Posts by Hawkspark

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    Bump?¿



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    How were those finals? I think I'm failing summer school but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯



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    (( FIRST NAME ))Henrik
    (( MIDDLE NAME )) Alf
    (( SURNAME )) Holmström
    (( NICKNAME )) Henri
    (( DATE OF BIRTH )) December 24th
    (( AGE )) 19
    (( GENDER )) Male
    (( ORIENTATION )) Heterosexual [ straight ]
    (( SPECIES )) Superhuman
    (( POWERS ))
    -Frigokinesis the ability to manipulate snow
    -Cold Immunity immune to freezing temperatures
    -Cryokinetic Combat can use snow and ice as a weapon
    -Frigokinetic Constructs can create walls of snow and ice for protection
    -Cryokinetic Surfing the ability to manipulate ice to increase maneuverability
    -Ice touch the ability to turn objects to ice


    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION )) Henri has messy dirty blonde hair, a smudge of freckles across his cheeks, sapphire eyes, unkept stubble, and always a serious expression. As a new found hero, he doesn't like to mess around. That means no jokes, no laughing, no goofing off, and most importantly; no smiling. He always wears what he wants. Always. But if he's forced into formal wear he will do so, with a huge frown accompanying a tie.
    (( HEIGHT )) 5'11" | 180.34 cm
    (( WEIGHT )) 178 lb | 80.739 kg
    (( HAIR COLOR )) Caramel and Sandy blonde
    (( EYE COLOR )) Sapphire blue
    (( SKIN TONE )) Fair
    (( CLOTHING STYLE )) Henrik hates dressing up, and that means ever. You'll usually see him wearing a plaid shirt with jeans and gym shoes, but he is also known to wear hoodies and sweatpants. Either way you put it, this guy does not do suit and ties. Unless physically forced to do so.
    (( BODY MODIFICATION )) None
    (( EXTRA )) He has a light stubble, but not a lot


    (( PERSOANLITY )) Cold. His superpowers are almost the same as his personality. He likes to isolate himself from the crowd and just be alone. His attitude is that of a dangling icicle. Beautiful and awing at first look, but with one bad shake it could fall and pierce right into you. It would be in your best interest to leave this boy alone when he needs his space.


    He is also known to be quite caring at times, even though his expressions and words may not say the same. If someone's in trouble you can count on Henri to try his best to save them. Though, if he knows someone is faking it or just being down right annoying, he'll just throw out some ice for them to slip on or a gush of winter wind in their face. If you start to become good friends with the Swede then he'll start to open up day by day. As small talk is not one of his strong suits, he would try his best to get have more fun with actions such as sports and games opposed to talking about the weather and gossip.


    To sum it all up, Henrik may not be the brightest and happiest guy, his cold demeanor hides a much warmer side of him that only a few will get to know.
    (( LIKES )) Winter ❅ Snow ❅ The cold ❅ Hockey ❅ Skiing ❅ Snowboarding ❅ The movie Frozen [ secretly ] ❅ The outdoors ❅ Ice cream ❅ Hot chocolate ❅ His old home
    (( DISLIKES )) Talking ❅ Heat ❅ Big crowds ❅ Being called Elsa ❅ Formal clothes ❅ Public speaking ❅ Being overlooked
    (( STRENGTHS )) Freezing temperatures ❅ Bilingual ❅ Carrying out a plan ❅ Stamina ❅ Agility
    (( WEAKNESSES )) Easy to loose control of powers ❅ Speaking ❅ Showing emotion ❅ Adapting to new surroundings ❅ Foreign


    (( HISTORY )) Henrik was always a quiet boy, only focused on the task that was set at hand. He did his school work with no fuss and always went to bed on time. He was quite responsible for his age. His old hobbies included skiing, snowboarding, sledding, and hockey. Anything that incorporated snow and Henri was there to play it. He was always out in the snow. But all it took was a nice hot cup of cocoa to get the boy back into his home. Henrik was only 15 when he was awarded his powers. It was a giant leap from normal and cozy life to a what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do life. His parents sent him to the academy, where he is to this day. Moving to a different country was already scary, but add the affect that you were almost our of control of super powers you held. It was a disaster. Though, the people at the academy treated him well, and even let him visit back home several times a year. He is one of the older heroes in the academy.


