Post by Cherrypit on Jan 25, 2010 21:50:58 GMT -5
Name:Aksel Torbjörnsson
Country of Origin:Denmark
Age: 24
Affiliation: Russian Mafia
Expertise: Mercenary
Personality: Aksel is really what one would call chaotic-neutral. He has no allegiances but to himself an his family; all of his actions are solely for his benefit, though he isn't a heartless killer. Yeah, he'll go out and do what needs to be done to pay the bills, but contrary to popular belief, he isn't a monster. If he were to be classified at all, it would be under ‘happy-go-lucky sociopath’. He's one of those good people that end up doing really bad things due to …lack of proper calculation, while still meaning well. Aksel is living proof that hell is indeed paved with good intentions.
Though unconventional in this day and age, his favorite weapon to decimate his enemies (or hit targets) with is an axe. He's also a skilled with handguns, and he can put on a damn good show. He is normally tireless and unrelenting in battle. Aksel is probably the most energetic and optimistic man you'd ever lay eyes on, unless of course he is intended to be the last thing you see.
He is open and friendly to just about anyone because he's a little bit dense. He doesn't realize when someone is making fun of him, even when it's a blunt insult. He's simply happy enough to be conversing with someone. However, he’s also loud, obnoxious and has the overwhelming air of an older brother; often being overprotective without actually consulting any of the parties involved in his ‘protection program’. This dominant trait might happen to be helpful when the situation requires for someone to take over and make decisions with iron will, but it's rather problematic in social relations and he’s likely to beat you up to a pulp because ‘it’s for your own good’. He isn't the master of subtlety, but he never fails to get the job done.
Appearance: His last name roughly means ‘lightning bear’ and in as far as appearance goes, Aksel is certainly built like one. Being the second tallest in his family, he stands at quite an impressive height. He is broad-shouldered and fairly muscular, which is no surprise due to his love for a good fight.
Aksel's hair pretty much mirrors his personality; it’s wild and resists most attempts of taming (hell, even his eyebrows are a bit bushy). His hair is blond, though the hue is more of a sandy blond than platinum, which is the average haircolor of his relatives, and his complexion is considerably more tanned due to him spending more time outdoors rather than inside studying. He is often told that he doesn’t look like them as much as one would expect. Not to mention he definitely has more facial expressions in stock.
Strengths:
-physical strength
-resistant (to pain to an extent, tiredness)
-energetic
-skilled fighter
-open-minded
-charismatic
-resourceful
-he forms friendships and alliances quite easily and will not allow prejudice dictate his policy
-surprisingly, he is is actually quite creative
Weaknesses:
-stubborn
-not that good at listening
-not all that good with empathy either
-has attention span of a fruit fly, which initially leads to him being:
-a little bit dense
-will do things of his own accord because he thinks it's "what's best"
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Aksel enjoys fights like no other, weather it be a knife fight or a shoot out. Most fights he gets into off the job are due to a high amount of something else he enjoys; Liquor. Coffee helps on the morning after such escapades as well. Not many would expect him to be competent in the kitchen, but Aksel is rather good at baking pastries (and he likes eating them twice as much and he enjoys making them). When he isn't on the job, he likes storytelling and studying legends and ancient heroes. He also truly loves his family, though it might be unrequited. He enjoys living life spontaneously, and that leads to him being disorganized, which unfortunately leads to sub-par hygiene. He dislikes books and having to read instructions (or following them in general). He hates pretty much anything that causes delays or makes him wait, even though many of the delays he experienced are due to his own miscalculations and hastiness. He doesn't respond well to moral lessons and being lectured. Not much can really scare the Dane because of his happy-go-lucky nature, but he does have a fear of being powerless and unable to protect the things that are most important to him; his family and his freedom.
History:
Aksel was always the black sheep in the family, for whatever reason. None of his siblings and cousins were as carefree as he was, and all of them were much better in school. He always had his own way of doing things, regardless of who gave the orders and what they were. This attitude is what got him kicked out of school at the age of 16. He never learned much, anyway. Wasn't a very book-smart kid, but hell if he didn't know his way around the streets. Once he was out of school, his family seemed to have lost interest in him at all, but Aksel, being the oblivious but sweet kid he is, thought of it as taking a break from his relatives.
