Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 12:22:16 GMT -8
| Eirík Steilsson There once was a puffin just the shape of a muffin, And he lived on an island in the deep blue sea, He ate little fishes, which were most delicious, And he ate them for breakfast and he ate them for tea. |
| SCREEN NAME: Mr .Puffin |
| Male | 16 | Bisexual |
| Norwegian/Icelandic | Little Prince | Civilian |
| Physical |
| 160 cm | 51 kg | Platinum Blond |
| Violet | Pale | Small; Lean |
| Personal |
Independent - Eirik likes to think of himself as independent, no longer a child in the ways of the world. But, as much as he desires to be seen that way it is far from the truth, due to his poor health he still lives with his parents and relies on them completely to support him. Sometimes it irritates him to feel useless, so he thinks of himself as independent in mind instead, taking much time to form his own opinions about various matters though he rarely shares them. Point being, he is hardly independent. Spoiled - He of course does not like to think of himself as so, but there really is no cure for a little boy that received everything he ever wanted with a tear. Because of so he doesn't do very well with being scolded or taking much responsibility for his actions. His own family dotes shamelessly upon him so he has never had any reason to face anything otherwise. Sheltered - Due to his poor health he never went to school as a child, his father instead hiring an army of private tutors to come every day and instruct him personally instead. They taught him a curriculum based on the legal standards and his father's bias, and he hardly ever left the house unless to a doctor's appointment or a rare family outing. Because of this he is rather naive on many subjects that he believes himself to be rather adept with. Short Tempered - Stress, displeasure, annoyance, all of it builds up rather quickly and overflows into a short tantrum. Though he never is scolded very much for it Eirik does apologize right after he is done, feeling horribly embarrassed for allowing his emotions to take hold of him so easily and manipulate him. Lonely - He doesn't have very much in the way of friends, having never had anyone but the maid's children to interact with. So, with so much time to himself he does feel rather lonely without his brother around very much anymore [not that he would admit it.] He has turned to the wide world of the internet and is trying to make a friend or two but...who knows if it will work. An Open Book - He makes every effort to be as emotionless and as indifferent as his elder brother, yet he is simply incapable of it. While his brother was groomed to be the heir he was raised almost like a side note, his parents showing more interest in his elder sibling than in him. Lukas had the bulk of the family dropped on his shoulders and was pushed to become emotionless to hide his weakness, Eirik was left to develop his emotions freely and never had any reason to mask them. Mature - Not really, he likes to think of himself as so though. He wants to be seen as independent, standing tall on his own to feet with his own ideals and his own life. Above all he wants to be seen as equals with his brother in his own merit. But, he is still horribly childish and immature when it comes to things he doesn't know nor understand. Yet, he tries to act how he thinks mature people do act, by shoving away from his brother and drinking his coffee black no matter how horrible it tastes. Adults drink coffee like that so they must drink it despite the taste, obviously. It's a test of their adulthood. Do note he shaves even though he has nothing to shave. Introverted - At the few social events that he is taken to he stays off to the corner, speaking to no one other than his brother and short one word answers to his parent's rare questions. He simply observes other people, learning who was doing what with who else, and who was speaking smack behind another person's back. Loving - There is no grey area in Eirik's mind concerning love. He either loves you or he does not. His parents fall into the black area, he hardly sees them and hardly has an opinion nor connection to them. The maids change out too quickly for him to even know their names, the cook he has never met even though he has been with the family for over 20 years. Lukas even though he shuns him and his coddling he loves dearly, even though he hardly shows it for the sake of his budding maturity. Intelligent - Eirik is naturally a very bright child, picking up complex concepts and theories with ease. He genuinely enjoys leaning, and taught himself to code alongside of Icelandic and advanced physics. His tutors find him a delight, the boy one of their best pupils, Eirik studying everything diligently and asking all the right questions. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
Puffins, Like Duh - He is utterly enamored with the birds, and obsessed so much over them as a child that he begged his father every day for one whenever he was home. Yet, there was no way to get one other than a bird sanctuary or a zoo, and neither of those pleased the spoilt little boy. So instead his father hit two birds with one stone, paying a bodyguard to dress up in a puffin suit and play a magical puffin. The boy was so naive that it worked, and to this day he still believes in the magical puffin. Online Games - On the internet no one knows who he is and he can be anyone he wants. His sicknesses doesn't hold him back and for a few short hours each day he can imagine that he has friends. His elder brother - He shoves him away and acts coldly towards him because that's what mature people do with their siblings, but he really does love him. Loads of times when he is not feeling well all he wants to do is go cry into Lukas's chest and sleep with him in his bed but he knows it's improper. Either way Lukas lives in his own home now, and he never can see him unless he comes over to the main house because it would be immature to call him. Salty Licorice - Someone had brought over a box of them as a gift and the naughty little child took them and ate them all by himself in his room, since then he has always made sure that there is a nice supply for his snacktime. Birdwatching - Bored and with a set of binoculars given to him as a gift, the little prince started to look out through his window at the neighborhood. He caught sight of a rather good looking uncle, and makes it a habit to watch him each and every day. | Being treated like a child - He very obviously is not aone anymore so it gives no one the right to treat him like he does not understand. He can understand them perfectly fine on his own without the useless meddling and watering down that the information given to him receives. Being touched excessively- Doctors do that enough already, other people shouldn't go out of their way to do it as well. Unless it's his brother, but even then he has to push him away because...reasons. Large Crowds - Honestly he just doesn't know what to do in these situations. He has never had any reason to face such a thing, nor will he ever so why bother trying. It's Lukas's job anyways. His eyes - Because of their light color he has to undergo frequent eye examinations to be sure that his vision is not fading from damage to his retinas. They also cause him to have to wear sunglasses nearly everywhere and keep his room dim. His Mother - The woman is obsessed with spending his father's money. She flies off here and there, to a spa and then to Paris for a shopping spree. Never is she home and never does he see her, and all the books say that she should be home coddling him. His brother acts more like a mother than her. |
