Post by Iggy on Sept 26, 2010 19:12:58 GMT -5
Note: Due to Norway being fairly ambiguous I took some liberties but ultimately tried to stick as IC as possible, and since he has no human name to speak of. I looked up Norwegian names an based it off that.
((P.s. @iceland - I've read your own character bio (I only thought of checking your page after I typed my own up, so yeah ;_;), I'm not entirely sure what works for you at the moment, but I'm willing to change mine for your characters own established story (which I like very much, its very Iceland). Though I think both of our backgrounds would work well together since they both ride relatively in the same vein. I guess talk to me more about it on skype/msn (as listed below, if you'd like) and I can edit accordingly?))
Name: Aleksander Dahlem
Country/ Code Name: Norway
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Pirate/thief
Ship Positions: Navigator and Pilot, respectively.
What ship would you like to join? The Old Fritz
Likes:
Reading - Whenever he isn't being preoccupied with various maps or the rowdy people he seems to attract, Aleks likes to sit back with a nice mystery novel, though as he gets older he's starting to read Epics and other classic literature. Or - god forbid anyone if found out - a romance novel, the tastefulness varies widely.
Walks - He loves taking walks in just about any terrian and finds them calming, though he does like to wonder a bit too often without telling anyone.
Fighting - Aleks has a surprising violent streak and when provoked just enough (i.e. stupid people are around and are putting their attention toward him) will turn to psychical harm. He also often plays dirty, and its what makes him into such a good pirate.
Warm drinks - Loves warm/hot drinks of all kinds, and is willing to try any drink if its steaming. This stems from the cold winters he endured as a child.
Brotherhood/family - He finds it to be a very sacred thing.
Fishing/swimming
Spirits/the supernatural - he's been able to see a verity of creatures since he was little, but mostly keeps quite about them and they don't bug him much, even if he is fascinated with him.
Cold weather.
Setting things on fire
Dislikes:
Sweets - He detests overly sweet things with a passion, the only exception would be drinks like hot chocolate.
Rowdy/Obnoxious people - He doesn't really hate them personally, but he finds the way they act in public silly. If they happen to bug him enough though they do tend to be on the receiving end of his wrath.
His bosses. At times.
Being lead around too much, and having too many restrictions.
Being told what to do.
Stupidity.
Job Skills: Aleks is very knowledgeable of the Cyrillic states, some of the American Free States, and a bit of the Heta Empire, and strives to constantly get better knowledge so he can travel the world. Even though he's a pretty normal pilot, in a pinch he can maneuver out of the way of immediate danger/run away really damn fast. Its not that he's lazy, he just knows when to work overtime and when to....choose Not to. He also has a knack for breaking codes and locks, and carries around a pocket sized kit for this purpose.
Personality and short background:
Aleks is a melancholic man who belives deeply in spiritual life (he tends to dabble in occult and otherhere and there, but nothing serious) and loves adventure. He's quite the mysterious and stotic man, however. He says few things, preferring his actions to speak for him, but this often causes his temper to become inflamed. His anger is the brand of 'Its not that he's particularly angry, the stupid people just annoy him' kind. He has a surprising maternal side. Aleks also takes pride in his deadpan snark and gets deeply offended when people don't take notice of his clever insults, even if they are boozed out of their minds. He prefers not to use guns, but is quite handy with swords and knives, or just about anything he can use as a stand in weapon. He can't fix anything even if his life depended on it though, even if he likes to watch people fix things. Weather its land or air, city or the-middle-of-nowhere he loves adventure as a whole, he's been thinking about actually making close friends though, Aleks got kinda lonely without his brother for so long...
Aleks grew up in a middle class family in the Cyrillic States. Though mostly being ignored by his overly materialistic parents, he was raised primarily by his grandmother for a majority of his life. He was a calm boy who didn't really express a lot of his feelings. He had no real ambitions for the future, only caring for his grandmother and younger brother, whom he loved and cared for deeply. His grandmother was a skilled navigator in her time and she had taught her craft to him and his younger brother, teaching them various detailed maps of the Cyrillic States and beyond and fostering in both of them a love of adventure and the world. She was a deadpan kindof woman, which was carried onto Aleks.
