Post by BALDUR ASGRIM on Sept 5, 2011 12:09:25 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
BALDUR ASGRIM*
Baldur is very tall with broad shoulders, big hands, muscular chest, athletic legs and large feet. He has thick dark hair, fair skin and grey eyes with characteristic green sparkle. His dark eyebrows points the focus on his eyes which you will notice are grey surrounded by a small green colour – it makes them a bit hazel, but not quite. They are often cold to look directly into. Not because Baldur is a cold person, but he does not express his feelings very often. They are never smiling. They are rather sad than happy. If you are lucky to see them smile, it is a genuine and a deserved one; otherwise they look either deep in thought, cold and distant. Baldur’s face round to look at and bearded. He has a straight large nose and a small pouting mouth with well-formed lips. His cheekbones are high and give him a Nordic look. His sharp chin forms a dimple and overshadows his strong and muscular neck. Baldur is not really considered big. He is a tall man, but he is far away from being one of the tallest. His body forms a tall shape with long arms, legs and fingers. His skin is very pale, however it darkens quickly in the summer, and does not suffer from severe sunburn like you would expect. His chest is filled with scratches and so are his arms. His hands are rough and have burn marks from his work with dragons. Baldur’s clothes are very practical. They are wind resistant and are very well chosen weather wise. He is from Bree-land and has therefore a weakness for woollen sweaters with different patterns (not judgmental or generalising towards any Europeans at all). Considering that he works with sword fighting, the man’s clothes need to be like armour as well, and what better is to hits and is more comfortable than leather? So if he can get it, and if he can afford it, the man wears clothes made of leather. But since they are very expensive and are mostly used by people who have the same profession as him, he does not use those kind of clothes outside. He likes to wear it though. Everything that is big and comfortable for him to move around in, is just perfect. During summer time he wears tunics held together by a belt around the waist. A little medieval, but also very practical. In that belt he has a special lasso for thieves and bandits who are trying to run away from him (one that is completely useless so far), his sword and a small dagger. The biggest characteristic about his spare time clothes is the fur around his shoulders when it is chilly. He has many cloaks looking like that.
Baldur is a winter child. That is what his parents call him. He has experienced the hardest winter Bree-land had in many years. Even though he had only been one year old at that time, they tend to say that he is a real winter kid because he had seen how hard the winters can get in the north. As a contrast, his sister is a summer child. She was born in the long-summer and has not yet seen a harsh winter. As she is good at any sports you can do during the summer (ironic, don’t you think?), Baldur is very fond of winter sports. He enjoys skiing most of all, and often dislikes too much warmth. His favourite time of the year is winter, and every summer he is looking forward to when the trees turn red and the sky darkens.
Baldur is considered very brave among his colleagues. Not only because he has a very dangerous profession, but also he does not hesitate with applying for the dangerous tasks his boss wants them to do in the town. He often enjoys the adrenaline rush he gets from hunting criminals who are trying to escape Bree or aggressive Orcs. Secretly, the man has learned to be brave because of the glory that comes afterwards. He loves to be the centre of the attention and what he enjoys the most, is to be admired by everyone.
Another big flaw of Baldur’s is that he has a very weird relationship to most women. Even his sister. He cannot seem to find himself a girlfriend. He has had a few flings of course and a couple of longer relationships, but he had never been able to settle down with one woman. You cannot particularly call him a ladies’ man. Nor does he know how to flirt. He just loves his job and fights way more than he loves women, and most girls get offended by that. They don’t want to get beaten by a job. The only woman who Baldur seems to be able to keep close to him, is his sister. Actually, he seems rather cruel to her because of his intimidating personality. He patronizes her a lot, and he often feels that he needs to guide her (because he is very naïve) despite her 24 years. He had always been the older brother who had taken care of his sister.
Another flaw he has, is his big temper. He is just as fiery as the volcanoes of the east, and his temper fits to a young male dragon. He is very hot headed, and is easily angered. Just a small correction he does not expect, or a small word that does not sit well with him can make his eyes “glow” and his glare almost pierce through flesh. He tends to yell a lot at people when he gets angry, and it is not a rare thing for him to get into fights. It if funny though, because he does not appear as a violent man when you meet him at first. Actually he seems rather peaceful and shy, but behind that façade hides a fireball.
