Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 21:41:19 GMT 1
Finn Löfgren
NAME: Finn Löfgren, Finn the Brash, Finn Son of Calder the Mountain Slayer, Finn-Finn-Kick-Him-In-The-Shin! (by his little sister)
AGE: 15
OCCUPATION: Viking in Training
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male, Confused
LIKES: Finn enjoys the forest and the sea, rough-housing, pumpkins, hardy meals, boating, exploring, and all the best of viking activities.
DISLIKES: Finn can't stand pumpkin thieves, wussies and whiners, poorly cooked meals, fog and clouds (hard to navigate) and good manners.
STRENGTHS: The boy makes for a rowdy viking! He's rough, disorderly and can raise his voice and make quite the viking-like shout, which would be terrifying if he wasn't, well... him. He's also pretty handy with a hatchet, has strong legs and is quite the pumpkin farmer. Finn's got a knack for navigating, which helps a lot when he's out on the ocean, or wandering the island.
WEAKNESSES: Among other things, Finn is easily annoyed and has a terrible temper. What a keeper, right ladies? Arrogant, quick to anger and act without thinking, this young gent gets himself into some tough situations nearly every day. When something just can't seem to go right, he's likely to throw a big ol' fit. Going along with his terrible habit of not thinking, he often jumps into a situation and is extremely stubborn about most things. This obviously doesn't do him too well in the friend department. Finn can also come off as a bit cocky, all due to his lack of real self esteem. In terms of physical attributes, he's often considered too thin for a 'good viking', and when he gets sick, it can be disastrous for his body, especially in Winter. Furthermore, Finn bruises easily and has poor abilities at befriending dragons.
FEARS: Finn fears ever being a barely passable viking, causing him to go to the extremes of the lifestyle. His father, Calder the Brave, offers a great something to measure up to, so he's constantly trying to be rough, rowdy and hides any speck of weakness the best he can.
Finn has an awful dread of his own feelings which leads him to repress how his real sentiments. This applies in the strongest sense to his romantic feelings, which confuse him to no end. Most of all, Finn has a secret fear of the awful stories of monstrosities that he was told as a child, like the 'Great Gaggling Goose-Beast of Murky Water Lake' and the werewolves that'll eat you up if you don't finish up your dinner. Of course, he'd never own up to this fear...
AMBITIONS: Finn hopes to one day become an incredibly large and strong viking man, although often believes life might be easier if he were to just follow in the footsteps of mothers family, which is mainly made up of farmers. He's also hopeful of one day setting sail with the greatest of the vikings on Berk, heading out towards new lands and fighting incredible beasts. Although quite unrealistic, he believes that if he were to tame a great beast of a dragon that he would be respected by all those around him. For this, he hopes to one day befriend a dragon like no other, however for the moment he remains without one. Exceeding all other hopes and desires, Finn wishes for a best friend. Loneliness is a terrible thing, especially when you can't truly express yourself.
SECRETS: As odd as it sounds, this rough and hardy boy has an affinity for the gentler things in life. Soft skin, nice hair, little plants... He keeps this particular secret locked up deep in his chest of repressed feelings, though, thinking it unbecoming. Most importantly, he keeps his feelings of the romantic persuasion under lock and key. Thor forbid if anyone ever found out about those terrible things. To a lesser extent, he also secretly believes in the old maid's tales of monsters in the woods, that'll eat you up at night. How silly, what kind of monsters would tolerate living around dragons, right?
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Simply put, Finn can be summed up into one word. However, that word is extremely inappropriate and so I will refrain from using it! However, he can be more thoroughly described with kinder words, which is the entire point of this, isn't it? As a young viking, he has been taught to belch, yell, rough house and wrestle with the best of them. He's loud and bothersome, nosey, rude, often angry, stubborn and a tad dirty minded. This all evens out to make quite the young gentleman, naturally. However coarse his personality may seem, he does seem to have some redeeming qualities. Like his affinity for the small and delicate pleasures of life, and gentleness with the tiniest of creatures. In general, Finn tends to be fairly unpleasant and fights fairly often. All this adds up to create the fantastic, wonderful, bubbly child Berk knows and loves- just kidding! In fact, Finn-Finn-Kick-Him-In-The-Shin makes terrible jokes, doesn't have much of a sense for when he offends someone and is irked by many, many things. It's a wonder anyone likes him at all.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Picture a young man, strong and clean with charming qualities and tidy hair. That young man is most definitely not Finn. In fact, Finn has dirty blonde hair which curls and twists, not aided by the fact he nearly never combs it. His ears stick out rather oddly, and his eyes are the colour of well-watered mud. His skin is pale and fair with an occasional freckle dotting its surface. It is often bruised, cut and dirty, and if commented on he will flash you a smile before giving you a quick shove to the gut, telling you to "Quit flatterin' me!" which gives you a good description of how he sees himself. His eyebrows are nearly always furrowed, and he is prone to scowling. When he does smile, however, it is not terribly crooked, however he is missing two teeth in the back of his mouth. Thanks to the wonderful dental care system present on Berk, they were rightly replaced with two rocks, shaven down to fit in just right! Finn is tall and lanky, and he is usually found in furs, skins and greenish-hued frocks. He's got a button-like nose and pink coloured cheeks, however that's the last of the rosey complexion he inherited from his mother. Nearly everything else about him resembles a young version of his father, albeit much smaller. One of his more unique traits is the terrible scar which lines down the right side of his back, caused by a terrible encounter with a feral dragon as a child.
