Post by Berwald Oxtenstierna on Mar 22, 2012 0:43:59 GMT -5
IC
Character Name: Berwald Oxtenstierna
Nationality: Swedish
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6, 1985
Age: 27
Education:
Occupation:
Family:
Hometown: Skellefteå, Sweden
Starting Town: DublinStockholm or go home
Brief History:
Berwald is a child born out of wedlock to a teenage mother and father who were not financially, or morally ready to keep him. Both parents made the executive decision, that instead of an abortion it would do them all good to put the baby up for adoption; and that is just what they did. Right before they did, they gave him only his first name.
Barely a year old, Berwald was admitted into a Swedish Adoption home; where he learned his alphabet, reading, writing, mathematics, and a little bit of English. As he grew up, he found it difficult to fit in with his peers at the agency.
Only six at the time, some were either too old for him (( the angsty melodramatic teenagers )) too young, (( the toddlers that could barely stand let alone walk and still thought being potty-trained was their diaper )) The girls (( who were too emotional )) . The boys ((who were too rough )), and then the adults. To be frank, Berwald had nobody to talk to, and the longer he did not the longer he became mute and reclusive. Spending time alone in his tiny dorm room he shared with other kids, and finding solace in studying rather than being outside to play.
Many caretakers would try and approach the Swedish boy, inquiring why he was so mute and quiet; usually giving up upon recieving no answer and no sort of ... emotion. His eyes seemed dead, as if a ghost was living in a child's body. When parents seeking children came, they were slightly afraid of Berwald. A child wearing such a heavy, stoic expression made them not want him, and soon, years after years had passed.
At the age of eighth, Berwald became attached to one of the caretaker's at the agency. Synmove Oxtenstierna; who adopted him legally once he hit his ninth birthday. The pair moved out of the agency and settled down in a quaint home in Skellefteå. Continuing the studies from the adoption agency, Synmove home-schooled Berwald until he was twelve.
Berwald spent all of his time with 'Mama Sve'; gardening, baking, watching his favorite cartoons, writing and studying. Against his will, and with constant convincing from Mama Sve ((aka physically pushing him onto the bus )), Berwald started school with other people at thirteen. He had exceptional grades and marks; but barely interracted with anybody and made no friends. Minus one boy, who became Berwald's first crush.
The Swede never acted on his feelings, trying to sort them out when Mama Sve gave him the simple answer.
Berwald was gay.
Though, this would come as a shocking realization to most highschool sophomores, Berwald just ... felt the same. No sudden revelation, no shock to his world or change in his lifestyle; he just continued with his world and carried on as normally. He often spent his time writing, studying, and working in the tiny bakery owned by Synmove.
Berwald joined his high school hockey team as a side hobby, a suggestion by his mother since he didn't go out much or have any friends. The roughness of the sport, the agility on ice, most importantly the lack of ... basic interaction, made the sport a natural talent for the Swede. Soon enough, he enjoyed playing hockey and carried the extracurricular activity with him to college.
Berwald did not want to move from home, Mama Sve encouraged him to go to a university away from home, just so he can learn a bit of independence.
Though Berwald was studying Business Management because it seemed like a normal, stable major, and he'd be able to make enough money to pay back his loans and make a life to carry Synmove into retirement; he was scouted while in University for the Tre Kronor Ice Hockey team; only being twenty at the time.
Soon enough, Berwald joined the team, basically for ... money. Knowing Synmove was getting older and older, and wanting her to retire finally and settle down. Overtime, the team earned constant gold medals, the Swedish team being the first team in history to earn two gold medals in one year; on home turf and in the Olympics.
The bigger his salary got, the more Berwald spent on his mother. Buying her a home in Stockholm near his own house (( since she initially refused to move back in with him, he merely moved her right next to him )).
With the combination of his agility on thin ice, and his business saavy mind, Berwald is next to unstoppable.
((Suck on that, Mathaias.))
Personality:
Berwald is a bit of a shy, introverted kind of man. Despite his profession, he prefers quiet, clean places and takes joy in menial tasks such as baking, decorating, and cleaning.
Berwald is a man of few words, little to none and when he does actually speak, people usually have trouble understanding him due to his heavy accent, baritone voice, and speech impedement. He does not like carrying conversations on longer than they need to be, and is more of a kind of man to speak with his actions. The Swede is also very affectionate when he doesn't mean to be, since he has trouble expressing himself verbally, he does so physically. He will put his hands on people he's never met or just met, whether on their shoulder, arm, head (( since he's so giant )). His social awkwardness is something he's been dealing with since he was a child, and since people are too afraid to tell him his behavior is strange otherwise, he keeps doing what he does thinking it's right.