    His quiet yet powerful demeanor is still with him.
    (( FROM )) Lycksele, Sweden
    (( KIN )) Niklas Holmström - Father | Eva Holmström - Mother | Theo Holmström - Younger Brother
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    (( DREAMS )) To live back home | Become a professional hockey player | Not have powers
    (( FEARS )) Heat | Speaking in public | Not doing his job correctly | Being late
    (( TALENTS )) Other than the whole snow and ice ordeal, he can speak both Swedish and English. Though, his English is a little flimsily and is slightly hard to understand from his accent.


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single and not ready to mingle
    (( CRUSH )) Will develop
    (( BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND )) None
    (( SPOUSE )) None
    (( CHILDREN )) None


    (( PLOT IDEAS )) Uh... Maybe they are trapped in a room together that is indestructible and they all have to work together to get out?
    (( THEME SONG )) [color=lightgray]Babel | Mumford & Sons

    (( OTHER )) [color=lightgray]You can have characters crush on him, I don't mind.
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    Well what the plot did not say was that once the disease wiped out every country except parts of Scandinavia. This meant all the documented history of the world and all of its books are gone. It is their job to go into the Silent World ( parts of Norway and Sweden specifically ) and recover books. Though, they also have to survive the mutated animals that fill the forest.



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    Yup! A girl for every boy and vice versa if you do not mind.


    Glad to be roleplaying with you.


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    [align=center][size=36pt]INTO THE COLD[/size]
    [size=15pt]stand still stay silent[/size]

    [size=15pt]the known world[/size]


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    [size=15pt]the plot[/size]


    http://www.sssscomic.com/?id=about


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    Leader: Henrik Holmströ m


    Sub-Leader: Pétur Steinsson


    Scout and Mage: Kyllikki Järvinen


    Hunter: Arya Teräväinen


    Healer: Vivian Østergård


    Cleanser: Sveree Aagard


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    [size=15pt][color=white]more information[/size]


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    or click this link: http://sssscomic.com/comicpages/178.jpg[/spoiler]




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    Oh. I'm done too. I didn't know we had to say we were.



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    "You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, as all we see will slip into the cloud."[/fancypost]


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    Beep! Beep! Beep the alarm clock mocked the sleeping twenty-four year old. A small growl and then a click of the button, then the clock shut up. Sleepy amber eyes opened slowly to glance at the small numbers on the machine to read 7:30. Henrik felt as if he only slept for a few minutes opposed to several hours. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. Limbs ached along with his brain as the Swede sat up in his sleeping bag. The orange tent ceiling appeared to shine with the morning light seeping through. Henrik looked around to see his tent-members. Pétur seemed to have noticed the alarm go off, but choose to ignore it, while Sveree had completely missed it over a series of deafening snores. That kid gave him a migraine sometimes, even while sleeping. "Wake up, we're going into the city today." he nudged the redheaded Icelander and glared at the Norwegian. They were definitely an odd group, but everyone brought a new set of skills to the table, and some weren't always so helpful. After persuading himself that they would get up soon enough, he slipped out of his sleeping bag and made his way outside the tent. Benjen, the wolf that laid at his feet at night, followed him.




    The morning air felt great, although Henrik did not. The cool and dewey forest that surrounded them bristled with the chill wind. It was beautiful, but also full of bloodthirsty monsters. It was all evened out. His tired gaze looked towards the girls tent. It was still, but it wasn't in his nature to go and wake them up. Plus, they would probably yell at him and push him away. He was much too exhausted for such treatment so early. Instead, he walked over to the small fire pit dug into the dirt in the middle of both tents. Beside the sitting logs was a crate. Inside was filled with water bottles, bagged snacks, and fruit. Of course it wasn't enough for their regular meals, which is why they ate hunted meat, curtsey of Arya. In the morning, deer meat didn't seem too appetizing, which is why they had the fruit in the morning instead. The Swede walked over to the crate an pulled out a bruised orange and picked up a water bottle, finding it good enough to satisfy his hunger. After gathering his breakfast, he found a seat on one of the logs and started to peel his orange, not bothering anyone else.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    "Cover your crystal eyes, and let your colours bleed and blend with mine."[/fancypost]


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    The girls tent didn't have an alarm clock, as the whole idea had been Henriks and he only used it in his. This, Arya was thankful for. She got a couple more minutes of sleep than the boys which helped her survive the rest of the day until she passed out asleep again at night. It was a reoccurring cycle of events that wasn't too bad to live in. Her tent was shared with Vivian and Kylli, whom were thankfully very quiet while asleep. Unfortunately, they could all hear Sveree's snores from across the campsite. The Finn could tune it out long enough for her to fall asleep before it got too loud. But that was at night, right now everything was peaceful in the crisp air, and it was calling for her to hunt.




