Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 26, 2011 0:58:39 GMT -5
Country of Origin: Sweden
Name: Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 166 lb
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Clubs: Home Economics
Appearance:
(I drew this. >w<;; )
(Only the above image is required. The list below is optional.)
Personality:
A quiet and serious fellow, Sven tends to come across as intimidating to those who don't know him well. Those who take the time to do so discover a kind, brave heart, willing to go above and beyond to make those he cares about happy, no matter the cost to himself. Getting a complaint out of him is like pulling teeth: even if he strongly dislikes what it is he's doing, the worst he'll do is scowl (although the occasional snarky comment does work its way out). He's very fond of animals, especially cats, and shares quite a few mannerisms with them. He is very protective of those he bonds with, and is not afraid to bodily remove any threats, though he does try to be gentle about it; because of all his younger siblings, he is very good at breaking up fights in a quasi-diplomatic fashion, often standing as a neutral third party and making sure everything is fair to everyone involved. A gentleman to the last, he dislikes being rude or mean to women, and highly disapproves of those who don't know how to treat a lady with respect, no matter how unladylike the target female should be.
Likes:
*Working with his hands
*Helping others
*Animals
*Cooking
*Outdoorsy things, esp. hunting
Dislikes:
*His name
*Reading
*Urban areas
*Feeling helpless
*Spiders
Strengths:
Crafts: Sven enjoys doing things with his hands, and is just as good with an embroidery needle as he is with a hammer.
Intimidation: He has a rather unsettling demeanor at first glance, and is very aware of it; he also has the ability to use it should he need to. However, he doesn't particularly enjoy having to.
Swordsmanship: Proudly descended from the Vikings of old, Sven practices daily with melee weapons, having a preference for the longsword and also possessing skills with the spear and bow.
Hunting Skill: As large as he is, Sven is able to move almost silently thanks to his favourite outdoors hobby: hunting. This also lends him patience, physical endurance, and somewhat heightened senses.
Diplomacy: Sven has an appreciation for peace, and is unafraid to step in and help mediate conflicts should he feel the need.
Weaknesses:
Communication: As much as he enjoys the company of other people, Sven has a difficult time interacting with them, in no small part because of his stature and stern expression. He keeps his voice low in hopes that it won't add to the problem, but this only serves to make him nearly unintelligible.
Academics: Sven's way with words (or lack thereof) doesn't only interfere with personal relationships, but with his studies as well. He is intelligent, but doesn't learn as well from words on a page as he does from listening and applying whatever he's being taught at the time.
Arachnophobia: As big and strong as Sven is, he will turn into a quivering blob of oh god no if he sees anything with eight legs that's bigger than a penny, and universe forbid one should get on him.
Stubbornness: Sven has a difficult time acknowledging his limits, especially when it comes to doing something another has asked him to do, and once he's set himself to a task will wear himself out completing it.
History:
Berwald was born and raised on a small farm in the countryside, the eldest of five siblings. Their family preferred the simple life to the hustle and bustle of the big cities, living off the land as much as they could and getting by with what they couldn't through selling or trading what they grew and hunted to markets and other shops in the area. They didn't have much, but on a whole they were happy and lived a comfortable, slow, old-fashioned life.
However, they grew increasingly aware that such a life was not the way the world on a whole operated, and as such Berwald's parents decided that, as the eldest, he should be the one to attend school outside of their small-town community. At first, things did not go well for the young farmer, who was frequently taunted by other children for his quiet nature and his stature, always being the tallest in the class. Their favourite jeer was toying with his name, since most of the bullies were too afraid to get close enough to physically take him on. It was this teasing that led him to begin introducing himself as “Sven” – young man – a nice, safe, generic name that wouldn't get made fun of. For the most part, it worked, and Berwald's primary and middle school passed close to home with little incident afterward.
It was when high school rolled around that his parents decided to send him even further away. His mother, always having felt a deep closeness with the old gods of the north, had a foreboding dream telling of a disaster that befell the world originating from a building bearing a winged crest; the only thing that had ceased the destruction was a group of children, her eldest boy among them. Convinced the gods had sent her a message, and against her husband's protests, she scrounged enough to send Berwald one-way to the place she knew he would be needed: World W Academy.
