Arinbjörn

[izzy1]

arinbjörn



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS IZZY
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET EIGHTEEN YEARS
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 4-5 YEARS YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE NONEXISTANT
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS CHEAT AND DIE!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hits the ground

[/b] Arinbjörn
NICKNAMES: Arn/Bjorn
AGE: One Thousand Seven Hundred and Eighteen Years Old
GENDER: Male
RACE: Múspellsmegir
CLASS: A
PLAY BY: Ottoki Otoya - Uta No Prince Sama[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Hazel
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Pale
BODY: Well toned, slim.
UNUSUAL: Tattoo on the left arm.
OTHER FORM: His other form, as most obviously denoted by his race, is nearly five times the size of his original, with greatly increased muscle density. In this form, his hair actually becomes flames, and burns intensely on his head.
APPEARANCE: Björn usually looks like any human, with very few distinguishing characteristics to mark him apart from them. It should be noted that one of the few telltales occurs in the dark, when his hazel eyes flicker brightly, as if imbued with their own flame. Apart from that, he retains the appearance of a young human, with pale skin and flame red hair. He stands approximately six feet, two inches tall, with well developed muscles and weathered skin. He bears an intricate tribal tattoo on his left arm. This tattoo remains in his alternate form. For clothing, Björn can generally be found in a long sleeve shirt and tie, usually tucked into a pair of slacks, though in times of stress, he occasionally neglects to tuck the shirt in. When classes are not in session, he dresses down slightly, forgoing the tie and the slacks in favor of an unbuttoned shirt and jeans. In the sunlight, his hair shines like flame, but in wetter and colder weather, it loses its luster and sits weakly on the top of his head. His eyes grow darker, less vibrant, and even his posture denotes a lack of energy.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night whats left to lose

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• Quiet
  
• Reading
  
• Watching the world change
  
• Swordplay
  
• Music
  
• History

DISLIKES:

• The Cold
  
• The Rain
  
• Aggressive Individuals
  
• Rules
  
• His Father
  
• Rushing

STRENGTHS:

• Physically much stronger than humans, especially in his other form.
  
• Retains a massive amount of knowledge from his long life.
  
• Immune to fire and any level of heat

WEAKNESSES:

• Weak in cold and wet weather
  
• Can only use his other form sparingly
  
• Due to his extended life, tends to take much more time to think.

SECRETS: Son of a participant in the battle at Ragnarok.
OVERALL: Arinbjörn is generally a quiet, detached individual. He spends much of his time reading, or more usually, re-reading most of the academy's vast library. He isn't against striking up a conversation if another person wants one, but he often thinks a little too much before he speaks. He is, at heart, a warm and caring individual, his personality like the calming warmth of a flame. On the other hand, if provoked, he can be subject to extreme bouts of rage. He wrestles against this more violent side of his personality often, driving it deep into his mind through sheer force of will. Although the flames of anger can drive him, he strives at most times to be a more quiet, logical individual. Most of his personality can be described by fire itself, usually warm and comforting, but if driven out of control, his rage is abnormally destructive. When not reading or studying, he often enters a state of almost zen meditation, controlling the rolling flames within himself. For a while after this, he is oddly calm and lucid, but this state wears off in a few hours. [/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone well wait til somethings wrong

[/b] Morja, unknown, deceased.
FATHER: Ulthork, unknown, deceased.
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER PEOPLE: None
HISTORY: Born to two Múspellsmegir in the years after the mythical battle of Ragnarok, Arinbjörn grew up with his mother, his father having left shortly after impregnating her. This led to an intense dislike for his father, one which he nurtured in his youth. Like most young fire giants, after he grew to his adult form, his mother left, relinquishing her care of him. He spent several centuries traveling the world, learning of the burgeoning cultures that it held. His mastery of languages grew in time, as did his appreciation of the various cultures of the world. From time to time, he disguised himself, partaking in human affairs for brief segments in his history. He even took sides in various wars and battles, but never remained for long. Over the years, he kept himself familiar with the changes and intricacies of human nature, learning further languages and customs.