    A big wet nose made her silver eyes flutter open. Ville started to lick her cheek, which definitely woke her up. She pushed the dog's face away and tried to make sure he wouldn't turn her face into slobber or start barking up a storm. Sitting up in her sleeping bag, she started to rub the dog's ears softly, looking around the yellow tent. Someone was already up, she could hear the footsteps outside. Probably Henrik, as he's always set on getting up early and finishing whatever job he has to done right away. Good thing he isn't someone she would have to talk to while sneaking away into the forest. Yup, she was already planning her early morning hunt. What else would she do? Ville jogged out of the tent first, Arya following her as she walked to the fire site and picked up her bow and arrows from a pile of the team's weapons. With a soft nod to Henri and picking up a water bottle, she was off into the woods with the Finnish Spitz at her side
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    "Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low."[/fancypost]


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    Sveree was out like a light. His messy cocoa hair was a mess as it was almost all covered by his sleeping bag. All you could see were his closed eyes, and sadly is obnoxious snoring. He was constantly kicked at night for his loudness, in which he would shut up for a good ten minutes before snoring again. It was a bit of a problem. Though, everyone lived with it, finding ways to cope with his habits. It usually required a pillow to the head and focusing on something else, but on the bright side Sve slept fairly well.




    That morning, he was set on sleeping as much as he could, which was working so far. He could hear faintly as someone stepped out of the tent, which was a signal for everyone else to start getting up. Except for him, he was always the last up. When it was just him and Pete in the tent, his snoring seemed to get louder. Thankfully, Gunnar got as annoyed as the rest of the team and decided to shut his owner up. The wolf did this by laying his head on top of Sve's, making his snores get silenced in all his fur. It was fairly comfortable for the wolf, as he fell asleep right after. Silence finally filled the crisp air.
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    ooc:
    Your good, it's just the two first posts. Nothing is really happening anyways.
    I see that your fancy post pictures are kind of smushed, you can fix that by playing around with the width and height dimensions that are right after where you put in your URL. I can also fix it if you'd like.


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    "You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl, as all we see will slip into the cloud."[/fancypost]


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    Henrik smashed the orange peel into a ball and dropped it at his feet, knowing it wasn't trash as it could still go as food. Though, just slipping from thought, Benji took his chance and started to chew on the orange peel. He'd seen the animal eat worse, so he just decided to let it go. "Yup, there's a huge library there," he looked up to meet Pete's gaze "We'll leave in a bit." he looked back at his breakfast and started to open his water bottle. It was then that the rest of the girls came out of their tent.




    "G'morning," he greeted, not even looking up at them from his orange. He popped one piece of the fruit into his mouth and started to chew once they sat down on the logs beside Pete and himself. There was only one person who hadn't came out yet, Sve. Well, at least he was sleeping quietly for once. "I just told Pete that we're going into the city today." The Swede decided to let the others hear of the plans.
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    "Cover your crystal eyes, and let your colours bleed and blend with mine."[/fancypost]


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    The tall pine trees welcomed Arya as she ran beside their towering trunks. It was such a rush to run through the forest while the sun light it up so early. Ville seemed to enjoy it too, as he weaved in and out of bushes and trees, mouth agape which let his tongue hang out happily. With her bow rested across her chest, she quickly took it off and started to slow herself down once she was deep enough in the woods. Ville knew it was his time to shine, and that meant finding the animals for her to shoot. It was a team effort, and a fun one.