Weapon: Viking longsword
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 3-Expert
~Courage: 4-Daring
~Diligence: 5-Rock Solid
~Expression: 1-Rough
~Understanding: 4-Motherly
Persona:
~Name: Tyr
~Arcana: Strength
(I didn't draw this one. I got it out of a book of gods. :'D)
A son of Odin, Tyr is the god of courage and self-sacrifice. He was the only one willing to raise the monster wolf Fenrir in spite of the knowledge that Fenrir would one day battle the gods at Ragnarok. When the gods tried to bind Fenrir with a magic chain, Tyr put his right hand in the wolf's mouth as a gesture of trust, and when that trust was betrayed, Fenrir bit off Tyr's hand in revenge.
~Drain:
~Weak: Fire
~Null: Ice
~Resist:
~Skills:
Deathbound: Inflicts a large amount of Slash damage with high odds of Critical to all enemies.
Tempest Slash: Hits 1-2 times for a large amount of Slash damage to one enemy.
Re Patra: Recover from Down status. 1 ally
Power Charge: The next Slash, Strike, Pierce, or Almighty physical attack will be 2.5 times greater in power. Self
Endure: Survive being knocked Unconscious once per battle with 1 HP remaining.
Unshaken Will: Become immune to all status ailments except poison.
Roleplay Sample: [Just 2-3 paragraphs. Any universe is fine.]
Did you read the rules...? Awesome, Chicks, and Pancakes. Twenty-three is number one. <3
Name: Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 166 lb
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Clubs: Home Economics
Appearance:
(I drew this. >w<;; )
(Only the above image is required. The list below is optional.)
Personality:
A quiet and serious fellow, Sven tends to come across as intimidating to those who don't know him well. Those who take the time to do so discover a kind, brave heart, willing to go above and beyond to make those he cares about happy, no matter the cost to himself. Getting a complaint out of him is like pulling teeth: even if he strongly dislikes what it is he's doing, the worst he'll do is scowl (although the occasional snarky comment does work its way out). He's very fond of animals, especially cats, and shares quite a few mannerisms with them. He is very protective of those he bonds with, and is not afraid to bodily remove any threats, though he does try to be gentle about it; because of all his younger siblings, he is very good at breaking up fights in a quasi-diplomatic fashion, often standing as a neutral third party and making sure everything is fair to everyone involved. A gentleman to the last, he dislikes being rude or mean to women, and highly disapproves of those who don't know how to treat a lady with respect, no matter how unladylike the target female should be.
Likes:
*Working with his hands
*Helping others
*Animals
*Cooking
*Outdoorsy things, esp. hunting
Dislikes:
*His name
*Reading
*Urban areas
*Feeling helpless
*Spiders
Strengths:
Crafts: Sven enjoys doing things with his hands, and is just as good with an embroidery needle as he is with a hammer.
Intimidation: He has a rather unsettling demeanor at first glance, and is very aware of it; he also has the ability to use it should he need to. However, he doesn't particularly enjoy having to.
Swordsmanship: Proudly descended from the Vikings of old, Sven practices daily with melee weapons, having a preference for the longsword and also possessing skills with the spear and bow.
Hunting Skill: As large as he is, Sven is able to move almost silently thanks to his favourite outdoors hobby: hunting. This also lends him patience, physical endurance, and somewhat heightened senses.
Diplomacy: Sven has an appreciation for peace, and is unafraid to step in and help mediate conflicts should he feel the need.
Weaknesses:
Communication: As much as he enjoys the company of other people, Sven has a difficult time interacting with them, in no small part because of his stature and stern expression. He keeps his voice low in hopes that it won't add to the problem, but this only serves to make him nearly unintelligible.
Academics: Sven's way with words (or lack thereof) doesn't only interfere with personal relationships, but with his studies as well. He is intelligent, but doesn't learn as well from words on a page as he does from listening and applying whatever he's being taught at the time.
Arachnophobia: As big and strong as Sven is, he will turn into a quivering blob of oh god no if he sees anything with eight legs that's bigger than a penny, and universe forbid one should get on him.
Stubbornness: Sven has a difficult time acknowledging his limits, especially when it comes to doing something another has asked him to do, and once he's set himself to a task will wear himself out completing it.
History:
Berwald was born and raised on a small farm in the countryside, the eldest of five siblings. Their family preferred the simple life to the hustle and bustle of the big cities, living off the land as much as they could and getting by with what they couldn't through selling or trading what they grew and hunted to markets and other shops in the area. They didn't have much, but on a whole they were happy and lived a comfortable, slow, old-fashioned life.