Berwald is also a headstrong, determined person, which is good sometimes but due to a lack of normal social skills, he does not know to limit to his determination. In which case, if he wants to go to a certain school or want a particular job, he will get it. If he wants to date somebody, but they don't like him, he will find a way. He also tends to scare some people with how forward he is.
The Swede carries himself with class whenever possible, though more often than not he finds it easy to lose his temper when pushed far enough by a certain Dane; who seems to be the only one able to grind his patience so thin. When he does lose his temper, though, he immediately regrets it afterward, kind of like a scolded child and always thinks 'What would Mama Sve think if she saw me ... ?'
That being said, Berwald is a bit of a momma's boy. He checks in with his mother periodically, finding her to be one of the few people, if not the only one, he can talk to for hours on end.
Appearance:
Berwald has a long face with a firm jaw and thin, tight lips that are 99.9% in a straight line. Platinum blonde hair frames his hollow cheekbones and a tiny fringe forehead that rest just above his thick-rimmed glasses.
The Swede stands at a solid 6 feet and 4 inches, with broad shoulders and a solid build due to strenuous exercise, diet, and practice. He has firm, taut muscles topped with large hands, and equally long legs, which is an intimidating factor for most people.
Lastly, he has icy blue eyes that are often stoic and convey no sort of emotion whatsoever. And if you can find some in there, good luck.
Fashion Style:
[li]Sweater Vests
[/li][li]Turtle Neck Sweaters
[/li][li] Long sleeved- button downs.
Bottoms:
[/li][li]Slacks of neutral colors (( Gray, Black, Beige ))
[/li][li] Ever rarely, jeans.
Accesories:
[/li][li] Glasses
[/li][li] Black Belts
Shoes:
[/li][li] Designer Dress Shoes
[/li][li] Casual Dress Shoes
[/li][li] (( Visually, there is no difference ))
Berwald doesn't dress to be fashionable, but he is well aware of happening trends and knows a thing or two about fashion. What outfits fit certain people and what exencuates what. Even when Berwald isn't trying hard at all, he looks exceptionally dressed; even in normal places like the supermarket, school, or his own home.
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Goals: Despite his fortune, Berwald's really just wants to settle down. Get married and raise children.
Secret:
RP Sample:
She had long, platinum blonde locks that easily framed her obviously aged face. Her nose was small, buttoned down with thin, pink lips that spoke a soft, velvet tone. Inviting and alluring all at once.
"Mitt namn är Synmove... men du kan kalla mig Sve"
My name is Synmove ... but you can call me 'Sve'
A beautiful, thirty-four year old who barely looked over the age of twenty-three; cursed with a disorder that would thus take away her ability to have children. Cursed with the constant, heavy burden, a building pressure by a man who left her because of the disorder. ,Anyone could wonder, why would something so unnerving befall such a sweet, delicate woman. However, under different circumstances, Berwald technically found himself thankful of both their hopeless situations.
She came to him, even when his nose was buried in his books of Swedish Literature and when he barely casted her a second glance. Squinting every five seconds since the print was so small and his vision seemed to be worsening the older he got.
But she didn't bombard him with questions regarding to his mute state, or pry into his life, forcefully trying to peel away his layers in order to remotely understand him.
She was different.
"Var inte rädd"
Don't be afraid.
And for the first time, Berwald wasn't.
Without uttering a single word; ice cold cerulean gazes locked with each other. He could see a gorgeously aged woman, with platinum blonde tied back into a messy bun, and the tiniest hint of crow's feet that blended in easily with creamy skin; only visible when she flashed that thin, inviting smile.
He closed his book, and left it on the table. The eight-year old curled tiny fingers around a femenine hand much bigger than his.
He held onto her.
And he never let go.[/size]
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OOC[/size][/color]
Name: Sushi
Age: Eighteen.
Contact Info: Chatango (( CinammonBunsofSteel))
Website: www.sushiprone.tumblr.com
Other: Noooope ! :D
Character Name: Berwald Oxtenstierna
Nationality: Swedish
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6, 1985
Age: 27
Education:
- Berwald was briefly home schooled from the age of 5 to 12, and once he reached thirteen is the first time he attended a general highschool with other children. He graduated with a highschool diploma. (( Class of '93 ))
- Berwald attended the University of Stockholm with a bachelor's in Business Management.
Occupation:
Family:
- Parents: Unidentified
- Adoptive Mother: Symnove "Sve" Oxtenstierna
Hometown: Skellefteå, Sweden
Starting Town: Dublin
Brief History:
Berwald is a child born out of wedlock to a teenage mother and father who were not financially, or morally ready to keep him. Both parents made the executive decision, that instead of an abortion it would do them all good to put the baby up for adoption; and that is just what they did. Right before they did, they gave him only his first name.