    The dewey grass left Arya's socks soaked, and she could tell that the dog's fur on his paws started to change color from the wetness. But that wasn't enough to stop their hunting trip. Ville started to venture off deeper, wet nose sniffing every living plant that blanketed the ground. Suddenly, after sniffing a few more things, his head perked up at the tree above him. A big plump squirrel was sitting on the branch, just calling Arya to shoot it. So the Finn did what she was trained to do, shoot it square in the heart. Unloading an arrow into her bow and pulling it back to her cheek, then SNAP! The squirrel fell off the tree and into the jaw of the Finnish Spitz. One down, two to go.
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    [c]Shiroba



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    Sve awoke once everyone had gotten up, and he was welcome by the stomach of Gunnar. He quietly pushed the wolf away, wanting to breath air instead of fur again. The Norwegian sat up in his sleeping bag and looked around the empty tent. It was a normal sight, to see it empty except him and his wolf. He liked it though, it gave him some time alone. "Gun, can you not lay on my face anymore?" he asked, quietly. The wolf just seemed to ignore him, which was probably the best answer he could give. With a sigh, Sveree pulled his legs out of the bag and gave a small pat to Gunnar's soft head. It had been a good five or ten minutes since everyone had awoken, which was the perfect time for him to show up late.




    Stepping out of the tent and into the bright morning light was hell for his eyes. He rubbed them quickly before they could set on fire, which would've been soon enough. Once he regained his vision, he looked at everyone sitting around the unlit fire, eating their breakfast. He didn't say anything, as he knew he would be bombarded by complaints of his snoring at any given second. Instead, he grabbed an apple and water bottle, sitting on the ground around the others,
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    [size=20pt]THE LEGENDS OF POWER ✸[/size]
    "WE HAVE POWERS. THE KIND THAT WE CAN'TALWAYS CONTROL."


    THE STORY✸


    THE POWERS✸


    THE ACP✸



    THE LEGENDS✸


    THE RULES✸


    THE FORM✸



    MY FORMS✸



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    (( FIRST NAME )) Declan
    (( MIDDLE NAME )) Finnian
    (( SURNAME )) Callaghan
    (( NICKNAME )) Dec
    (( DATE OF BIRTH )) October 24th
    (( AGE )) 19
    (( GENDER )) Male
    (( ETHNICITY )) Irish
    (( POWERS )) Earth Bender-
    ✸Can control, manipulate, and reshape the earth at will.
    ✸ Move/lift earth, rocks, boulders, and stones at nearly any speed whether in/on a surface, air or water.
    ✸ Can cause earthquakes.
    ✸ Terrakinetic Constructs including weapons, walls, and armor.
    ✸ Seismic Sense or to sense/perceive vibrations in the earth.



    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION ))
    Declan has messy and whipsy copper hair that isn't too long, nor too short. His bright green eyes stand out against his rusty hair and fair skin. Underneath his eyes are very faint freckles that you wouldn't be able to see without getting really close to his face. He also has these faint freckles along his arms. When he smiles he has dimples on both cheeks, which give him a boyish appearance opposed to how old he really is. The Irishman's frame isn't the tallest or biggest, but sturdy in other words. The only reason to pick him out of a crowd would be his bright hair, not his buffness or height, because he doesn't have much of those. You'll usually find him with a shy grin or a straight face with wide eyes, since he isn't the most expressive or emotional bender out there. Dirt, though, his common to find on the nineteen year old's face, legs, arms, and really everywhere. As an Earth bender, you can't really get mad at him for this, though he is constantly told to take showers.
    (( HEIGHT )) 5'10" | 177.8 cm
    (( WEIGHT )) 178 lb | 80.739 kg
    (( HAIR COLOR )) Light copper
    (( EYE COLOR )) Clover green
    (( SKIN TONE )) Fair and a bit rosy
    (( CLOTHING STYLE )) As dirt is his constant companion, the Irishman knows to not dress up a lot because it will get ruined in seconds with his habits. He'll usually go with old hoodies, jackets, and shirts with a pair athletic shorts or khakis, and gymshoes of course. He doesn't appreciate his powers since it makes his clothing choice so small, but when there is a formal occasion of the sort, he doesn't shy away from wearing a suit, tie, and dress pants. His clothing style, in a word, would be casual, very casual.
    (( BODY MODIFICATION )) None
    (( EXTRA )) None
    (( FACE CLAIM )) Eddie Redmayne