| Dreams | Fears |
-To become a successful game designer in his own merit, without help from anyone or anything. He wants to be known widely, by everyone and everything for his achievements and creativity. -To be able to stand on his own two feet. He relies on his family for everything, especially medical care. As far off and as unlikely as it is he dreams for the day that there is no need for such heavy and thorough monitoring of his health. -To go to Iceland and see more puffins, he loved the little guys ever since his brother read him a book about them as a child. To see so many of them all together at once would be like dying and going to heaven. | -Eirik doesn't want to die, he has gone through far too much to die. Doctors estimated that he would not even make it to seven, yet against all odds he is still alive, wouldn't it just be a shame if that changed? Heat - The heat makes him horribly sick far quicker than the average person. Heat gives him a horrible headache, and he rarely leaves the home in the summer months out of fear that he will faint and have to be rushed to a hospital. Dogs - The family has a hoard of vile and loud guard dogs that patrol the grounds along with various bodyguards. They bark and snarl at him whenever he passes so he prefers to stay up in his room and out of their way. |
| Background |
Eirik's mother is Icelandic, having met his father on a business trip. Of course, as every story goes when involving making endless supplies of babies they ended up in bed together, his mother having seen the man as rich hastily poking a hole in the condom. Three months later Steil Bondevik received a call that the woman was pregnant and did the gentlemanly thing and married her, his seven year old son needing a mother anyways as his had disappeared a few years earlier. She wanted a June wedding, so they set the date for June 10th and it was as extravagant as could be, with an eight tiered cake and a dress covered in crystals. The only thing that ruined it in her opinion was the bump on her belly, and luckily for her it came out a week later in a C-Section just as she wanted as to preserve the sanctity of her lady parts. The child was a boy, named Eirik by his father and given the surname Steilsson at his mother's request. The child though was horribly small and sickly, unlikely to survive the night. Miraculously he did, his father flying in some of the best doctors from around the world to keep his son alive. His nursery in the Bondevik's mansion was a hospital room and his nannies were all nurses, there always being someone up around the clock to watch over the babe. Then, by the end of the month they finally had a list of the poor child's various illnesses. He was an Albinoid, devoid of much of the pigment in his hair, skin, and eyes. More than likely requiring quite a few years of treatment and therapy to help with his likely poor eyesight and sensitivity to light. Same as his elder brother he had Angina, an irregularity in the heart muscle. Then there was the expected, asthma, it was almost a given at this point. Lastly he was simply sensitive to temperature change, always getting horribly sick at the changing of the seasons or when out in the snow or summer heat for too long. Each few years the doctors would give him another time limit to live to, and once he reached it he was given another. His nursery slowly stopped looking like a hospital room and more like a child's room, more furnishings appearing as time dragged on. He rarely left the house, receiving a handful of tutors at the age of five to start his schooling. Eirik was most certainly not to leave the house, his brother and Mr. Puffin his only source of company. The moment he had been born his mother had zipped off on a private jet with a company credit card, and his father was so engrossed in his work that whenever he was home he had hardly any time to spend with his youngest child. His brother was the only family's lap that he had ever sat on, and was the first one to ever kiss him goodnight. At that age his brother was his everything. Yet the little Bondevik prince grew up sheltered and spoiled, learning only what he was taught and knowing only what had been given the green light by his father. It was that way that he got into working with games, the passtime allowing him to be someone else for once away from the endless worries that plagued him. So he asked for some books on the subjects and started to experiment, something to do other than surf the restricted internet in his free time. Who knows when the little prince will have his world shattered... |
| Role-Play Sample |
Eirik glanced from right to left, making sure there were no mirrors to betray his hand to his opponent. He had to win, the stakes were far too high. There was no way that he would allow himself to fall so low and call his brother to see how he was doing, that simply was not an option. Adults didn't need to call other people, they were fine all on their own just like he was. So he had been prodded into a game of poker by Mr. Puffin, his honor against another computer. Obviously he would get the computer either way, but he would rather keep his pride as an adult. Lukas had no need to be bothered by the trivial things Mr. Puffin wanted him to speak about. A small buzzing came from his phone and he turned to take a peek at the screen, curious as to who would be texting him. No one of course, it was just a simple reminder to take a pill. He hadn't given out the number to anyone at all, even his father or Lukas. Mr. Puffin had the number of course, but that was a given. He was a magical puffin after all, what sort of puffin would he be if he couldn't? He had to admit though, he was slightly disappointed that it was no one. It would be nice to talk to someone other than Mr Puffin every now and then, adults had friends to talk to other than their families. They just hadn't appeared for him yet like they had for other people. His poker hand though was rather horrible, consisting of a nine, a seven, a three, an ace, and a five. Honestly he had not the slightest idea of how to play, but he knew that the cards with faces were the best and he not a single one. With a sullen droop of his head he spread out his hand on the bedsheet, the puffin spreading out his own as well. There were loads of face cards, he had obviously lost much to his horror and disappointment. With a loud grumbled he grabbed the thick down blanket and pulled it up over his head, blocking out the puffin's protests. He didn't want to call him, but in a few quick moments he was pulled out of his little cave by a soft black wing wrapped around his waist, a ringing phone pressed to his ear. "...wrong number" were the first few words from his mouth, he hoped it would be over quickly. |
| OOC Information |
| Sheep |
| Stand outside your house and yell NRA to contact me |
| Is your fridge running? No? Damn... |
| Does this napkin smell like chloroform to you? |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