He lived through the Greek and Roman empires, the Dark Ages, and contributed several items anonymously to the Italian Renaissance. Arinbjörn was one of the original settlers to set foot in America, despite having already visited the continent several times over the years. He has kept several different names and identities as a way of masking his true nature from any of the people he has interacted with over the years. For a time, he lived in the burgeoning nation, but wanderlust set in again soon, and he left for other locations, including China, Russia, and many sections of Africa. At certain times, he grew weary of the human's constant drive to change, and separated himself from them, traveling alone in the wilderness in an effort to find himself again.

He always returned, either from lack of a better option, or from sheer boredom in search of something new to do. At this point in time, his fluency with languages had expanded to the point where he was fully able to speak almost all spoken languages on the planet, including a mimicry of the proper accent. Upon learning of the Akashibai Academy, he realized that the institute piqued his interest, and applied to be a student. Upon acceptance, he moved in, familiarizing himself with the greater amount of races contained there, some of which he had never encountered before. [/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] I talked to Roxi about making this character.
RP SAMPLE:Day in and day out, nothing changed. Time passed, but the constants failed to shift. Vampires still drank blood, werewolves were still hunted across the world. The sun rose and set, and dread creatures stalked the streets at night. But they were not the only ones. After all, New Orleans was a city, and like any other city, it had a nightlife that many were loath to admit existed. The Red Light District worked 24/7, the working girls and boys changing with the sun and moon to cater to the shifting clientele. Some shops opened at sunrise, others at sunset. Sins were committed, night or day, vampire or human. Some were worse than others, but sins, after all, were sins. It was a good thing that the Catholic church didn't cater to the majority of non-human existences, otherwise confessions would be the most popular hobby in the city.

For the last few months, life had continued much the same as it always had. People disappeared, investigations were mounted, and eventually dropped when they couldn't find any leads. Everyone knew the truth, but without enough evidence, they wouldn't, or couldn't, do anything. It was the sad truth of the world. Those without knowledge were held in check, unable to progress, trapped by the ignorance that they held so close. After all, they didn't want to know the truth. The truth was almost always accompanied by pain. Pain so coarse and twisted that to feel it was too much. After all, death was a terrible thing, even for those who passed by it daily. It was the nature of living beings to survive, and when even that was taken away, there was nothing left but the pain. The pain, the terror, and the dreadful, sinking knowledge of the end. Humans had always struggled against the end. When one of their loved ones found it, denial was the first thing to rise to their mind.

With a sigh, Mikael Dorony cleared the train of thought from his mind. He was beginning to depress himself with all these morbid thoughts. Probably his fault for reading that philosophical treatise on the value of life between the different species. It had been written by a human, but his views had been quite tasteless. Far too morbid for his normal reading. It had been with great relief that he finally placed the volume back on its shelf. Then, to clear his mind, he had gone for a run. It had worked for a while, but niggling thoughts kept pushing into his mind. He was not, by nature, someone that thought about death. He much preferred living, focusing on the living, and how that life could be preserved. His library at home was extensive, focusing on topics from the physical to the ethereal.Of course, one could only read that many books if one had the time, but if there was anything he had, it was time.

Immaculately clad in a sleek business suit, he strode the night streets, hands in his pockets, eyes always searching. The streets were busy as always, populated by those who felt that the risk of the night was worth the fun that could be had. The restaurants were still open, but they served a different menu now. Life, in its vibrant and varied intensity, swirled through the streets of the city, and Mik watched it go, his eyes always watching, marking the changes, the shifts in emotion. Just like a junkie searched for their fix, the addicts searched for the vampires, needing the pierce of teeth through their skin, the rush of elation that followed. Poor junkies, they didn't know that the vampires that fed their need were just as pitiable as they were.

He drew to a stop at a street corner, waiting for the light to change. Humans and their endless technological inventions. It had been humans that wanted to fly like the birds, and they had chased that dream until they could. Humans had wanted to cross the ocean, humans had wanted to travel faster than their feet could carry them. So many technologies, so many dreams... They didn't want to stop. Either way, it didn't matter. They would continue to live, and so would he. That was simply the way the city worked. Sometimes easy, sometimes harsh, but it was always alive.
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