    (( PERSONALITY )) In a word, shy, but that's not all that the Earth bender is. As he moved from his home country all the way across the ocean to the ACP, he isn't fully accustomed to the American ways. He has been there for a while, so he knows a lot more than your average tourist, but he constantly says that his accent gives him away. Thankfully, Chicago is full of Irish accents. Because of his foreign feelings, he isn't the most talkative or outgoing around pretty much anyone. He'll crack a few jokes here or there, or join in a roar of group laughter, but you'll never really see him speak his opinion. He keeps it to himself unless absolutely needed. Though, if you get to know him you'll find that he isn't all that shy after all. Declan is always up for going to the Irish pub that is down the street from the ACP building, and will always offer it to all the benders to come with him, close friends or not. He is pretty well known at the pub, for his frequent visits, and most of the benders are too [ as the pub sometimes gives beer to some of the underages, such as Declan himself ]. It's probably the way he makes up for his quiet and reserved ways. Though, while using his powers, he can be very different from his usual personality. For Earth bending, you have to be very focused, as an earthquake can come when all you wanted was a rock to move. He is known for his sly and sneaky ways on the training grounds, and is usually blamed for small pranks or mishappenings. But one thing you can always count on Declan for while bending is a huge grin. It seems as if it's his only time he doesn't feel foreign or out of place, which makes absolute sense. When the ACP sometimes sends the benders out on missions, Declan finds himself in the position of figuring out where the enemy is. Since he can feel vibrations in the Earth, he can sometimes feel if someone is walking towards them or away from them. Don't get him wrong though, the guy can fight if he needs too. A boulder to the head is his usual method.
    (( LIKES )) Ireland ✸ The outdoors ✸ Pubs ✸ Beer ✸ Occasional alone time ✸ Laughing ✸ Walking around the city ✸ Being with a group of friends ✸ Being accepted ✸ Training
    (( DISLIKES )) Staying indoors for too long ✸ The Friday fights ✸ Being treated like a child ✸ Stereotypes ✸ Being undermined ✸ Bossy people ✸ Speaking up
    (( STRENGTHS )) Open field ✸ Staying calm in tense situations ✸ Can speak some Irish ✸ Staying focused ✸ Teaching others ✸ Sneaking out of places
    (( WEAKNESSES )) Foreign ✸ A big claustrophobic ✸ Being away from his home ✸ His accent ✸ Speaking up ✸ Social and emotional situations


    (( HISTORY )) Declan grew up in a small town in Killarney, Ireland where his parents owned a pub. He lived an absolute normal life, nothing was suspicious or weird about him. Him and his family usually went out into the woods on the weekend for just family fun and sometimes a small picnic. The forests and fields of Ireland were so beautiful, the most green anyone had ever laid eyes on. Declan loved his family trips in the outdoors, and always made the most of them. He played games with his brother, Rowan, around the trees, and kicked a soccer ball around in the lush fields. His favorite place to be was in the wilderness, where green grass, towering cliffs, leafy trees, and moss covered rocks were all you could for miles. He felt in control. In a way, powerful. The woods and meadows is where his powers first came into view. There wasn't just one specific time that his powers came through, it was more like various little parts. Sometimes when he walked through the forest the ground would rumble beneath him, rocks would start to shift, and leaves would seem to dance around him. It all seemed to be almost coincidental, though deep down Declan knew something was up.


    There was one time, though, that seemed to stand out against the others. Occasionally, Declan would work at his family's pub, serving drinks and food, washing tables, and taking orders. Just the simply, basic stuff. One night, a couple of guys had a little too much beer and a little too much anger. A bar fight erupted, while Declan was one of the only worked left in the pub. All the other workers vouched to stay back and let the fighting commence without any of their work. But Declan felt a little annoyed and ticked off as they broke almost every glass on the table and over all ruined the pub with just a fistfight. He wasn't planning on stopping anything, but his conscious had already started. A large crack in the ground split the two fighter away from each other, each on one side of the crack. Then, Declan felt a need to finish what he had apparently started. A large twine of ivy came up from the crack, wrapping itself around each fighter's throat. And with that, the Earth bender sent the two men running out of the pub with eyes staring widely at him as he came back inside. It was then that his parents got word of his power and he was sent to the ACP to try and tame his abilities. Anything after the pub fight hasn't been spoken about.
    (( FROM )) Killarney, Ireland
    (( FAMILY )) Brandon Callaghan - Father ✸ Colleen Callaghan - Mother ✸ Rowan Callaghan - Younger brother
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    (( DREAMS )) Live back in Ireland ✸ Fully control his powers ✸ Own his own pub
    (( FEARS )) Being alone ✸ Never going back to his home ✸ Killing innocents ✸ Getting too out of control ✸ Not doing his job right ✸ Never being fully accepted
    (( TALENTS )) Bilingual ✸ Knows his way around the city ✸ Sneak attacks ✸ Sensing danger ✸ Staying calm and positive ✸ Humble


