Post by Aleksander Dahlem on Dec 31, 2010 4:45:22 GMT -5
Name: Aleksander Dahlem
Country/ Code Name: Norway
Age: 22 years old
Gender: Male
Affiliation: thief/turned military man
Ship Positions: Navigator and Pilot, respectively. Can fight well in hand to hand combat however, and is a very well trained swordsmen.
What ship would you like to join? The Enterprise
Likes:
Reading - He'll read anything he can get his hands on. Anything. From classics, to spicy romances, to mystery novels, Aleks loves to read. However, mythology is one of his all time favorite subjects, and can spend hours reading up on the Greek and Norse myths.
Walks - He loves taking walks, due to having constantly gone hiking in the mountains with his family as a child. It calms and relaxes him.
Fighting - Aleks has a surprising violent streak and when provoked just enough, will gladly turn to psychical violence.
Warm drinks - Loves warm/hot drinks of all kinds (especially if their sweet), and is willing to try any drink if its steaming.
Brotherhood/family - He finds it to be a very important concept. He adores his little brother and his 'family', deep, deep, deep down. More so his brother actually....
Fishing/swimming - he loves him some fish.... And swimming. The man swims like a fish himself, and will take any chance to dive into the water.
Spirits/the supernatural - Aleks has been able to see various creatures, ghosts, and fairies since he was a small child. On that note; a troll often follows him around, along with a few of his trusted fairy friends.
Cold weather
Setting things on fire, pillaging, causing a ruckus.
Dislikes:
Bitter/Sour things
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. Or he eats the last of their cake. The cake is a lie indeed....
His boss. At times.
Criticism - He does NOT take it well when someone criticizes his actions/beliefs/anything he does. Mostly because Aleks's often confident in his actions WHILST he's doing them, but afterwords, he can't stop reflecting on it.
Socialization - Simply for the sheer fact that HE IS NOT good at it. At all. People tend to make him nervous, and always have...
Being lead around too much, and having too many restrictions.
Being told what to do.
Stupidity - It should be noted that his thoughts/feelings of what accounts as 'stupidity' varies widely.
Job Skills: Aleks is very knowledgeable of the Cyrillic states, some of the American Free States, and a bit of the Heta Empire (though as of late, he's been studying alot of the British isles and the surrounding areas) and strives to constantly get better knowledge of the world. Even though he's a pretty normal pilot, in a pinch he can be fantastic at his job and be brave as anything.
Personality: Aleks is a bit of a spacey man, even though he does seem to give off the impression of being overly serious. He has a constant blank expression on his face, though on the inside his emotions are constantly churning, and he often gets lost in his thoughts and feelings. Aleks isn't attached to much of the outside world, and is only concerned with the people that some how wormed their way into his own little world. But once your in, your in, and you have Aleks' complete and undying loyalty (even if you are a certain crazy ass annoying Dane). Aleks tends to like to tease people and taunt them, even if he does REALLY like them deep, deep, deeeeep down. Aleks has a somewhat violent mind, often droppin' the bomb alot more then he should, if he even talks at all. Yet on the flip side of things, Aleks is anything but gruff on the inside, having a rather maternal and protective side when it comes to 'helpless' people (Roderich, children, etc.). He'll melt inside and basically become putty in their hands....weather they know of this or not is unknown though. Aleks'll often try to annoy people or tease them by messing up their stuff in some way - from damage to the point of no repair or just fucking around in their bedroom and reading their diary aloud in public, to eating the last slice of cake.... He's a bit socially awkward, and even if he wants to make new friends, he simply can't seem to interact with them without feeling horribly self-aware. This tends to lighten up as Aleks becomes comfortable around them, but its still a very hindering feeling for him.
Background:
Aleks grew up the the Norwegian section of the Cyrillic Empire, with a (kindof normal, if not a touch verbally abusive to . . . .everyone) normal family which whom he partially adored and despised. His parents were very wealthy, but neglectful of their two children and often left without a word to either of them, leaving their grandmother in charge. During this time, his grandmother revealed her past of piracy (which was partly how the now legitimate family business had gotten off the ground) and theft. Aleks' grandmother taught him these skills with painful care, and even dragged his little brother into the lessons once he was old enough. Aleks, however, was a star pupil at the art of theft and could pull the wool over anyone's eyes if need be, even if he preferred a direct approach that often got him into trouble.
His grandma often took the boys (and sometimes their parents) out hiking and sailing for days on end, and it was during these trips he noticed certain . . .creatures around him. It was during this time that he discovered that the stories that his grandmother told him of the old Norse epics were mostly real, and their fantastic monsters and creatures roamed the world, blind from most human's eyes. To this day, he even has a troll and several faeries that follow him around and help him whenever they can, though they scuff at the sissy British Fae that they had for company. . .
