Post by thenorgeone on May 31, 2011 1:43:27 GMT -5
!N IKOLAI KORSMO¡
° N-ame || Nikolai Korsmo
° A-liases || Big Brother (when he can convince Egil to say it), Nik, Niko
° A-ge || 24
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Egil (blood), Magnus, Berwald, Tino (choice)
° S-ight || Yes.
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° E-ye color || Dull bluish-purple
° H-air color || Light blond
° H-eight || 5’8”
° W-eight || 130lbs.
° S-kin tone || Pale
° D-efining features || He has a cross-shaped, gold beret that he always wears. It doesn’t matter if it matches his clothes or not, he never takes it out since it was once his mother’s. He also has a spattering of scar tissue on his hip and thigh from a misadventure in his childhood.
° A-dditional features || He’s got a thin, delicate build; almost feminine. Though if you ever told him that he’d clean your clock. Nikolai almost never acknowledges how easily he could wear a dress and pass for the opposite gender. Though on one occasion he’d had to use that unfortunate accident of nature. Despite his thin body, he's packed muscle on with loading and unloading crates of supplies or going out and about with Egil.
Generally when he’s working he wears a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and an apron around his waist. Sometimes, if he’s doing something particularly messy, he’ll wear a full apron. But he doesn’t like the way it looks so he avoids it as much as he can.
When not at work, the black button up is replaced by a blue shirt with soft dark brown trousers and a somewhat worn brown cloak. He puts on thicker, warmer clothing if he was planning to spend the day outside, but for the most part he spent his time inside and only went out to get from one place to the next.
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° J-ob || Bar Tender
° R-ank || Owner
° R-eason for current profession || Inherited it
° H-ome town || Town of Zequea
° B-irth town || Town of Zequea
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° P-ersonality ||
He was a little more outgoing as a child, if only to keep up with his little brother. Now though, Nikolai often leaves the meeting of new people to Magnus and Tino. He was always shy around strangers and they seemed to handle conversation in the bar quite well. He can listen like no one’s business and if he has to Nikolai can hold a conversation, but he rarely starts one unless he’s completely comfortable with you. He’ll never be a chatter box or very outspoken though.
Nikolai finds it hard to trust other people with Egil’s safety. He’s gone so long being the only person that looked after him that its difficult to think anyone else is able to keep him from harm. He can be a little overbearing in the big brother department, which I’m sure Egil finds annoying sometimes, but he shows his love for others by being a bit obnoxious about their health and safety. (Which is why he doesn’t like Tino to help carry the liquor boxes.)
Of course, Magnus is the exception to this. He often smacks the other man for being crude or stupid. Especially around Egil and Tino.
When alone or relaxing he likes to read the aging book his mother had collected as well as some newer ones one the mythical creatures he could see and interact with. There might not be a lot of variation in his facial expressions, but Nikolai could almost always be found with a small smile when he was reading.
With customers he generally stayed silently at the bar, or did inventory in the back while someone else took care of the front. If anyone got to rowdy he’d politely ask them to leave, then firmly, then enlist Magnus and Berwald’s help in forcefully evicting them if it got to be too much. He had no tolerance for harassment or fighting in his bar. Not when Egil was working or could wander in at any time.
° L-ikes ||
• Cute things
• His troll friend
• Egil
• The snow
• Teasing Magnus
° D-islikes ||
• Egil drinking mead
• People causing trouble
• Being told his troll friend isn’t real
• Being mistaken for a girl (even if it can be useful)
• Listening to his “brothers” argue
° F-ears ||
• Something happening to Egil
• Losing another person important to him
• Not being able to see his troll friend
° L-esser known facts ||
• He has a curl that juts out from his cross beret that looks like it isn’t attached to his head. But really is so light a blond at the top that its almost see through.
• He had crush on a fairy when he was a teenager
• Sometimes he goes around to check up on everyone while they’re sleeping, just to be sure they’re safe.
° G-oals ||
• Keeping the bar going
• Keeping track of his brothers
• Not getting caught up in anything (which hardly ever works)
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° H-istory ||
Nikolai remembers very little of his mother, as she died in the night when he was only six. He does remember that while his father tended the bar he’d often have to sit with Egil and care for him if the baby woke. As Egil got older and began to eat solid foods Nikolai had to learn to cook simple meals. When Egil started exploring, his big brother was always at his side. Making sure nothing happened to the younger.
He knew that his father found Nikolai’s quiet sense of responsibility to be a relief. Where the older of the two had been a quiet, overly serious child Egil was more adventurous and fun loving. Nikolai didn’t mind being dragged all over the place, but sometimes Egil was too much for him to handle and he’d wish his father would look after his younger brother a little more.