Barely a year old, Berwald was admitted into a Swedish Adoption home; where he learned his alphabet, reading, writing, mathematics, and a little bit of English. As he grew up, he found it difficult to fit in with his peers at the agency.
Only six at the time, some were either too old for him (( the angsty melodramatic teenagers )) too young, (( the toddlers that could barely stand let alone walk and still thought being potty-trained was their diaper )) The girls (( who were too emotional )) . The boys ((who were too rough )), and then the adults. To be frank, Berwald had nobody to talk to, and the longer he did not the longer he became mute and reclusive. Spending time alone in his tiny dorm room he shared with other kids, and finding solace in studying rather than being outside to play.
Many caretakers would try and approach the Swedish boy, inquiring why he was so mute and quiet; usually giving up upon recieving no answer and no sort of ... emotion. His eyes seemed dead, as if a ghost was living in a child's body. When parents seeking children came, they were slightly afraid of Berwald. A child wearing such a heavy, stoic expression made them not want him, and soon, years after years had passed.
At the age of eighth, Berwald became attached to one of the caretaker's at the agency. Synmove Oxtenstierna; who adopted him legally once he hit his ninth birthday. The pair moved out of the agency and settled down in a quaint home in Skellefteå. Continuing the studies from the adoption agency, Synmove home-schooled Berwald until he was twelve.
Berwald spent all of his time with 'Mama Sve'; gardening, baking, watching his favorite cartoons, writing and studying. Against his will, and with constant convincing from Mama Sve ((aka physically pushing him onto the bus )), Berwald started school with other people at thirteen. He had exceptional grades and marks; but barely interracted with anybody and made no friends. Minus one boy, who became Berwald's first crush.
The Swede never acted on his feelings, trying to sort them out when Mama Sve gave him the simple answer.
Berwald was gay.
Though, this would come as a shocking realization to most highschool sophomores, Berwald just ... felt the same. No sudden revelation, no shock to his world or change in his lifestyle; he just continued with his world and carried on as normally. He often spent his time writing, studying, and working in the tiny bakery owned by Synmove.
Berwald joined his high school hockey team as a side hobby, a suggestion by his mother since he didn't go out much or have any friends. The roughness of the sport, the agility on ice, most importantly the lack of ... basic interaction, made the sport a natural talent for the Swede. Soon enough, he enjoyed playing hockey and carried the extracurricular activity with him to college.
Berwald did not want to move from home, Mama Sve encouraged him to go to a university away from home, just so he can learn a bit of independence.
Though Berwald was studying Business Management because it seemed like a normal, stable major, and he'd be able to make enough money to pay back his loans and make a life to carry Synmove into retirement; he was scouted while in University for the Tre Kronor Ice Hockey team; only being twenty at the time.
Soon enough, Berwald joined the team, basically for ... money. Knowing Synmove was getting older and older, and wanting her to retire finally and settle down. Overtime, the team earned constant gold medals, the Swedish team being the first team in history to earn two gold medals in one year; on home turf and in the Olympics.
The bigger his salary got, the more Berwald spent on his mother. Buying her a home in Stockholm near his own house (( since she initially refused to move back in with him, he merely moved her right next to him )).
With the combination of his agility on thin ice, and his business saavy mind, Berwald is next to unstoppable.
((Suck on that, Mathaias.))
Personality:
Berwald is a bit of a shy, introverted kind of man. Despite his profession, he prefers quiet, clean places and takes joy in menial tasks such as baking, decorating, and cleaning.
Berwald is a man of few words, little to none and when he does actually speak, people usually have trouble understanding him due to his heavy accent, baritone voice, and speech impedement. He does not like carrying conversations on longer than they need to be, and is more of a kind of man to speak with his actions. The Swede is also very affectionate when he doesn't mean to be, since he has trouble expressing himself verbally, he does so physically. He will put his hands on people he's never met or just met, whether on their shoulder, arm, head (( since he's so giant )). His social awkwardness is something he's been dealing with since he was a child, and since people are too afraid to tell him his behavior is strange otherwise, he keeps doing what he does thinking it's right.
Berwald is also a headstrong, determined person, which is good sometimes but due to a lack of normal social skills, he does not know to limit to his determination. In which case, if he wants to go to a certain school or want a particular job, he will get it. If he wants to date somebody, but they don't like him, he will find a way. He also tends to scare some people with how forward he is.