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
    (( CRUSH )) Will develop
    (( BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND )) Open
    (( ROOMMATE )) Open


    (( PLOT IDEAS )) answer
    (( THEME SONG )) [color=#F5EEB8]Little Lion Man | Mumford & Sons

    (( OTHER )) [color=#F5EEB8]None
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    (( FIRST NAME )) Christian
    (( MIDDLE NAME )) Cliff
    (( SURNAME )) Norberg
    (( NICKNAME )) Chris or Nor
    (( DATE OF BIRTH )) December 30th
    (( AGE )) 18
    (( GENDER )) Male
    (( ETHNICITY )) American: Swedish and Norwegian ancestry
    (( POWERS )) Snow and Ice Bender-
    ✸ The ability to manipulate snow
    ✸ Immune to freezing temperatures
    ✸ Can use snow and ice as a weapon
    ✸ Frigokinetic Constructs including walls of snow and ice for protection
    ✸ The ability to turn objects to ice


    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION ))
    Christian has dirty blonde hair, which is kind of wiry, and short but curly. His height is a little taller than average, but still not something that he would be remembered by. His dark blue gaze gives his light colored face a splash of color, aside from the small red scar above his lip. The Minnesotan's frame and build is strong and athletic, much because of the sport he had started, and continues to play presently, many years ago. Christian's expression is usually a big smile, small grin, or anything to show his content on being a trained ice bender. A hockey jersey is used as any events clothing on him, although he has many to choose from. It is not an uncommon sight to see a hockey stick in the boy's hands, or even a dancing snowflake drifting between his fingers. Wherever you find this bender, a smile and wave will be sent to you shortly after at no expense.
    (( HEIGHT )) 6'0" | 182.88 cm
    (( WEIGHT )) 189 lb | 85.729 kg
    (( HAIR COLOR )) Dirty blonde
    (( EYE COLOR )) Dark and deep blue
    (( SKIN TONE )) Fair, maybe more on the lighter side
    (( CLOTHING STYLE )) Athletic and comfortable. Hoodies and shorts are what he usually wears, but it isn't uncommon to find him wearing a plaid button-up shirt or jeans. There's one thing that he wears more than hoodies, and it's hockey jerseys. He's got his own jersey, NHL jerseys, Olympic jerseys, pretty much anything you could think of. To him, they're more comfortable than a normal shirt. Dressing up usually means doing what is needed; he wears dress pants, a dress shirt, tie, and no suit jacket. If Christian is cold, he'll simply put a hockey jersey on over, even in the most formal occasions.
    (( BODY MODIFICATION )) None
    (( EXTRA )) He has a small scar above his lip from an unexpected punch in a hockey game.
    (( FACE CLAIM )) Freddie Stroma