HISTORY
Finn was born in the lightest of snow falls that Berk had seen that whole year, with gentle flakes just barely floating down and coating the island with a fluffy blanket of pristine white. His family home was warm and quiet that night. His father, Calder, had sat with his mother all night long, waiting patiently for his first born to come into the world. Gunnhild was laid out upon the softest of sheepskins that their small mountain household could find. Calder and Gunnhild were only a young couple at the time, and they had been trying for so long for a child. Gunnhild believed herself to be cursed, however they had finally achieved what seemed so impossible. Through hours of labour, a small child had been brought onto the island of Berk. He was terribly small, and the family simply could not give him a name until they were sure of his survival, for this was the tradition. He was a peaceful child, without much fuss to offer, but very ill. Within days it seemed like he would not make it, and yet his mother and father constantly coddled and cared for him, he only grew worse.
They decided the only option was to take him to see the village elder, Fhinnka, in hopes she would aid the sickly child. She gave them a blessing along with a curious paste which was meant to bring him new life. The babe's health vastly improved, and in honour of the elder, they named him Finn.
He was happy, bubbly and laughed constantly! Calder's rough and cold heart was thawed by his mere presence, and his mother could not have enough of the boy. For his first years, the village often referred to him as 'the bear's boy', due to his father's rough love for him. He was an early walker, and a faster climber. He was running around in no time, sticking nearly everything in his mouth. As a young boy, he was immensely fond of dragons, however they found him to be quite irksome. Finn was slow with the more intellectual parts of growing up, especially writing and reading. He could not stand the activities at all, and avoided them at all costs.
As Finn grew, he became more and more curious, often getting into trouble. His parents kept him quite isolated, mainly due to Calder often being out at sea or hunting, and Gunnhild keeping busy in the home with his young sister, Yilmni, born four years after Finn. At this point he was still of a kind demeanor, happy and adventurous.
This did not last for long. On a warm autumn night, light only by the faint stars in the sky, Finn wandered too far from the hearth of his home as his mother tended to Yilmni. The air was thick and smelled of the pumpkins in the fields. His leather-covered feet carried him into the forest, following the lights that burst from the pine trees every now and then. Bright lights met bright eyes as he came across a wild dragon, much different from those of his parents. This dragon had sweeping wings and a twisting tail, red as burnt clay and large as a boat. It was a Monstrous Nightmare, and the young boy had never seen anything so brilliant. He immediately approached it, and reached out his arm to the creature. The hum of the forest ceased at the crunch of his feet on the forest floor, and something seemed wrong. As his palm touched the burning-red scales of the dragon, it burst violently up from the ground, knocking the boy to the seat of his slacks. It twisted upon him, and it became clear to the boy that it was quite feral. His muddy-coloured eyes grew wide in shock and he attempted to run, only to be tripped by a root. Finn had never been so terrified, and as the musty smell of the burnt wood and moss filled his nostrils, he could think of only one thing; he had to escape. His limbs felt like pudding, and the young viking truly believed his short life was about to end. Launching from the ground, Finn had a short time in which he could escape. The dragon grabbed for him as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and with this it dragged its claw down the right side of his back. He bled profusely and his body fell like a rock to the dirt of the forest floor. As he faded to sleep he felt himself be hastily picked up by a great burly man, then carried off from the dangers of forest.
He awoke the next morning alone in his home. The palms of his bare feet touched the cold birch-wood floors, and as he stepped along the empty rooms his eyes scanned for his mother. The child wandered from the cabin, and what was brought to his eyes horrified him. He saw the immense body of the Monstrous Nightmare, now slain, laid out along the half-harvested fields of gourds.
From this incident forward, Finn was always brought with his father out on trips. He was taught to no longer be delicate nor gentle, as this was unbecoming of a viking. The young viking was brought up on the tales and lore of Berk, as Calder believed that it no was acceptable for his boy to go without the stories which would teach him the morals needed to be an acceptable man. So, Finn became harsh, loud, rough and angry, just as his father wished. He made for a very good viking, despite his thin waist and flimsy arms. He spat and belched and punched and drank with his father, hunting beasts and setting sail and even accompanying him on the occasional dragon ride. Calder enjoyed the company of his son, and Finn was the pride in his father's eyes. The boy admired his father profusely, and could not see any fault in his ways.
Eventually came the day in which Finn would be entered in viking training. Although he was already quite the budding barbarian of a boy, he had barely spent any time with the other children of Berk. It was by the order of his mother, in fact, that he was to begin training at all. Gunnhild thought he may become some sort of freak-child, only being in the company of his father and the men of the island.
Finn now finds himself beginning training without company or friends, and for the first time in his life he's not quite sure he's got enough in him to impress his father, and most importantly, to fit in.
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WEAPON OF CHOICE: One of his most prized posessions is his light-weight hatchet, with a blade crafted entirely out of dark black stone. Its got a light brown leather wrapped handle, with several small pebbles hanging off the bottom, tied on with strings slipped through holes in their center.
FIGHTING STYLE: Finn is light on his feet and quick to move, and tends to prefer to use burly swings of the hatchet to the back or a knock to the head with the base of the tool to defeat any enemies. However, he is terribly un-experienced with winning fights, so he's more of a runner than a true fighter. In the opportunity that he does engage in battle, he'll jump around and wear the enemy out with pure exhaustion.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ********************
CBOX NAME: Lane