However, they grew increasingly aware that such a life was not the way the world on a whole operated, and as such Berwald's parents decided that, as the eldest, he should be the one to attend school outside of their small-town community. At first, things did not go well for the young farmer, who was frequently taunted by other children for his quiet nature and his stature, always being the tallest in the class. Their favourite jeer was toying with his name, since most of the bullies were too afraid to get close enough to physically take him on. It was this teasing that led him to begin introducing himself as “Sven” – young man – a nice, safe, generic name that wouldn't get made fun of. For the most part, it worked, and Berwald's primary and middle school passed close to home with little incident afterward.
It was when high school rolled around that his parents decided to send him even further away. His mother, always having felt a deep closeness with the old gods of the north, had a foreboding dream telling of a disaster that befell the world originating from a building bearing a winged crest; the only thing that had ceased the destruction was a group of children, her eldest boy among them. Convinced the gods had sent her a message, and against her husband's protests, she scrounged enough to send Berwald one-way to the place she knew he would be needed: World W Academy.
Weapon: Viking longsword
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 3-Expert
~Courage: 4-Daring
~Diligence: 5-Rock Solid
~Expression: 1-Rough
~Understanding: 4-Motherly
Persona:
~Name: Tyr
~Arcana: Strength
(I didn't draw this one. I got it out of a book of gods. :'D)
A son of Odin, Tyr is the god of courage and self-sacrifice. He was the only one willing to raise the monster wolf Fenrir in spite of the knowledge that Fenrir would one day battle the gods at Ragnarok. When the gods tried to bind Fenrir with a magic chain, Tyr put his right hand in the wolf's mouth as a gesture of trust, and when that trust was betrayed, Fenrir bit off Tyr's hand in revenge.
~Drain:
~Weak: Fire
~Null: Ice
~Resist:
~Skills:
Deathbound: Inflicts a large amount of Slash damage with high odds of Critical to all enemies.
Tempest Slash: Hits 1-2 times for a large amount of Slash damage to one enemy.
Re Patra: Recover from Down status. 1 ally
Power Charge: The next Slash, Strike, Pierce, or Almighty physical attack will be 2.5 times greater in power. Self
Endure: Survive being knocked Unconscious once per battle with 1 HP remaining.
Unshaken Will: Become immune to all status ailments except poison.
Roleplay Sample: [Just 2-3 paragraphs. Any universe is fine.]
Berwald sighed a little, picking up the toys his younger siblings had discarded upon going to bed. He couldn't sleep, even though he probably should be, but he was too...excited? Nervous? He wasn't sure, but it wasn't calm.
For the first time ever, he'd be truly leaving home. Going to a faraway city, no less. Living with strangers.
Should he be excited? Or should he be scared?
He was all packed (even his favourite sword -- wouldn't do to fall out of practice) so that wouldn't help him. Instead, he cleaned, even though the house was already almost spotless, just to keep himself busy. No one else was awake at this time of night to worry over him, nor to ask him to qualify his feelings on the matter of his going away.
He sat, once everything was done, hearing the patter of the rain on the roof and windows, wondering if he would get to hear it in the dormitories. Even if he could, though, it wouldn't be the same as home. The thought hurt him more than a little. He wouldn't see his family again for months, maybe even years. They were only farmers; they didn't have much. Who knew when he'd get to visit? Who knew how big his brothers and sisters would be the next time he saw them?
At a loss, Berwald lay down on the couch, tears carrying him to a short and fitful sleep.
For the first time ever, he'd be truly leaving home. Going to a faraway city, no less. Living with strangers.
Should he be excited? Or should he be scared?
He was all packed (even his favourite sword -- wouldn't do to fall out of practice) so that wouldn't help him. Instead, he cleaned, even though the house was already almost spotless, just to keep himself busy. No one else was awake at this time of night to worry over him, nor to ask him to qualify his feelings on the matter of his going away.
He sat, once everything was done, hearing the patter of the rain on the roof and windows, wondering if he would get to hear it in the dormitories. Even if he could, though, it wouldn't be the same as home. The thought hurt him more than a little. He wouldn't see his family again for months, maybe even years. They were only farmers; they didn't have much. Who knew when he'd get to visit? Who knew how big his brothers and sisters would be the next time he saw them?
At a loss, Berwald lay down on the couch, tears carrying him to a short and fitful sleep.
Did you read the rules...? Awesome, Chicks, and Pancakes. Twenty-three is number one. <3