    (( PERSONALITY )) Christian is a happy-go-lucky eighteen year old who loves to live in the now. His smile and grin are the most popular expression among himself, and others too when he's around. Although, sometimes during the thickness of competition, it's hard to find his grin as it is usually replaced with a grimace or snarl. He is not one to loose without a good fight, even if it is a harsh and bloody fight. His actions usually speak louder than words when he's intimidated or provokes. A good shove to the chest or jab to the gut is the ice benders first tactics when threatened. Though, as his powers aren't fully in control, you'll find him saving them for last. Unless, of course, he went through a long day of training and he is absolutely sure that they are in check. If you ever see the Minnesotan using his powers while not in a fight or battle, it'll be the first and only time you would see him in his rare, calm, and quiet behavior. Chis tends try and stay serious and controlled while letting the ice run in his veins. Which, ironically, is not how his feelings toward snow began. Snow and ice were and still are his best friends. You would always see him running through seven foot snow with a bunch of laughs and giggles following him, and even in the present time could you see a sight like that. His sometimes childish ways get him in some trouble along the way, but he always means well. Except in a hockey game. That's one of the only time he doesn't take anything lightly. Hockey is his one true hobby, and he does his best to make sure hockey treats him as well as he treats it. As captain of his high school team, he knows what leadership is and what it takes, and even though he could seem a little inexperienced at times, Christian would do anything for a win, on the ice rink or off of it.
    (( LIKES )) Winter ✸ Outdoors ✸ Snow and ice ✸ Hockey ✸ Skiing and Snowboarding ✸ Teams ✸ Competition ✸ Freedom ✸ Dogs ✸ The city at night ✸ The NHL ✸ Listening to music ✸ Getting to see his family ✸ Alone time ✸ Christmas ✸ Scandinavian culture
    (( DISLIKES )) Lots of training ✸ Heat ✸ Not being able to share his opinion ✸ Rap music ✸ Formal events ✸ Work ✸ Organization ✸ Concentration for a long time ✸ Bluntness
    (( STRENGTHS )) Colder climates ✸ Adapting ✸ Teamwork ✸ Physically strong and fit ✸ Hockey ✸ Helping new people ✸ Competition ✸ Animals
    (( WEAKNESSES )) Concentration ✸ Long periods of work ✸ Being on time ✸ Always going with the rules ✸ Pressure ✸ His pride


    (( HISTORY )) Christian was born in St. Paul, Minnesota during a thick and freezing blizzard. His love for winter sports started very early. By the time he knew how to walk he was already learning how to ice skate. Sledding was a favorite childhood pass time, as was skiing, snowboarding, and almost anything that included snow and ice. Though, the blondes most favorite was the sport of hockey. He joined very early, after his older brother, Gunnar, had started to play it with him. A stick in his hand always brought a smile to his face, even through the toughest of games. Aside from hockey, he tried to stay involved with skiing and snowboarding, though his true sport was hockey. School-wise, he was usually the one getting sidetracked or distracted, which usually resulted in the teacher brining him back to reality in the middle of a lesson. Somehow, he survived his high school years. To be honest, it was probably the promise that he would be able to play hockey right after his last class. His family, on the other hand, was always encouraging to Christians athletics, even through the roughest of competition. Christmas time was always his favorite family gathering. Every year, after a warm and filling dinner, the Norbergs would go outside on Christmas Eve night to have a huge family snowball fight. Even his grandparents would get involved! It's the ice benders most vivid and warming memory, which can sometimes bring his unpredictable powers to a calm setting.


    Every bender has his breakthrough moment, where the power that was tucked away for years finally comes out for good. Christian's was during a time that he would least expect it, a hockey game. As captain and center forward for his team, he was completely focused on the game and nothing else. It was a rough game, a tournament final. Through all his nervousness and energy, ice started to spread from his fingers like sweat. Throughout the duration of the game, he had gone through three pairs of gloves and the same amount of hockey sticks. The ice made the inside of his hockey gloves an icy hell, as well slippery to handle his snowy crusted stick. It wasn't anything to noticeable to his coaches and team, but Chris very well knew something was up. But, he continued to play. Crawling down his stick was frost, and the beginning of ice that threatened to turn the whole stick into an ice cube. Once the game had ended, with two quick goals by the captain himself, his parents asked to see his stick after the talk of how many gloves and sticks he had gone though during the game. What they found was an almost fully snow covered hockey stick, with Christian glancing at it nervously. He was sent to the ACP after a few months of calming down and finishing his hockey season.
    (( FROM )) St. Paul, Minnesota
    (( FAMILY )) Joel Norberg - Father ✸ Johanna Norberg - Mother ✸ Gunnar Norberg - Elder brother ✸ Thor Norberg - Alaskan Malamute dog
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    (( DREAMS )) Become an NHL player
    (( FEARS )) Heat ✸ Traveling too far from home ✸ Letting people down ✸ Being alone
    (( TALENTS )) Cold immunity ✸ Adapting ✸ Speaking out ✸ Making friends ✸ Leading ( sometimes ) ✸ Good morale


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
    (( CRUSH )) Will develop
    (( BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND )) None
    (( ROOMMATE )) Waiting...


