Posts by LEIFUR

GENERAL:
✧ LEIFUR OSKÁR ALBERTSSON [LEE-FUR] | LEIF | NO ALIASES

✧ leifur; icelandic variation of leif; "heir, beloved, lucky" | of icelandic/american descent
✧ former loner | "the chemist"

✧ adult | 38 months physically, 46 years mentally | ages normally | born on 11/8
✧ male [♂] | prefers masculine pronouns [he/him]
✧ resides in riverclan | non s/hp
✧ no official titles as of yet
✧ heterosexual | single | [0] crushes
✧ note: platonic relationships are relatively easy to form, as long as you have done nothing to insult his or his work, which he takes a high amount of pride in.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
✧ he is a man of science, not religion.

✧ sometimes, he may delve into the dangers of experimenting with deadly substances. proceed with caution while he is doing so.

✧ come between him and his work is equal to something of a death sentence

PHYSICALITY:
✧ NORWEGIAN FOREST CAT [reference] | HEALTH: 75%
✧ leifur's breed is that of a norwegian forest cat, exhibiting longer fur than the average domesticated feline, also including fluffy paws and a very bushy tail. because of these pom-pom-ish animalisms, some body parts may be contaminated with a substance, either dangerous or safe. his pelt's colours consist of a blend similiar to a muddy toffee, and the shaggy fur blankets all of his body, excluding leifur's head, which features a much-lower amount of hair than the rest of his physique. if one was to take shears or a razor and cut away at the entirety of his form, a strong, but slightly pudgy, frame would be revealed; also, one may find many burns and scars causes by science-related accidents. since his niggin isn't submerged in the total ball of fluff, you can make out his facial features. green eyes, a marginally long nose, and a strong forehead make up a dapper display. all in all, he isn't really unsightly in anyway, he's just poofy.

PERSONALITY:
✧ INTP "LOGICIAN" | RAVENCLAW | ERUDITE | CHAOTIC-NEUTRAL GOOD
✧ POSITIVE - CONSISTENT | CLEVER | EMPATHETIC | SENSITIVE
✧ NEUTRAL - INTELLIGENT | BUSY | MODERN | SKEPTICAL
✧ NEGATIVE - UNORTHODOX | UNSTABLE | STEELY | UNHEALTHY

COMBAT & INTERACTION:
✧ sometimes antagonizes others | won't start, will join, and will end fights
✧ may show mercy | may kill depending on the situation | will run away

✧ will try to negotiate
✧ mentored by books
✧ sometimes uses self-made poisons
✧ physically intermediate, mentally extreme | overall challenging
✧ no powers (unless you count a really high IQ as a power)
✧ mention LEIFUR when needed | attacks in underline

Oh yes, he had heard of the clan residing here. It was a darn good choice of territory, too, what with all of this fresh mountain-y air and whatnot. And the forest, oh, the forest, with its fantasy-like trees curling and whirling overhead. And the red soil was not something to ignore, either, its hue obviously different due to a certain mineral compound. But it wasn't the sights to be seen that drew him here. No, it was the fact that there was a medicinal-guild-thing, or at least he had heard. And his curiosity about the situation ran wild as he mentally predicted how the citizens of Riverclan, or whatever it was called, made and used their pharmaceuticals in comparison to him. He didn't think that they'd be quite as advanced in the matter as him, using herbs and seeds, but Leifur imagined that their methods could somehow rub off on him. Plus, it just sounded like he would have some good ol' fashioned fun while he was there. The shaggy-haired feline parked himself underneath the coiled overgrowth and took a swig from his canteen, which was wrapped around his bushy neck. He was a person of science, not of exercise! He took only a few more steps forward, before hollering "DEAR RIVERCLAN, OR WHATEVER THIS PLACE IS CALLED, I WISH TO BECOME A PART OF YOUR RANKS!". It was okay for him to shout so loudly; it didn't really look like anyone was around this part, anyway.

The scientist meekly raised a brow as a stranger came face-to-face with him. He knew that someone was bound to hear his calls, but he didn't expect that someone to be a doe of all things. Leifur was knew that these clan-dwellers could be wolves, cats, dogs, and hell, even dragons, but never in his wildest of ideas would of thought that a precious creature such as a deer would occupy such a location. He'd dip his head in something of a bow in return to the larger mammal's sweet attitude. "Hello there,", he'd begin in a slightly formal tone, "my name is Liefur Albertsson, and I have come to request this clan's hospitality- and other stuff like that." He hadn't any idea what hospitalitied Riverclan had to offer, which was why he'd continue with "and other stuff like that". He had heard some rumours about these clans, good and bad. Some said how these folk were an equivalent to cavemen, living in prehistoric-ish cave huts with nothing but bugs as food. Yet, he had also heard that these people weren't as uncivilized as thought, featuring manners, cozy shelter, and good food. And, this Ungulate here forced him to believe that the latter of the rumours was the truth.

"And you?", Leifur would proceed to ask, "What's your name?

The feline would smile as the gal welcomed him to the clan. She wasn't just being well-mannered; she was being friendly and warm. This came as a pleasant surprise to Leifur, who seriously assumed that the inhabitants of these clans were all war-hungry savages for a while. When Delphi faced him and asked if he had any questions, would nod passionately. "Y'see, I'm a chemist; you know, experimenting with elements and all- and I had heard that a medical-guild operated within this clan.", he'd explain. This was the entire reason he had arrived here, to learn about the clan's way of medicine and similiar substances. "Anyways, I wanted to know If I could join the guild, or join it later if possible. If that's okay."

//rushed !