Baldur likes to be the centre of attention, and he likes to be the one to take decisions. He enjoys being the leader of every situation, and even though he does not talk much when he meets new people; he still tries to be the one to be mostly in control. He wants people to follow him and his point of view at things. He hates being wrong and he hates discussions. He hates losing in games and is often very competitive. He wants to be best at everything, though it is very rare that someone is that. Losing a game is for example what can make his temper heat up.
The fiery temper the young man has, also makes him very impatient. He does not like to wait on things, and most of the times he wants to act here and now. Sometimes his actions become irrational because he does not think them through. Luckily there has been some times where a few of his small group of friends had stopped him before he could do anything else. The young man seems to live in his own dream world where he is the leader. He seems rather shy and distant to people who meet him for the first time, and it usually takes a few hours for him to relax in front of new people. Not because he dislikes meeting them. He just tends to get bored easily and needs a reason to find their company interesting.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is dan. i also play no one so far. i happen to be male and i've blown out twenty-six candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just pm me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be human and he/she hails from bree. My final last words are edited by admin!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
His grey eyes looked up at his mother and sister who were sitting in front of the fireplace. The light reflected in both of their silvery blond hair as the older woman was combing through the locks of the younger one. She was sitting on the floor while her long hair was spread on the lap of her mother who was sitting behind her and slowly moving the comb through it as she gently tilted her head – watching her fingers work.
Baldur was sitting on the floor as well at one of the many fur blankets they had lying. His shoulders were covered in fur as well and on his lap was lying a heavy book about dragons. He was reading, but kept on being interrupted by the howling wind outside and the gentle hammer from the snowflakes that hit the window. It was winter now – mid winter. Right after his birthday, and it did not seem to want to leave. Their father was outside getting more firewood and when he opened the heavy wooden door to their small house, he stepped in as a snowman – covered in white snow from top to toe. Hew just needed a carrot as a nose then he would be complete. Though Baldur thought that his red nose did a good job already.
In an arm chair that usually was their father’s place, was sitting an old woman. She had the looks of Baldur and his father. Only her white hair was reflecting the light from the fire like his sister and mother’s did. This old woman was Baldur’s grandmother who had come to visit them. She was slowly closing her eyes and about her fall asleep when Brynja, Baldur’s younger sister opened her mouth and said with a light and melodic voice.
“It is a cold winter we have this year.” She commented as her green eyes glanced at the window.
The old grandmother opened her grey eyes and looked tired at her granddaughter. “Oh, my sweet summer child.” She said with a croaking and hoarse voice. “What do you know about cold? Cold was the winter when Baldur got born, when the snows fell a hundred feet deep.” She said as her eyes suddenly became distant. “You have nothing to fear now… We are still in the long-summer. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for cold and fear, my little girl, when the white wolves move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night… A winter like the one Baldur got born in that lasted a generation. Dragons froze to death in their lairs, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks.” She paused and looked at Brynja who had gotten silent and was now sitting and looking at the old lady. “This is not a cold winter.” Grandmother finished.
Baldur was sitting on the floor as well at one of the many fur blankets they had lying. His shoulders were covered in fur as well and on his lap was lying a heavy book about dragons. He was reading, but kept on being interrupted by the howling wind outside and the gentle hammer from the snowflakes that hit the window. It was winter now – mid winter. Right after his birthday, and it did not seem to want to leave. Their father was outside getting more firewood and when he opened the heavy wooden door to their small house, he stepped in as a snowman – covered in white snow from top to toe. Hew just needed a carrot as a nose then he would be complete. Though Baldur thought that his red nose did a good job already.
In an arm chair that usually was their father’s place, was sitting an old woman. She had the looks of Baldur and his father. Only her white hair was reflecting the light from the fire like his sister and mother’s did. This old woman was Baldur’s grandmother who had come to visit them. She was slowly closing her eyes and about her fall asleep when Brynja, Baldur’s younger sister opened her mouth and said with a light and melodic voice.
“It is a cold winter we have this year.” She commented as her green eyes glanced at the window.
The old grandmother opened her grey eyes and looked tired at her granddaughter. “Oh, my sweet summer child.” She said with a croaking and hoarse voice. “What do you know about cold? Cold was the winter when Baldur got born, when the snows fell a hundred feet deep.” She said as her eyes suddenly became distant. “You have nothing to fear now… We are still in the long-summer. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for cold and fear, my little girl, when the white wolves move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night… A winter like the one Baldur got born in that lasted a generation. Dragons froze to death in their lairs, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks.” She paused and looked at Brynja who had gotten silent and was now sitting and looking at the old lady. “This is not a cold winter.” Grandmother finished.
this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