    (( PLOT IDEAS )) answer
    (( THEME SONG )) [color=#F5EEB8]Waiting For Love | Avicii

    (( OTHER )) [color=#F5EEB8]None
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    "Well, books are what we are getting," he addressed them all "Since all of the other books in the world are covered in the disease or burned to pieces." he looked up from his orange at everyone gathered in front of him. He popped another piece into his mouth and started chewing it, as Benji gratefully ate his peel. They should leaving soon, since a trip to the city was going to take a few hours, minus any monsters that they run into on the way there. His eyes drifted up at Kylli. Yeah, the Swede might have a small crush on her, but no one knew. Thankfully. She was very pretty, and probably one of the best mages out there. But he was captain, he couldn't get side tracked from his job. "Finish your breakfast and then we'll leave," he got his mind off of it's recent thoughts "Arya will be back in time, hopefully."
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    And she was. The girl and dog gathered three squirrels. Which was enough to feed all the animals back at camp. She usually did this hunting trip every morning to help feed the canines, as they couldn't survive of orange peels and apple seeds alone. Arya was heading back to camp when she heard them talking about the library, two squirrels in her hand and one in Ville's mouth. "I got dog food." she chirped into the conversation as she made her way out of the tall pine trees. Immediately all the animals swarmed to her, including Vivian's fox. She dropped the squirrels at her feet and let all of them get their share, and then walked over to one of the logs to sit on. "Can someone pass me an apple please?" she asked, having to raise her voice over the sound of squirrel consumption.
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    The whole time the conversation roared on, Sve had his head laid in his lap as he got back some stolen minutes of sleep. It was pretty peaceful, as no one talked too loud or nudged him awake. He was thankful for that. The Norwegian did awake once all the animals got their breakfast. His blue eyes fluttered to see Gunnar eating a squirrel tail in front of him. What a pleasant sight to see after a quick nap. Sveree let out a small sigh and lifted his head up to look at everyone. "Why do we have to leave so early?" he complained, mouth hidden by his crossed arms.
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    Oooh! You up for DenNor? I've been wanting to do for while but no one seems to like it.
    I could also do some Spamano or USUK maybe, I'm new to it though.



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    I don't have any specific plot in mind but I do have a general idea. I did a DenNor a while back and it was when they had to live in a cabin in the Norwegian mountains because all of Norway was taken over by bad guys. And they just had to do a survival in their cabin with hunting down animals and stuff and occasionally trying to take down the bad guys. Something like that would be cool.


    For Spamano and/or USUK I don't mind, but nothing too out there because I get kind uncomfortable when you get past hugging and snuggling.



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    Awesome! Feel free to bend the plot to whatever you want it to be. I think I could be okay with like on the cheek or something but beyond that is a big no. I hope your okay with that.



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    Actually I think I could do a kiss, just not make out of anything... Thanks I can't wait



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    Mathias gave a loud sigh from behind his Norwegian friend "Yup, that's it," he didn't really have anything else to say. He was tired, achy, hungry, cold, and pretty much everything felt like it was spinning. All he wanted at the time was cookies and a nap. Which is usually what a five year old would want, but what didn't he have in common with a five year old? "Well, let's go." he ran a hand through his messy golden hair, before turning the worn out knob on the wooden door.


    Well... It wasn't exactly the cleanest place he had ever laid eyes on, but what did you expect from a cabin in the middle of the mountains. The kitchen looked like something from a cavemen movie, with fire burning stove instead of gas. And the family room simply had a single couch, nothing more nothing less. There was a hallway leading to the bedrooms, at least that's what he thought. It was all cozy, to say the least. Well, there was a fridge, and the Dane ran right towards it. He opened it with his usual bright blue gaze and opened mouth. Inside wasn't much, but enough to keep him full for a while. There was milk, probably expired, leftover pizza, jams, and other stuff that he didn't really seem to care about. Although, Mathias dove into the pizza.


    He took a slice and shoved it into his mouth and kept another in his other hand. He turned around with tomato sauce all over his face, but he kept on chewing. The blonde kept his gaze on Lukas, putting the second piece in front of him as an offer. "It's not that bad," he looked down at the slice, with wide eyes "Probably expired, but eh." he shrugged, a small smile growing.



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    Can't wait to start roleplaying, great thread idea btw!



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    Bumppp



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