Post by Puppy on Dec 2, 2009 16:31:56 GMT -5
Name:
Berwald Oxenstierna
Country of Origin:
Sweden
Age:
23
Affiliation:
Law Enforcement
Expertise:
Detective, Lawyer - Particularly biased towards bringing down the Russians
Personality:
As a default, all lawyers need to appear serious at least half of the time and look like they know what they're talking about. Berwald takes it one step further. Not only does he play the quiet yet serious role in his work force, he knows every little hint of intel on the Russian mob. An ex-cop, he is staunch and often menacing and many find it hard to believe this harsh looking giant is a fan of the arts, and even has a small room set aside in his house for his large collection of paintings.
His quiet nature often leads many of his opponents to false impressions about him, knocking them off guard as he provides a powerful and convincing case no matter the details.
The kinder, more playful side of his nature shows through outside of his white-collar job, his free time spent with his housemate, a small white dog by the name of Hanatamago, whom he takes everywhere with him: the park, the local coffee shop, the beach. Wherever dogs can go, Hanatamago will accompany Berwald.
Appearance:
At just a little over 5'9", Berwald stands a little taller than the average Swedish man, sporting a neatly trimmed head of pale blond hair. A man who takes great pride in how he looks whilst at work, Berwald makes sure his hair sits perfectly on his head every day before leaves his home. Small blue eyes are framed by thin, rectangular glasses. Complete with his smooth, not-too-extraordinary-but-not-too-cheap black suit and a leather suitcase (faux, not real), he can be picked out as a talented and serious lawyer from any distance.
When not confined to the restrictions of his job, his clothing can vary from loose shorts and a t-shirt in the summer to thick pants and a ski jacket in the peak of winter or when paying a visit to the snow. (And, for those curious little people, he's a briefs kind of guy, because boxers are uncomfortable to wear with properly ironed slacks).
Strengths/Weaknesses:
S:
W
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
L
D
Q
P
History:
Berwald's early life was uneventful; an average life spent with his mother and father growing up in Stockholm. He was still in the single digits of age when his family decided to make the long and dangerous journey from Sweden to the new land, America, to start a new life. It wasn't that their current life was bad or anything, they just wanted to try something different.
The journey over was long and, by the time they arrived in the new land, Berweld was alone, having lost his parents to disease on the trip over. Perhaps, by the good grace of God taking mercy on such a young, unfortunate child, he was taken in by a rich elderly couple and spent his days studying in the countryside by himself.
When his foster parents passed away, not long after the end of the first world war, Berwald moved to the city in hopes of continuing his studies with the money he had been left.
His life was uneventful in most ways, until one day, not long after his sixteenth birthday, when he was wandering the streets after dark. He had been thrown into an alley and pressed up against the cold brick wall and a sharp knife was pressed to his throat. If it had not have been for an off-duty cop walking past the alley at that very moment, responding to Berweld's cries for help by attacking the mugger, disarming him and making makeshift handcuffs out of a piece of rope off the ground, then he surely would've been mugged and possibly killed.
The mugging was a blessing in a way for Berwald, introducing him to a new side of city life as well as the way to counteract it. The officer who had saved him took him back to the station and - after learning more about the young Swede whose English was good but not great, while his mind was the other way around - agreed to take him under his wing and show him the ropes of law enforcement.
Having never been the fittest of people, Berwald spent much of his time organizing paper work, a true white-collar job. He knew everything there was to know about every case that passed through the system, and he became particularly interested in the Russian Mafia, mostly because it was as close as he could get to relating to his birthplace, and his interest soon became his job. He found himself working through the clues collected by detectives, making his own links and, after closing his first case, he was hired as an essential part of the team.
Berwald's first encounter with Hanatamago was walking home from work to his small cottage. It became a daily occurrence, involving the pair walking home together and sharing whatever small treat the Swede can produce from his kitchen cupboards. During the first winter he experienced since meeting the small dog, Berwald decided to bring Hanatamago into his own, so the small canine didn't freeze in the snow, and he just never got around to telling the dog to leave.
Sample/Character Introduction:
"Seger," It was a small murmur, barely above a whisper and even less audible, it's a wonder even he can hear it. He stared calmly down at the half full cup of espresso in front of him before dropping a coin into it, producing a bottle of vodka from seemingly mid air.
The coffee house he was sitting in was quaint and quiet, the only other other occupants of the small cafe being the barista cleaning coffee cups behind the counter and the small white dog curled up in his lap. It was a late Friday evening and all Berwald wanted to do was drink to the victory he had achieved in court only hours earlier.
The contents of the clear glass bottle were emptied into the coffee cup, until the 'head' of the ten kronor could see him through the cloudy liquid. A moment later, the cup was empty save for the coin still sitting at the bottom of the cup amongst the last dregs of caffeine and alcohol.
He sat in his chair for a moment, enjoying the rhythmic sound of the barista cleaing down the tables and stacking the chairs before he finally stood, tucking the bottle of vodka somewhere in the suit jacket he was wearing, having not changed since finishing court, and stepping out onto the darkening streets, Hanatamago on his heel.
Berwald Oxenstierna
Country of Origin:
Sweden
Age:
23
Affiliation:
Law Enforcement
Expertise:
Detective, Lawyer - Particularly biased towards bringing down the Russians
Personality:
As a default, all lawyers need to appear serious at least half of the time and look like they know what they're talking about. Berwald takes it one step further. Not only does he play the quiet yet serious role in his work force, he knows every little hint of intel on the Russian mob. An ex-cop, he is staunch and often menacing and many find it hard to believe this harsh looking giant is a fan of the arts, and even has a small room set aside in his house for his large collection of paintings.
His quiet nature often leads many of his opponents to false impressions about him, knocking them off guard as he provides a powerful and convincing case no matter the details.