So, Shiningmoon was the captain, eh? Guessing from his given title, Leifur hypothesized that this person was boss around here; and an eerie, scratched voice had confirmed that his assumption was correct. And then, the source of the voice came forward, revealing himself as a frighteningly-sable demon of a beast, closely resembling a dragon. But, though the reptile was fearsome in appearance (with that daunting smile), it appeared as if he was affiliated with Riverclan, as he went on to expound that his mother, named Lessa, was the best of the best in medical terms. Heart still beating quite rapidly, due to the abrupt, and slightly formidable, entrance of Khabeleth, as the dragon introduced himself, Leifur would clear his throat, and spoke. "It's great to meet you", he'd say half-confidently, half-nervous, "Khabeleth. I'll make sure to meet your mother at some point or other."

//mobile

Well, speak of the devil. The last person to show up was ironically the person that Khalabeth Luciferus spoke of as his mother, which turned out to be a teeny femme pine marten. Smiling, as this was most likely who he would be spending his time with if he chose to train in the arts of medicine, Leifur dipped his noggin in a bow and said "And it's definitely a pleasure to meet you, Lessa.". Following this formal greeting, the feline would turn to everone and added, "My name is Leifur Albertsson, Icelandic name, and I will take great delight in joining Riverclan.". This was indeed his new home now, and he was restless to the thought of padding off to wherever the camp was, and introducing himself to everyone else he had yet to meet.

//rushed, as i'm really impatient, and i wanna start playing this guy PRONTO.

//RAGES BECAUSE I WROTE THREE WHOLE REPLIES ALREADY AND EVERY TIME THE SITE EITHER CRASHED OR REFRESHED UGHGGHHH

Aid, the sheer reason why he had joined this mountainous enclave in the first place. Back when he was on his own, he had heard, from word of mouth, that this Riverclan nearby were a feral group of savages, who only used sticks, cobwebs, and berries as medicine. Though, he discovered that the "feral group of savages" part of the rumour was untrue, Leifur still had to learn about Riverclan's medicinal ways. Because, if they really did only use sticks, cobwebs, and berries, then he was most definitely willing to teach them about Ibuprofen, and other substances that contained healing capabilities. And, by the sound of a familiar Pine Marten's voice, he may just find himself face-to-face with an opportunity. The shaggy feline had met Lessa the very first day he stepped foot in the clan, and, by the words of her adopted son, Luciferus, she was the very best that the clan had to offer in medicine. So, it was almost like music to his ears when he heard that she was hosting a first-aid training session, which would be the very first event he'd ever attend here.

The Norwegian-Forest Cat would appear at the scene, not aware of who was who, excluding the few that had greeted him on his first day. Perhaps he'd have to have one of those meet'n'greets. Nonetheless, he'd gaze expectantly at the lithe femme, ready for what Lessa had to say."Speech"

Leifur wasn't making much of an appearance in Riverclan quite yet, and that was probably a good thing, seeing as how a few of the ways he could gain recognition includes blowing stuff up with chemicals. But there was another way he could get a little more well-known, a way that didn't involve injuring any of his clanmates, and that was performing a given task, a task that could possibly aid the clan in a certain way. Stepping forward, the chemist gazed the frightening canine Obscuro and voiced, "I'll take one please, yup".

An inactive-ly inactive Leifur strode up, his roleplayer only one-day away from full-time posting again.

And that was how important his work was; he remained inactive for the entirety of his first week here, getting together his tools and placing them in their own respective locations in his stone shelter that he called sanctuary. Sadly, his work would also sometimes get in the way of all of the halloween festivities this past week. However, in return, he had some great things planned, including this "hot ice", or Sodium Acetate, experiment he was trying out. But, it was still a little ways from completion, so, during the time that the vinegar and baking soda have to settle and boil, there was absolutely nothing on his schedule. With very little to do science-wise, the feline decided to jump on that "meet and greet" trend that was going on.

Striding into an area that was churning with activity (unlike his roleplayer at the moment), the feline would seat himself, and call out these very words: "My name is Leifur Albertsson, and my calling in life would be the study of chemistry!". Following that up, he'd then voice in softer words, "If anyone is interested in sharing their name and their calling in life with me, that would be swell"

A grin would materialize on the fluffy feline's visage as a handful of his clanmates stepped forward to present themselves and their 'calling in life'. The first one, a sea-loving lass who introduced herself as Elizabeth Swann, and she was the one who struck a rather unexpected question about Leifur's choice in studies. And the Icelander was just about to answer her question, but he was soon overwhelmed with more inquiries and answers. There was Valemon, a lion cub obsessed with "birdies and flowers", who was followed up by Luciferus, that spine-chilling satanic dragon-thing that had met Leifur on his first day; the midnight black reptile wasn't really sure on what his goal was, and that was fine. The last person to show their face was yet another youth, one that had the name of Mike Wheeler, his pursuit simply "finding all of his friends". All were friendly (even though one was mildly frightening), and the feline accepted all that surrounded him as clanmates.

But Elizabeth, and Valemon, had asked him a question, and that question he would answer. Beginning with a shrug, Leifur would explain in his smooth voice,

"Boring for some, but I find the study of chemistry quite interesting indeed. From the edges of space, to the depths of the oceans, chemistry is everywhere, and it's my quest to understand all of it. And even if a lot of it is merely labwork, I take a great amount of pride in my studies, as the science forces me to explore the beginnings of time itself so I can comprehend the foundations of the universe." Having not sparing a single breath during that little speech, Leifur inhaled, long and deep, before speaking one last time. "So yeah, it's very awesome from my standpoint"