When he was fifteen or so, his parents (after suffering from pay cuts and going through tremendous finical stress, tipping into poverty) kicked him out due to bad grades, saying, "if you don't shape up, you won't be welcome!" He had been treated harshly beforehand when protesting that his fragile grandmother and his brother (then only eleven) get a job so he expected them to try to scare him into behaving. So he didn't come home after that, he simply walked out of house that day and didn't look back. It pained him to leave his grandma and brother, but he decided that he needed to do things on his own.
So he got a fake passport from a friend, got on a boat to the American Free States, and compulsively jumped around there for a while. Often looting and sitting fire to various establishments for fun and profit. It lead him into a shady crowed, though he didn't get to know many people personally, finding the majority distasteful he distanced himself. He made several friends in the Free States however, despite his melancholic behavior. Which, admittedly, coupled with his easy comebacks and wit, sometimes earned him a lot of fights he really didn't pick and gained experience through these, turning into a skilled street fighter in time. Though not without his fair share of bloody noses and broken appendages, and numerous jail sentences for the times he ha gotten caught and arrested, which wasn't a lot, he managed to slip away unnoticed a lot. He even found a girl he grew found of in the northern American colonies, though he was too shy to court her. She was very exotic to him - he had never seen such dark skin until he went to the Americas - which was part of the allure. He still writes to her routinely, but feels like he shouldn't, since her family might marry her off soon anyways.
He received a letter from the mail one day from a friend, notifying him that his grandmother had passed away, his brother was shipped off somewhere, and his parents disowned him. He didn't care about being disowned, and he grieved heavily for his dearly departed gran, but now he only cared about his brother, whom he didn't know where to start looking for. He panicked, but decided that his brother would know where he was, both knowing this particular friend well and knowing they could get information through him. He'd find him whenever need be. Which he secretly hoped was soon.
Aleks decided he needed a change of pace, and shortly after moved to the Heta Empire, specially Londinium, where he picked up his usual habits until various pirate crews came after him, embarrassed or enraged by the bar fights that had gone badly. Some demanded he join their crew (others just wanted to see his dead ass in an ally), which he did, refining his navigation skills and learning how to man a gun, but enjoys setting things on fire more. He 'quit' shortly after, however, and has been looking for a crew to permanently stay with . . .
RP sample:
Aleks sighed heavily as he walked the crowded streets of Londinium, dodging stuffy businessmen and mothers dealing with their squeeling bratlings. He fingered the new book in his hands, rejoicing in the fact that he had found what looked like would be a good mystery novel, He cracked his less-then-a-millimeter-wide smile that meant he was indeed quite happy with his new find. He made his way to his favorite pub, taking a seat near the fire so he could rest from the winter air outside. He enjoyed this place far better then he did the Free States, it was so much more lively, less regulated.
Aleks could defiantly get away with more here then other places, even if people were stricter with their locks at night (which made his 'job' harder), but, so was life, give some take some he supposed. The people were definitely of a much more colorful variety, with pirates, airmen, and civilians all eating and drinking at the same pub or bar (relatively) peacefully. Aleks watched two men talk and bicker loudly at the bar, making complete bastards of themselves and stumbling over a chair or two on their way out. He sighed in relief as they left however, since those particular buffoons and threatened to gut him the other night when he had tripped one of them up after they had made more-then-rude catcalls at the new waitress, who looked like she'd die from shame.
"Stupid bastards . . ." He muttered under his breath, taking a deep sigh as the pub quieted down again.
He settled into his book, blinking hard at the content. The main character was looking for his long lost brother in a far off land. A simple, but heartwarming premise that touched his heart a tad. As he read on, he was reminded again of the heartache of being separated from his little brother, and not even knowing where he was! He swallowed, plowing through almost two before he realized it was time to go, already night fall even.
