Post by tonbo on Aug 21, 2010 16:29:23 GMT -5
Name: Tino Väinämöinen
Country/ Code Name: Finland
Age:21
Gender: male
Affiliation: Tailor/freelance inventor (Civil)
Likes: handcrafts, sewing, engineering, animals, children, occasional drinking sessions, salmiakki (a treat from his home country), silent and peaceful moments, night skies,
Dislikes: dishonesty and lies, wastefulness, enormous crowds
Job Skills: While his main profession lies in tailoring, he’s also quite talented with machinery as well. On his free time he likes to both repair old apparatuses and create new ones. Because of his job he can also treat wounds, though he’s no doctor and has to leave severe injuries to professionals.
Personality and short background:
Personality:
Tino is a polite and enthusiastic young man. He’s always open to new ideas and opinions and enjoys talking to people. However, it takes him a while to open up to complete strangers.
He is very fond of children and often takes on a somewhat mother/big brother-like attitude towards them. Because of his kind nature people often find him an easy person to talk to, and Tino is always happy to listen if nothing else.
Despite being frienly and kind, Tino is by now means weak or cowardly. If someone threatens him or his loved ones, he won’t hesitate to test his homemade weaponry on them. He also knows a fair share of curse words, but he tries to limit his use of them to minimum.
Tino’s childhood was somewhat hard; he was forced to take on responsibility and become independent at a young age. Because of this he is rather mature for his age. Still, he knows how to enjoy life and have fun.
Past:
Tino was born and raised in the far north. His parents were farmers like most of the country’s population, but because of the harsh and cold climate they were rather poor. When Tino was 10 years old a great famine struck his home country. During the next couple years, the time known as ”the Great Years of Hunger”, more and more people who could afford it paid themselves on board of passing merchant ships and sought new lives elsewhere. Worried of the future of their beloved only child, Tino’s parents took all their savings and managed to get him a ticket to Londinium where Tino’s uncle lived.
Tino was 13 years old when he moved in with his uncle and at first had problems getting used to his new life. But as he learned the language and gained new friends he slowly started to grow accustomed to it. His uncle was a well-known tailor in the city and he made Tino his apprentice, teaching him everything he knew. It was around this time that Tino discovered his passion for engines as well.
When Tino turned 18, his uncle died of illness, leaving his practice to his nephew. Since then, Tino has been running the place on his own. Though he now calls Londinium home, he hopes that one day he’ll be able to visit his home country again.
Other: He owns a small female dog called Hanatamago he found on the streets a few years back. He mostly calls her ”Hana” though.
RP sample: ”Ouch!” Tino hissed as he jabbed himself with a needle for the umpteenth time that afternoon. He didn’t know why, but he had been sloppier than usual the whole day. He’d even broken one of his dishes in the morning while making breakfast.
With a tired sigh, he moved his hand to his temple to adjust the magnifying device settled there. However, as soon as he made to adjust the lens, the whole thing came of and dropped onto the table with a quiet crack.
Great, he thought to himself as he watched a tiny cogwheel roll over the edge of the table. This definitely isn’t my day.
Tino laid down the garment he was working on and started to gather the pieces of the broken eyewear into his hands. He couldn’t find the gear that had dropped onto the floor anymore but it didn’t really matter; he could get a new one the next time he went shopping. Not that he’d had time to repair the thing any time soon anyway, he had his hands full of work for the next few days.
Something furry suddenly brushed against his legs. Tino looked down at the small dog which stared at him expectantly.
”Oh, Hana. Is it already time for your dinner?” He glanced at the clock on the wall as he started towards the kitchen, careful not to trip on the fur ball running around his legs. Maybe he’d take a short break as well. It was dinner time, after all.
OOC Information
Name:korento
Timezone: GMT +2
Aim/msn/skype/email:
email: rosiel@luukku.com
msn: dragonfly1991@luukku.com
[Sorry it's a bit sucky but I'm tireeed and wanted to get it done quickly so I'll have time to edit if it's totally OOC
