Post by Knut-Erik Sørensen on Mar 17, 2011 19:19:29 GMT -5
Knut-Erik Sørensen
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[/center]( WHO ARE THE TREASURED AND THE PRIZED? )
who is the apple of God's eye?
[/color][/center]who is the apple of God's eye?
WHERE DID YOU FIND US • I was totally kidnapped
CONTACTS • pm is fine.
OTHER CHARACTERS • Netherlands
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( WHO IS? )
We are, we are, we are!
[/color][/center]We are, we are, we are!
NATION • Norway
GENDER • male
NICKNAMES • (He doesn't really understand the concept of nicknames, but will probably answer to 'Knut' or some other rendition of his name)
AGE • 8
SKILL • Espionage [/SIZE][/color]
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( WHO ARE THE ONES WHO BEAR HIS NAME? )
who are the children he's claimed as his?
[/color][/center]who are the children he's claimed as his?
EYES • Azure
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT • Height: 124 cm, Weight: 35 kg
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES • often has a far away, glazed look on his eyes, always wears a cross shaped barrette and really likes the colour blue
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( WE ARE, WE ARE, WE ARE! )
the ones, God has sent his son to rescue
[/color][/center]the ones, God has sent his son to rescue
+ Hot chocolate
+ Swimming
+ the sea
+ his 'friends' the faeries and trolls
+ Nature / The outdoors
+ Reading
+ The smell of coffee
+ Skiing and ice-skating
+ Camping
+ Making small boats and wooden swords
+ traditional food like porridge, stews, fish, 'kumler'/potato dumplings and kransekake
DISLIKES •
- Unfamiliar people
- Hospitals
- Big cities
- Loud noises
- People getting to close too quickly
- Adults picking him up without his consent
- the taste of coffee
- People denying the existence of the 'occult'
- People he cares about getting hurt
- others getting angry at him
- Very spicy foreign food
STRENGTHS •
+ Good at reading people
+ Calculating and calm – thinking through his actions
+ Good listening skills
WEAKNESSES •
- often Blunt – appears to be uncaring and mean
- Insomnia/Nightmares
- Naive and inexperienced when it comes to socialising
FEARS •
- Terrified of never being able to trust anyone
- small confined spaces
QUIRKS •
+ Talks to faeries and magical creatures
+ when a bit too excited or scared will switch to speaking Norwegian
+ Deems behind a couch or under the bed to be the best hiding spots when he's nervous/scared
PERSONALITY •
Knut-Erik is quiet and withdrawn – preferring to watch from a distance than to get involved. Thus he seems to often be in his own little daydream or far off fantasy world. Despite the initial appearance of being unsocial, he doesn't mind being around others – he simply does not know how to act.
Due to his training he also has issues trusting or believing what other people say – he will question most things told to him, as if everything has the potential to be a lie.
However once he's opened up to someone he'll latch on like a koala – being rather affectionate and caring. Knut-Erik doesn't like being alone, but feels awkward around others and thus ends up distancing himself anyway.
He's learn to be content watching others from afar, and sees it as a good thing if people are happy when he's not around. Kmut-Erik constantly worries his presence will bring others unhappiness.
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( AND NOW HE CALLS US HIS OWN )
we are the children of God
[/color][/center]we are the children of God
PARENTS • Norway
HISTORY •
His earliest memory is of a sterilised white room.
It smelled of death and pain – not a single happy thought could be linked to such a place.
Men and women came and went – but never stayed too long for him to remember their names.
He was taught to never trust anyone – 'because everyone has a secret agenda' they said and smiled. Not a warm smile, but a cold and cunning one.
He still has nightmares.
The many years spent isolated eventually made him 'create' friends himself. Faeries, Trolls, Nisser, Huldra, Nøkker...anything he'd read about he would see and talk to. Believing they where the only ones he could ever trust. He read countless books on relationships, but found it difficult to apply it to real life. Then one day a man came to visit. Something was definitively different about this blue-clad person. He wasn't like the other ones who taught him how to hide and listen. No, this man was familiar. While many seemed scared and respectful of the man, Knut.Erik found he rather liked the man – he seemed so kind and familiar. The cold glare the others spoke off wasn't cold to him – it was warm and welcoming. It was something to trust and believe in.
A few years passed and the scientists told him he was to leave the 'lab' and go with his 'parent'. He still remember the joy at seeing the big outside world, holding Norway's hand tightly at the sight of other people walking past in the street – a mix of fear, excitement and joy surged through him.
He knows he still has much to learn.
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( WE ARE THE SONS AND THE DAUGHTERS)
almighty God is our father
[/color][/center]almighty God is our father
Knut-Erik tumbled out of bed the minute he saw the sunlight shine though his curtains. He quickly got dressed in clothes he'd prepared the night before – although in his hurry his t-shirt ended up inside out.
Making his way carefully down the stairs he could already smell the newly brewed coffee. It made him smile. Nils , the small house Nisse, jumped down step-by-step with him. Carefully peaking into the kitchen he looked around for the older male.
Norway was nowhere to be seen. Knut-Erik found that odd. He carefully snuck into the kitchen and climbed onto the kitchen counter with some difficulty. The little green faery Frey was whizzing about, helping him open the large cupboard door. He pulled out a large box of cereal – almost tumbling down from the counter had it not been for Steinar – the large troll. Knut-Erik never knew how Steinar always managed to be there when he needed him. Norway had simply replied “magic” when he had asked him.
He figured it was best not to dwell on it too much.
When the nation returned, Knut-Erik was happily munching his breakfast, chatting idly to the little Nisse sitting on top of the milk carton. It wasn't until Frey pulled his hair that Knut-Erik noticed the older male having even arrived. He looked at his feet and mumbled a quiet 'god morgen' at the older male.
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