He readjusted his scarf, and trucked back into the cold, smiling at the familiar air. He moved toward his target, a small time, airhead grocers shop on a busy corner who often left his door unlocked. He waited until he was sure the man had left for the night, just across the street from him, he stared down the man until he had completely gone down the block. He moved then, no one noticing him slip into the shop and quietly, oh so quietly sneak through the place, looking to where the man's money box was. Ah, there, in a fake cubby just beneath the front counter. He stifled a chuckle at the pathetic looking lock on it, a simple four coded one chain lock at that!
He took out his metal cutters (not even needing his actual 'kit', easily slicing through the metal, he opened up the box, finding the all the weeks worth of money the man had gotten. It wasn't much compared to what Aleks would've gotten at a big time shop, but this was low profile, less risky, and he would be able to live off that for a week or so, just to keep himself afloat. He didn't take time to gloat however, and put the box back in its place, stuffed the money in his coat pockets and slipping out of the store unnoticed. After safely getting away from the place Aleks thanked god that he didn't get caught this time, like last week almost getting arrested for stealing some fat old lady's diamond. Which was a shame, because now he couldn't sell it in fear it'd be traced back to him. Oh well, he cool give it to a charity, or a friend if they ever found someone to marry. . . .
He approved of that, nodding to himself as he made his way to his small apartment. Aleks stared down at his bare one room square of a home, frowning. He blinked at the emptiness of it, he felt like there should be .....something Else. He regretted moving out of his slightly larger abode when he had first arrived at Lodinium and onto that damned pirate ship, atleast his old place had wallpaper. He frowned, maybe he should try to find a ship to work on . . . he did enjoy piracy a lot more then common grocery store theft, that was for sure. The thrill was great, Aleks loved the feeling of accomplishment piloting and navigating gave him, and most of all he loved the fact that he was never lonely, even if some of the crew were assholes and he couldn't stand the majority. He tilted his head, maybe it was just a matter of finding the right kindof crew . . .the right kind of captain.
"Well I better start looking then . . ." He muttered to the window.
OOC Information:
Skype: SchnitzelBear
MSN/live E-mail: AoiKitsune@live.com
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time
Name: Schnitzel/Russia/Germany/Iggy (I have lots of screenames >_>;)
((P.s. @iceland - I've read your own character bio (I only thought of checking your page after I typed my own up, so yeah ;_;), I'm not entirely sure what works for you at the moment, but I'm willing to change mine for your characters own established story (which I like very much, its very Iceland). Though I think both of our backgrounds would work well together since they both ride relatively in the same vein. I guess talk to me more about it on skype/msn (as listed below, if you'd like) and I can edit accordingly?))
Name: Aleksander Dahlem
Country/ Code Name: Norway
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Pirate/thief
Ship Positions: Navigator and Pilot, respectively.
What ship would you like to join? The Old Fritz
Likes:
Reading - Whenever he isn't being preoccupied with various maps or the rowdy people he seems to attract, Aleks likes to sit back with a nice mystery novel, though as he gets older he's starting to read Epics and other classic literature. Or - god forbid anyone if found out - a romance novel, the tastefulness varies widely.
Walks - He loves taking walks in just about any terrian and finds them calming, though he does like to wonder a bit too often without telling anyone.
Fighting - Aleks has a surprising violent streak and when provoked just enough (i.e. stupid people are around and are putting their attention toward him) will turn to psychical harm. He also often plays dirty, and its what makes him into such a good pirate.
Warm drinks - Loves warm/hot drinks of all kinds, and is willing to try any drink if its steaming. This stems from the cold winters he endured as a child.
Brotherhood/family - He finds it to be a very sacred thing.
Fishing/swimming
Spirits/the supernatural - he's been able to see a verity of creatures since he was little, but mostly keeps quite about them and they don't bug him much, even if he is fascinated with him.
Cold weather.
Setting things on fire
Dislikes:
Sweets - He detests overly sweet things with a passion, the only exception would be drinks like hot chocolate.
Rowdy/Obnoxious people - He doesn't really hate them personally, but he finds the way they act in public silly. If they happen to bug him enough though they do tend to be on the receiving end of his wrath.
