completely snapped. He started yelling at Freyr's mother and hit her for several times with a knife. His mother told Freyr to run away before his father would start to beat him too. Freyr didn't want to leave his mother like that, but because he was completely powerless against his own father, he quickly left the house and called the police. His custody was donated to his grandmother immediately.
For two months Freyr had no clue about what had happened to his parents. Despite that, his life continued in a normal way. No one at his school knew what had happened. He even refused to go to therapy. He wanted to handle the thing by himself.
One day he finally got to know. His mother had died in hospital later that night and his father had been in mental hospital, but managed to commit suicide before the legal process.
Of course Freyr was sad, but his parents' deaths didn't really change anything. They were always at work anyways. But the tragedy did have an effect on him. He started to be afraid of relationships.
Soon he started to investigate his parents' history and found out that when they were younger, they had some strong connections to the underworld. The thought fascinated Freyr and he wanted to know more. He found out that his grandfather had been in the Russian Mafia. He decided to talk about this to his uncle. And believe me, the man was not happy when Freyr asked about the thing. He simply tried to change the topic but Freyr was stubborn. Finally, the old man gave in and told everything he knew.
Freyr had made his decision. He crawled his way to the circles, using his grandfather's old friends. And when his grandmother passed away, he made his final move to join the Mafia. There was no turning back.
Sample:
Freyr was standing in the shadows, waiting. He was holding a gun in his gloved hands, ready to shoot. It was dark and the cold, but gentle wind was messing up his hair. His target would probably appear soon. It was one of those greedy businessmen who were trying to reveal his boss.
Freyr had a weird feeling in his stomach. This is what happens if you mess up with the big boss. Everyone is powerless against him. Everyone. There's no way out; it's not possible that someone who's connected to the Mafia could stop that and start a normal life. No way. No matter how far you escape; they're always going to to find you.
A loud bang interrupted Freyr's thoughts.
What was that!? He thought in suprise, peeking out from his hiding place to see what happened. There was a body laying on the ground, in the middle of a puddle of blood. The body looked familiar.
Wait- that's the guy I was supposed handle!
He looked around again, but saw nobody. But there had to be someone. Freyr needed to get the hell out of that place soon, or he could be killed.
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