The kinder, more playful side of his nature shows through outside of his white-collar job, his free time spent with his housemate, a small white dog by the name of Hanatamago, whom he takes everywhere with him: the park, the local coffee shop, the beach. Wherever dogs can go, Hanatamago will accompany Berwald.
Appearance:
At just a little over 5'9", Berwald stands a little taller than the average Swedish man, sporting a neatly trimmed head of pale blond hair. A man who takes great pride in how he looks whilst at work, Berwald makes sure his hair sits perfectly on his head every day before leaves his home. Small blue eyes are framed by thin, rectangular glasses. Complete with his smooth, not-too-extraordinary-but-not-too-cheap black suit and a leather suitcase (faux, not real), he can be picked out as a talented and serious lawyer from any distance.
When not confined to the restrictions of his job, his clothing can vary from loose shorts and a t-shirt in the summer to thick pants and a ski jacket in the peak of winter or when paying a visit to the snow. (And, for those curious little people, he's a briefs kind of guy, because boxers are uncomfortable to wear with properly ironed slacks).
Strengths/Weaknesses:
S:
- - Committed; If he says he'll do something, he means it. He will see any tasks he accepts through to the end.
- - Debating; Given the moot at hand is something he is interested in or has time to study, he is able to continue a debate even when it seems he couldn't possibly have any more points to make.
- - Judgement; A skill developed with his sex collecting, he has an eye for detail and picking out the smaller things from the big picture.
W
- - Over-analytical; When he gets put on a case he is especially keen to win, he often puts too much thought and effort into it and trips himself up.
- - Single-minded; Once convinced of a point, it is near impossible to sway him from this view. While it may be useful for debating and being a lawyer, it has gotten him into far worse trouble in his past.
- - Intimidating; Though a useful ability to have in the court, he is intimidating to everyone around him, scaring people off even attempting to talk to him unless they really have to, making him just that little bit more lonesome.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
L
- Dogs, specifically Hanatamago
- Surströmming
- Winning a case
- sex in it's finer forms - paintings, photography, sculpture
D
- Losing a case
- Organized crime gangs
- Being proven wrong
- Overly milky drinks
Q
- Whenever he wins a case, he will always celebrate with a glass of Swedish coffee; Whenever he loses, he 'punishes' himself with a latte.
- Doesn't speak unless he feels the need to, communicating with small grunts or single words where required.
- Often speaks English without a Swedish accent when at work, but allows the accent to show through - or even uses Swedish - when in a more casual environment.
P
- Convicting an innocent man
- Living completely alone
- Losing something because of his sexuality (i.e. a job, an opportunity, a friendship)
History:
Berwald's early life was uneventful; an average life spent with his mother and father growing up in Stockholm. He was still in the single digits of age when his family decided to make the long and dangerous journey from Sweden to the new land, America, to start a new life. It wasn't that their current life was bad or anything, they just wanted to try something different.
The journey over was long and, by the time they arrived in the new land, Berweld was alone, having lost his parents to disease on the trip over. Perhaps, by the good grace of God taking mercy on such a young, unfortunate child, he was taken in by a rich elderly couple and spent his days studying in the countryside by himself.
When his foster parents passed away, not long after the end of the first world war, Berwald moved to the city in hopes of continuing his studies with the money he had been left.
His life was uneventful in most ways, until one day, not long after his sixteenth birthday, when he was wandering the streets after dark. He had been thrown into an alley and pressed up against the cold brick wall and a sharp knife was pressed to his throat. If it had not have been for an off-duty cop walking past the alley at that very moment, responding to Berweld's cries for help by attacking the mugger, disarming him and making makeshift handcuffs out of a piece of rope off the ground, then he surely would've been mugged and possibly killed.
The mugging was a blessing in a way for Berwald, introducing him to a new side of city life as well as the way to counteract it. The officer who had saved him took him back to the station and - after learning more about the young Swede whose English was good but not great, while his mind was the other way around - agreed to take him under his wing and show him the ropes of law enforcement.
Having never been the fittest of people, Berwald spent much of his time organizing paper work, a true white-collar job. He knew everything there was to know about every case that passed through the system, and he became particularly interested in the Russian Mafia, mostly because it was as close as he could get to relating to his birthplace, and his interest soon became his job. He found himself working through the clues collected by detectives, making his own links and, after closing his first case, he was hired as an essential part of the team.
Berwald's first encounter with Hanatamago was walking home from work to his small cottage. It became a daily occurrence, involving the pair walking home together and sharing whatever small treat the Swede can produce from his kitchen cupboards. During the first winter he experienced since meeting the small dog, Berwald decided to bring Hanatamago into his own, so the small canine didn't freeze in the snow, and he just never got around to telling the dog to leave.
Sample/Character Introduction:
"Seger," It was a small murmur, barely above a whisper and even less audible, it's a wonder even he can hear it. He stared calmly down at the half full cup of espresso in front of him before dropping a coin into it, producing a bottle of vodka from seemingly mid air.
The coffee house he was sitting in was quaint and quiet, the only other other occupants of the small cafe being the barista cleaning coffee cups behind the counter and the small white dog curled up in his lap. It was a late Friday evening and all Berwald wanted to do was drink to the victory he had achieved in court only hours earlier.
The contents of the clear glass bottle were emptied into the coffee cup, until the 'head' of the ten kronor could see him through the cloudy liquid. A moment later, the cup was empty save for the coin still sitting at the bottom of the cup amongst the last dregs of caffeine and alcohol.
He sat in his chair for a moment, enjoying the rhythmic sound of the barista cleaing down the tables and stacking the chairs before he finally stood, tucking the bottle of vodka somewhere in the suit jacket he was wearing, having not changed since finishing court, and stepping out onto the darkening streets, Hanatamago on his heel.