His bosses. At times.
Being lead around too much, and having too many restrictions.
Being told what to do.
Stupidity.
Job Skills: Aleks is very knowledgeable of the Cyrillic states, some of the American Free States, and a bit of the Heta Empire, and strives to constantly get better knowledge so he can travel the world. Even though he's a pretty normal pilot, in a pinch he can maneuver out of the way of immediate danger/run away really damn fast. Its not that he's lazy, he just knows when to work overtime and when to....choose Not to. He also has a knack for breaking codes and locks, and carries around a pocket sized kit for this purpose.
Personality and short background:
Aleks is a melancholic man who belives deeply in spiritual life (he tends to dabble in occult and otherhere and there, but nothing serious) and loves adventure. He's quite the mysterious and stotic man, however. He says few things, preferring his actions to speak for him, but this often causes his temper to become inflamed. His anger is the brand of 'Its not that he's particularly angry, the stupid people just annoy him' kind. He has a surprising maternal side. Aleks also takes pride in his deadpan snark and gets deeply offended when people don't take notice of his clever insults, even if they are boozed out of their minds. He prefers not to use guns, but is quite handy with swords and knives, or just about anything he can use as a stand in weapon. He can't fix anything even if his life depended on it though, even if he likes to watch people fix things. Weather its land or air, city or the-middle-of-nowhere he loves adventure as a whole, he's been thinking about actually making close friends though, Aleks got kinda lonely without his brother for so long...
Aleks grew up in a middle class family in the Cyrillic States. Though mostly being ignored by his overly materialistic parents, he was raised primarily by his grandmother for a majority of his life. He was a calm boy who didn't really express a lot of his feelings. He had no real ambitions for the future, only caring for his grandmother and younger brother, whom he loved and cared for deeply. His grandmother was a skilled navigator in her time and she had taught her craft to him and his younger brother, teaching them various detailed maps of the Cyrillic States and beyond and fostering in both of them a love of adventure and the world. She was a deadpan kindof woman, which was carried onto Aleks.
When he was fifteen or so, his parents (after suffering from pay cuts and going through tremendous finical stress, tipping into poverty) kicked him out due to bad grades, saying, "if you don't shape up, you won't be welcome!" He had been treated harshly beforehand when protesting that his fragile grandmother and his brother (then only eleven) get a job so he expected them to try to scare him into behaving. So he didn't come home after that, he simply walked out of house that day and didn't look back. It pained him to leave his grandma and brother, but he decided that he needed to do things on his own.
So he got a fake passport from a friend, got on a boat to the American Free States, and compulsively jumped around there for a while. Often looting and sitting fire to various establishments for fun and profit. It lead him into a shady crowed, though he didn't get to know many people personally, finding the majority distasteful he distanced himself. He made several friends in the Free States however, despite his melancholic behavior. Which, admittedly, coupled with his easy comebacks and wit, sometimes earned him a lot of fights he really didn't pick and gained experience through these, turning into a skilled street fighter in time. Though not without his fair share of bloody noses and broken appendages, and numerous jail sentences for the times he ha gotten caught and arrested, which wasn't a lot, he managed to slip away unnoticed a lot. He even found a girl he grew found of in the northern American colonies, though he was too shy to court her. She was very exotic to him - he had never seen such dark skin until he went to the Americas - which was part of the allure. He still writes to her routinely, but feels like he shouldn't, since her family might marry her off soon anyways.
He received a letter from the mail one day from a friend, notifying him that his grandmother had passed away, his brother was shipped off somewhere, and his parents disowned him. He didn't care about being disowned, and he grieved heavily for his dearly departed gran, but now he only cared about his brother, whom he didn't know where to start looking for. He panicked, but decided that his brother would know where he was, both knowing this particular friend well and knowing they could get information through him. He'd find him whenever need be. Which he secretly hoped was soon.