With what money he could scrounge up, he made his way to Copenhagen and thrived on the streets. He stole whatever he needed to get by, fought other "bums" (for the lack of a better term) for places to sleep and sold some of his five-finger-discount wares. He never did any of this to be mean or out of spite, he just saw it as doing what he had to to survive.
His impressive though scoundrelly deeds had not gone undetected though. An organization for more powerful and worse than law enforcement; the Russian Mafia. Aksel Torbjörnsson was exactly the kind of guy they wanted; a great fighter with good survival insticnts who could hold his own. One of the "low-lifes" whose lip Aksel had busted during a turf fight had been an agent looking for this kind of guy. Within a day, they had found him and offered him a place among their ranks. Of course he accepted, and I'm sure he still would have had he detected the subtle threats on his life should he decline. They outfitted him with some nice new clothes and shipped him off to the US, where the real action and profit was at.
Sample/Character Introduction:
The Dane grinned as he looked across the street from the building he was in at the face of what would be his next paycheck. It wasn't like being a hit-man for the Russians was easy, nor did he enjoy killing all that much (if you kill someone, you can't fight 'em anymore, and that's no good for sport), but if it gets him at least three meals a day and a roof over his head, hey, Aksel ain't complainin'. Besides, these pasta-freaks had it coming to 'em.
This was the part about his job he hated the most; sitting and keeping watch. It was boring, and let's face it; the kid has little to no attention span. Today was the day he'd had enough of watching and was gonna take action. This mission was special. The boss wanted his target alive, but Aksel was allowed to have some fun if we wanted. Boss wouldn't mind a few cuts n' bruises, especially if it'd make the guy talk. Italians were infamous for leakin' their comrade's secrets under "strenuous" situations.
Passcode: I<3hetalia (I wasn't sure to put this last time, that's why it didn't show up, my apologies XD)
Country of Origin:Denmark
Age: 24
Affiliation: Russian Mafia
Expertise: Mercenary
Personality: Aksel is really what one would call chaotic-neutral. He has no allegiances but to himself an his family; all of his actions are solely for his benefit, though he isn't a heartless killer. Yeah, he'll go out and do what needs to be done to pay the bills, but contrary to popular belief, he isn't a monster. If he were to be classified at all, it would be under ‘happy-go-lucky sociopath’. He's one of those good people that end up doing really bad things due to …lack of proper calculation, while still meaning well. Aksel is living proof that hell is indeed paved with good intentions.
Though unconventional in this day and age, his favorite weapon to decimate his enemies (or hit targets) with is an axe. He's also a skilled with handguns, and he can put on a damn good show. He is normally tireless and unrelenting in battle. Aksel is probably the most energetic and optimistic man you'd ever lay eyes on, unless of course he is intended to be the last thing you see.
He is open and friendly to just about anyone because he's a little bit dense. He doesn't realize when someone is making fun of him, even when it's a blunt insult. He's simply happy enough to be conversing with someone. However, he’s also loud, obnoxious and has the overwhelming air of an older brother; often being overprotective without actually consulting any of the parties involved in his ‘protection program’. This dominant trait might happen to be helpful when the situation requires for someone to take over and make decisions with iron will, but it's rather problematic in social relations and he’s likely to beat you up to a pulp because ‘it’s for your own good’. He isn't the master of subtlety, but he never fails to get the job done.
Appearance: His last name roughly means ‘lightning bear’ and in as far as appearance goes, Aksel is certainly built like one. Being the second tallest in his family, he stands at quite an impressive height. He is broad-shouldered and fairly muscular, which is no surprise due to his love for a good fight.