One such time they’d been exploring a series of hills and small cliffs just outside town. Egil had wandered off and Nikolai hadn’t noticed until his brother was out of earshot. When yelling his name didn’t work, Nikolai tried looking for him. As darkness fell he hoped his little brother had taken his advice to go straight home if he ever lost Nikolai.
Attempting to go back himself, the then 15 year old had missed a step and fallen from one of the small cliffs. It wasn’t a very long fall, the cliff wasn’t even as tall as a one story building, but he’d rolled and skidded downhill until he hit even ground. Nikolai had limped home, his hip and thigh bleeding. Egil was waiting on the front step for him and Nikolai had sent the boy to bed, hiding his injury with his jacket, and dealt with it himself.
Nikolai was made aware of just how much attention his father paid them when the man only asked once about why his son was limping. Nikolai didn’t doubt his father loved them, but he was just to busy with the bar at night and sleeping during the day to take much notice of anything outside that.
Then Nikolai turned 19 and he was gone. No note, no trail, he’d just up and vanished while they slept. Thankfully, he’d been helping in the bar since he was sixteen and his father had started teaching him how to run it. Nobody asked after his father, not even the regulars, and Nikolai didn’t go digging. It was enough that he and Egil hadn’t been mixed in with whatever business had taken their father. He didn’t want to invite that sort of trouble to his home now that he was all Egil had.
Not long after he took over the bar there was some trouble with Mr. Puffin getting lost. Egil begged him to help look for the bird. Even though he was tired from a long night of handing out drinks and kicking out one loud drunk, he climbed out of bed and went to search the cliffs that Egil had last seen him at.
Nikolai took a misstep, missing the opening of a burrow in his tired state, and pitched over the edge of the cliff. Unlike the first time, this cliff was big enough that he’d be nothing but red paste on the ground if he fell from it. His brother ran off, shouting about getting help, before Nikolai could say anything and so he hung on until a broad hand appeared and pulled him up.
He offered to let the stranger stay with him and heal. Then later offered him work when he learned that Magnus didn’t have anywhere to go. He was happy enough to add more people to his small family and get help with the bar. It wasn’t like his home wasn’t big enough, with two empty bedrooms and good sized kitchen.
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° R-oleplay example ||
Rolling over, Nikolai stared blurrily at the wall across from him. It was white, like many of the walls in his home. There was a small dent from Magnus stumbling around in the dark, a smear of guts from some bug or other, and what looked like a dried on noodle. He was going to have to take a day off sometime and do a thorough cleaning of his house. Or maybe just stay awake long enough during the day to do it.
For now though, the cool of evening was filtering through the open window. He pushed himself up to rub sleepily at one eye. There was a cup with a little bit of milk at the bottom and a couple puffin feathers at the low table in his living room. Egil and Mr. Puffin had been there. They’d probably seen him napping and come in to enjoy a snack while he rested.
Well, at least Mr. Puffin had the good sense not to leave anything else behind when they’d left. He’d truly be annoyed if he had to clean something besides feathers and a dirty glass. That taken care of, and the blanket someone had put on him tucked away in the linen closet again., Nikolai climbed the stairs to his room and began getting ready for another night at work.
He could hear Tino bustling around downstairs. Magnus and Egil weren’t making any noise though so they’d probably gone out somewhere. He wouldn’t have been able to tell if Berwald was around just by sound though. The man was very quiet when he wanted to be.
A quick shower washed the remnants of sleep from his face. Nikolai quickly dressed in a black shirt and trousers, then brushed out his hair and slid the clip into place. It sat easily with the familiar weight finishing the wake up job of the shower. It’s golden color glinting briefly in the dim lighting.
Nikolai went back downstairs, noticing the newly cleaned laundry Tino had left in the living room to be folded and claimed by whoever owned it. He’d take care of it after his shift if the others hadn’t already. “I’m going!” He heard a faint reply from the backyard, but couldn’t make it out.
The door to the short hall that separated his home from the bar opened quietly. He stepped into the slip proof, black work shoes Egil had gotten him for his last birthday and took the four or so steps to the door he kept locked. There was no need for someone breaking into the bar to wander into his house too. The quick jangle of keys and he was stepping into the dark back room. It was time for another night of serving drunks and military men.
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° U-sername || TheNorgeOne
° A-ge || 20
° T-ime zone || MDT
°W-hat is the secret word from the Rules? || Zinnia baby~<3