The Swede carries himself with class whenever possible, though more often than not he finds it easy to lose his temper when pushed far enough by a certain Dane; who seems to be the only one able to grind his patience so thin. When he does lose his temper, though, he immediately regrets it afterward, kind of like a scolded child and always thinks 'What would Mama Sve think if she saw me ... ?'
That being said, Berwald is a bit of a momma's boy. He checks in with his mother periodically, finding her to be one of the few people, if not the only one, he can talk to for hours on end.
Appearance:
Berwald has a long face with a firm jaw and thin, tight lips that are 99.9% in a straight line. Platinum blonde hair frames his hollow cheekbones and a tiny fringe forehead that rest just above his thick-rimmed glasses.
The Swede stands at a solid 6 feet and 4 inches, with broad shoulders and a solid build due to strenuous exercise, diet, and practice. He has firm, taut muscles topped with large hands, and equally long legs, which is an intimidating factor for most people.
Lastly, he has icy blue eyes that are often stoic and convey no sort of emotion whatsoever. And if you can find some in there, good luck.
Fashion Style:
[li]Sweater Vests
[/li][li]Turtle Neck Sweaters
[/li][li] Long sleeved- button downs.
Bottoms:
[/li][li]Slacks of neutral colors (( Gray, Black, Beige ))
[/li][li] Ever rarely, jeans.
Accesories:
[/li][li] Glasses
[/li][li] Black Belts
Shoes:
[/li][li] Designer Dress Shoes
[/li][li] Casual Dress Shoes
[/li][li] (( Visually, there is no difference ))
Berwald doesn't dress to be fashionable, but he is well aware of happening trends and knows a thing or two about fashion. What outfits fit certain people and what exencuates what. Even when Berwald isn't trying hard at all, he looks exceptionally dressed; even in normal places like the supermarket, school, or his own home.
[/li][/ul]
Goals: Despite his fortune, Berwald's really just wants to settle down. Get married and raise children.
Secret:
- The reason Berwald speaks the way he does is due to a speech impedement he got when he was four. There is no real cause, since the human brain randomly screws with you like that. He has trouble pronouncing vowels, and has to try really hard to do so.
Languages like English, Spanish, Italian, that involve many of them, are hard for him to speak. Though he understands them fluently. That is why he mostly speaks Swedish. - Berwald actually dreams of getting married, and adopting a child.
Other: - It may not appear obvious, but Berwald is actually a very good dancer. Despite his height, he is very agile and can dance ballroom, waltz, even clubbing.
- Berwald is a mama's boy. And he thinks nothing of being so attached to her.
- Berwald likes to bake. And while he's cooking, he doesn't allow anybody in the kitchen.
- Because he studied business, Berwald also makes tiny investments here and there in IKEA. You know, stocks and junk.
- Berwald owns a four-month old white Maltese puppy named 'Hanatamago'.
RP Sample:
She had long, platinum blonde locks that easily framed her obviously aged face. Her nose was small, buttoned down with thin, pink lips that spoke a soft, velvet tone. Inviting and alluring all at once.
"Mitt namn är Synmove... men du kan kalla mig Sve"
My name is Synmove ... but you can call me 'Sve'
A beautiful, thirty-four year old who barely looked over the age of twenty-three; cursed with a disorder that would thus take away her ability to have children. Cursed with the constant, heavy burden, a building pressure by a man who left her because of the disorder. ,Anyone could wonder, why would something so unnerving befall such a sweet, delicate woman. However, under different circumstances, Berwald technically found himself thankful of both their hopeless situations.
She came to him, even when his nose was buried in his books of Swedish Literature and when he barely casted her a second glance. Squinting every five seconds since the print was so small and his vision seemed to be worsening the older he got.
But she didn't bombard him with questions regarding to his mute state, or pry into his life, forcefully trying to peel away his layers in order to remotely understand him.
She was different.
"Var inte rädd"
Don't be afraid.
And for the first time, Berwald wasn't.
Without uttering a single word; ice cold cerulean gazes locked with each other. He could see a gorgeously aged woman, with platinum blonde tied back into a messy bun, and the tiniest hint of crow's feet that blended in easily with creamy skin; only visible when she flashed that thin, inviting smile.
He closed his book, and left it on the table. The eight-year old curled tiny fingers around a femenine hand much bigger than his.
He held onto her.
And he never let go.[/size]
[/color]
OOC[/size][/color]
Name: Sushi
Age: Eighteen.
Contact Info: Chatango (( CinammonBunsofSteel))
Website: www.sushiprone.tumblr.com
Other: Noooope ! :D
It's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
and there's not much love to go around
Can't you see ?
This is the Land of Confusion
Too many people
Making too many problems
and there's not much love to go around
Can't you see ?
This is the Land of Confusion