Aksel's hair pretty much mirrors his personality; it’s wild and resists most attempts of taming (hell, even his eyebrows are a bit bushy). His hair is blond, though the hue is more of a sandy blond than platinum, which is the average haircolor of his relatives, and his complexion is considerably more tanned due to him spending more time outdoors rather than inside studying. He is often told that he doesn’t look like them as much as one would expect. Not to mention he definitely has more facial expressions in stock.
Strengths:
-physical strength
-resistant (to pain to an extent, tiredness)
-energetic
-skilled fighter
-open-minded
-charismatic
-resourceful
-he forms friendships and alliances quite easily and will not allow prejudice dictate his policy
-surprisingly, he is is actually quite creative
Weaknesses:
-stubborn
-not that good at listening
-not all that good with empathy either
-has attention span of a fruit fly, which initially leads to him being:
-a little bit dense
-will do things of his own accord because he thinks it's "what's best"
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Aksel enjoys fights like no other, weather it be a knife fight or a shoot out. Most fights he gets into off the job are due to a high amount of something else he enjoys; Liquor. Coffee helps on the morning after such escapades as well. Not many would expect him to be competent in the kitchen, but Aksel is rather good at baking pastries (and he likes eating them twice as much and he enjoys making them). When he isn't on the job, he likes storytelling and studying legends and ancient heroes. He also truly loves his family, though it might be unrequited. He enjoys living life spontaneously, and that leads to him being disorganized, which unfortunately leads to sub-par hygiene. He dislikes books and having to read instructions (or following them in general). He hates pretty much anything that causes delays or makes him wait, even though many of the delays he experienced are due to his own miscalculations and hastiness. He doesn't respond well to moral lessons and being lectured. Not much can really scare the Dane because of his happy-go-lucky nature, but he does have a fear of being powerless and unable to protect the things that are most important to him; his family and his freedom.
History:
Aksel was always the black sheep in the family, for whatever reason. None of his siblings and cousins were as carefree as he was, and all of them were much better in school. He always had his own way of doing things, regardless of who gave the orders and what they were. This attitude is what got him kicked out of school at the age of 16. He never learned much, anyway. Wasn't a very book-smart kid, but hell if he didn't know his way around the streets. Once he was out of school, his family seemed to have lost interest in him at all, but Aksel, being the oblivious but sweet kid he is, thought of it as taking a break from his relatives.
With what money he could scrounge up, he made his way to Copenhagen and thrived on the streets. He stole whatever he needed to get by, fought other "bums" (for the lack of a better term) for places to sleep and sold some of his five-finger-discount wares. He never did any of this to be mean or out of spite, he just saw it as doing what he had to to survive.
His impressive though scoundrelly deeds had not gone undetected though. An organization for more powerful and worse than law enforcement; the Russian Mafia. Aksel Torbjörnsson was exactly the kind of guy they wanted; a great fighter with good survival insticnts who could hold his own. One of the "low-lifes" whose lip Aksel had busted during a turf fight had been an agent looking for this kind of guy. Within a day, they had found him and offered him a place among their ranks. Of course he accepted, and I'm sure he still would have had he detected the subtle threats on his life should he decline. They outfitted him with some nice new clothes and shipped him off to the US, where the real action and profit was at.
Sample/Character Introduction:
The Dane grinned as he looked across the street from the building he was in at the face of what would be his next paycheck. It wasn't like being a hit-man for the Russians was easy, nor did he enjoy killing all that much (if you kill someone, you can't fight 'em anymore, and that's no good for sport), but if it gets him at least three meals a day and a roof over his head, hey, Aksel ain't complainin'. Besides, these pasta-freaks had it coming to 'em.
This was the part about his job he hated the most; sitting and keeping watch. It was boring, and let's face it; the kid has little to no attention span. Today was the day he'd had enough of watching and was gonna take action. This mission was special. The boss wanted his target alive, but Aksel was allowed to have some fun if we wanted. Boss wouldn't mind a few cuts n' bruises, especially if it'd make the guy talk. Italians were infamous for leakin' their comrade's secrets under "strenuous" situations.
Passcode: I<3hetalia (I wasn't sure to put this last time, that's why it didn't show up, my apologies XD)