Aleks decided he needed a change of pace, and shortly after moved to the Heta Empire, specially Londinium, where he picked up his usual habits until various pirate crews came after him, embarrassed or enraged by the bar fights that had gone badly. Some demanded he join their crew (others just wanted to see his dead ass in an ally), which he did, refining his navigation skills and learning how to man a gun, but enjoys setting things on fire more. He 'quit' shortly after, however, and has been looking for a crew to permanently stay with . . .
RP sample:
Aleks sighed heavily as he walked the crowded streets of Londinium, dodging stuffy businessmen and mothers dealing with their squeeling bratlings. He fingered the new book in his hands, rejoicing in the fact that he had found what looked like would be a good mystery novel, He cracked his less-then-a-millimeter-wide smile that meant he was indeed quite happy with his new find. He made his way to his favorite pub, taking a seat near the fire so he could rest from the winter air outside. He enjoyed this place far better then he did the Free States, it was so much more lively, less regulated.
Aleks could defiantly get away with more here then other places, even if people were stricter with their locks at night (which made his 'job' harder), but, so was life, give some take some he supposed. The people were definitely of a much more colorful variety, with pirates, airmen, and civilians all eating and drinking at the same pub or bar (relatively) peacefully. Aleks watched two men talk and bicker loudly at the bar, making complete bastards of themselves and stumbling over a chair or two on their way out. He sighed in relief as they left however, since those particular buffoons and threatened to gut him the other night when he had tripped one of them up after they had made more-then-rude catcalls at the new waitress, who looked like she'd die from shame.
"Stupid bastards . . ." He muttered under his breath, taking a deep sigh as the pub quieted down again.
He settled into his book, blinking hard at the content. The main character was looking for his long lost brother in a far off land. A simple, but heartwarming premise that touched his heart a tad. As he read on, he was reminded again of the heartache of being separated from his little brother, and not even knowing where he was! He swallowed, plowing through almost two before he realized it was time to go, already night fall even.
He readjusted his scarf, and trucked back into the cold, smiling at the familiar air. He moved toward his target, a small time, airhead grocers shop on a busy corner who often left his door unlocked. He waited until he was sure the man had left for the night, just across the street from him, he stared down the man until he had completely gone down the block. He moved then, no one noticing him slip into the shop and quietly, oh so quietly sneak through the place, looking to where the man's money box was. Ah, there, in a fake cubby just beneath the front counter. He stifled a chuckle at the pathetic looking lock on it, a simple four coded one chain lock at that!
He took out his metal cutters (not even needing his actual 'kit', easily slicing through the metal, he opened up the box, finding the all the weeks worth of money the man had gotten. It wasn't much compared to what Aleks would've gotten at a big time shop, but this was low profile, less risky, and he would be able to live off that for a week or so, just to keep himself afloat. He didn't take time to gloat however, and put the box back in its place, stuffed the money in his coat pockets and slipping out of the store unnoticed. After safely getting away from the place Aleks thanked god that he didn't get caught this time, like last week almost getting arrested for stealing some fat old lady's diamond. Which was a shame, because now he couldn't sell it in fear it'd be traced back to him. Oh well, he cool give it to a charity, or a friend if they ever found someone to marry. . . .
He approved of that, nodding to himself as he made his way to his small apartment. Aleks stared down at his bare one room square of a home, frowning. He blinked at the emptiness of it, he felt like there should be .....something Else. He regretted moving out of his slightly larger abode when he had first arrived at Lodinium and onto that damned pirate ship, atleast his old place had wallpaper. He frowned, maybe he should try to find a ship to work on . . . he did enjoy piracy a lot more then common grocery store theft, that was for sure. The thrill was great, Aleks loved the feeling of accomplishment piloting and navigating gave him, and most of all he loved the fact that he was never lonely, even if some of the crew were assholes and he couldn't stand the majority. He tilted his head, maybe it was just a matter of finding the right kindof crew . . .the right kind of captain.
"Well I better start looking then . . ." He muttered to the window.
OOC Information:
Skype: SchnitzelBear
MSN/live E-mail: AoiKitsune@live.com
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time
Name: Schnitzel/Russia/Germany/Iggy (I have lots of screenames >_>;)