When his grandmother died when he was fourteen, he left home after a year, having become fed up with his parents constant scolding and bickering with him. He had promised to send for his little brother one day, but he was not sure if he could make that promise within the time his little brother hoped. He ended up fleeing to the American free states first, where he became ingrained in the underground there and gained a new skill: sword-fighting. Granted, after a few bar fights, friend-making, and a case of broken ribs, Aleks improved his swordsmanship greatly. He spent the rest of his teenage life in the American states and a bit in the Russian, Danish, and Swedish bits of the Cyrillic Empire. He compiled a stack of penpals (one of the most constant was his little brother, who, to his knowledge, was going to school and being a prefect little child) throughout this constant moving, and still seems to be a bit popular in his ring of friends, if only for his scathing criticism and unforgettable oddity.
Aleks eventually moved to the Heta Empire's capital, which he seemed to enjoy. The life there was certainly diverse and colorful, and he enjoyed the bar fights that often broke out whenever he popped in. But, due to his constant burglary, he seemed to be gaining infamy within the city, and the police seem to be taking more and more of an interest. Along with this, Aleks has been wondering if the constant moving is worth it or not, and if maybe, just maybe, he should find a proper profession. . . .
Just as long as it wasn't the damn military...
Which, hurrhurr, it ended up being so.
Other:
- He has a percent for picking on others. How severe it is effects how much he likes or dislikes the person.
- He has an oddly violent mind, but seldom acts on the impulses and thoughts he gets.
- Aleks'll often make obsecure references to mythology of any kind, from Greek to Roman to Norse, expect some very weird things to tumble out of his mouth.
- Aleks' voice is rather deep. To say puberty hit him like a bullet train is an understatement.
- He tends to mumble, but he's still intelligible.
- Aleks oh so cleverly named the troll that follows him around Mr.Troll.
- The three faeries that follow Aleks around most of the time are sisters, whom he nicknamed "The Muses''. Their names are Astra, Liv, and Petra. They often act as his very, very nagging and confusing guilds throughout life, and like to be his own little peanut gallery most of the time.
RP sample: Aleksander hadn't expected to be offered a position on a ship so suddenly, let alone to get his own (well kindof, a roommate was mentioned, right?) room and bored. He almost felt lucky, given the circumstances. After all, its not everyday that one gets his skin saved by a totally random stranger after getting into a massive, bloody as all hell in a hand-basket bar fight. And then turned around and offered a well paying, respectable job. That just didn't happen, especially in a place like Londonium, where it was dog-eat-dog.
He shook those thoughts away, blinking hard before settling his last trunk of stuff down infront of the intimidating door that stood infront of him. Aleks had been told that his 'roommate' was already inside, and he heard few shuffling noises outside the door. Aleks gulped before briskly wrapping his knuckles on the door, shuffling his many boxes and trunks to the side. He hoped that the man had no qualms about so much stuff, even if only half of it would be out at one time, or that he wouldn't give him a strange look when he pulled out his Magic Kit. Seriously, you buy /one/ cheapy kit for laughs during a drunk night out and keep it with you because you liked to bath in the rosemary that came with it, and suddenly your a freak.
Aleks snorted at the thought, straightening his coat and making himself seem presentable. After all, he wanted to be on semi-good terms with the man whom he'd be rooming with, as the chance for Aleks to actually socialize with pleasant company without the fear of getting pick-pocketed was rare. That, and Aleks had never really played nice with others, and bad social experience after the other made him shy away from new people. Going out of his way like this, with no one to buffer him and his new roommate, was . . . uncomfortable.
He waited a few moments, raping a little harder on the door this time, flexing gloved hands irritably. Didn't he overhear someone complaining about how ...Rubin, Rolland......Roderich, Roderich! How Roderich was this punctual aristocrat? This wasn't very punctual . . . .Or maybe he was just being pushy again. Mother always did say he was too impatient. He made a sour face, his usually blank face scrunching momentarily n disgust before he smoothed it back over again. No need to think of the old bat now, Alaksander.... he thought, fixing his eyes on concentration, ignoring a hovering Mr.Troll - jeez, he was always so protective, he needed a girltroll or something - and the squealing Muses', who for some reason or another were talking excitedly about the 'good-looking Captain'.
His gaze burned ever more at the door, willing it to open. Open, open, open up for me, now! God, he was getting more nervous by the second. . . .
OOC Information:
Skype: SchnitzelBear
MSN/live E-mail: AoiKitsune@live.com/RussiaRussiaPanda@live/NorgeTheCool@live
Timezone: EST
Name: Schnitzel/Norge/Norrus/Nicky
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