Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 16:18:00 GMT -8
 | Berwald Oxenstierna Reserved, tattooed gentle giant and master tinkerer with all things mechanical. Moved to London to operate his own garage and particularly enjoys working on motorcycles. Will fix your car, lawn mower, hair dryer, mechanical toy, watch, if it's got gears and a motor, he's game. For the right price and with the right approach, one may even purchase custom mods of a particular nature. Just don't make him angry. He did use to be an underground cage fighter, until he felt the call of settlement. |
| CODE NAME: |
| Male | 26 | Homosexual |
| Swedish | Mechanic | Civilian |
| Physical |
| 6'4"/1.95 m | 200 lbs/90 kg | Blond |
| Turquoise blue | Pale | Leanly muscular |
| Personal |
Introverted – Berwald will be eternally shy and awkward. Likely a by product of being so tall and frightening looking. He's quiet, soft spoken and will most often keep to himself. What he doesn't communicate in words, which are short and to the point, can be subtly read from his body language, although he often keeps that book shut just as tightly as his private life. Little signs do poke through though, to those able to detect the slight shifts in facial expression or posture. This lack of communication skill often frustrates him, the other reason for his near permanent frown. The second would be his bad eye sight. Temper – Berwald used to have a bit of an anger problem, and although it's much better now, it sometimes still rears its ugly head. Since his first kind of living was buoyed by his anger, getting rid of it completely has been a challenge. It still is, even with all the tricks he's learned from the class he had take in prison. In fact, it used to be so bad, during his 'professional' fighting days, he was known to often fly into fits of rage so great, that Berwald was losing his memory of most of his ring side battles. Calmer today, he still worries that someday those same fits could just crop up out of the blue when least expected. Stubborn – There are things that Berwald will just not give up on. Whether it's giving ground when in a fight, or staying down during them as well, Berwald is a one man army and it frequently detriments him. In a crowd, he's the immovable object. In an argument, he sticks to his guns. When he becomes ill or hurt, he often refuses to see a doctor, until he can't rise to his feet on his own or his imminent well being is at stake. Not that he doesn't know when to admit he is wrong, or knows when he is. He's just set in his ways. Stuck in the past – In fact, Berwald dwells so much on it, that it often clouds his present choices. Although some of the baggage he knows he'll never get rid of, like his criminal record, he's also aware that there is baggage he should let go of. Yet he just can't quite make himself do it. He sort of fears his past will change how people view the man he is now, and the kind of man he's working towards being. For this reason, he still lives by himself and doesn't seek any social interaction, other than anything work related or those needed when he goes out to buy necessities. Truncated speech – Because of an old injury from his fighting days which broke his jaw in more than one place, Berwald has a permanent speech impediment. He truncates his words, often mumbles and speaks too softly at times. Combined with his accent when he speaks English, he often needs to repeat himself. Not that he minds, as he understands why. Yet he sometimes still gets irritated with himself when he can't make himself clear to others. He's developed a way of speaking entirely his own that is brunt and to the point, which often vexes others. Yet he's a mechanic, so at least it's not expected he be the most eloquent individual on the planet. Gentle giant – For as frightening or intimidating as Berwald looks, he's actually quite nice and polite. As for as strong as he is, he is equally gentle. He might be able to bend iron a bit with his bare hands and some good leverage, but he can also untangle the finest twine with the greatest care. He's rough around the edges, but over all a nice guy. At least he tries to be. Berwald also has a fondness for animals and children, which has made some of his customers wonder at his bachelor life style. Patient – Still a quality he's working on, Berwald is quite proud of where he's come. Where the smallest issue would often spark his ire quite quickly, he's now learned to stop and think, count to ten and reign in his impulsive younger self. He suspects discovering his talent was the foundation for his new found calm. In fact, when he feels his temper rising, mentally dissecting engines and putting them back together again is often how he keeps his cool. Everyday his threshold grows, an accomplishment that brings its own special kind of balm. Dependable – Knowing what it's like to have swum at the bottom of the bottle, so to speak, he isn't afraid of lending a helping hand to anyone that needs it. Whether you need a couple of eggs and some sugar for a recipe, or need to have a long sit down and unload some weight, Berwald is there. Since he's bad at doing the talking, doing the listening is just fine with him. It evens applies to his business, as he not an unreasonable man. And should you find yourself in need of any car repairs on the road, Berwald will stop and lend a hand. Even free work can bring in new customers. Orderly – Everything has its place, and everything needs to be kept tidy. If there's another thing Berwald prides himself on, is his orderliness. He can always find what he needs, because it is always in the same place. Everything is organized and when he's not working on any projects in his garage, he is usually cleaning the place up and doing maintenance around the building. As much as it is a life style, it's also a philosophy. Things happen for a reason and if it happens to be shit, you deal with it and do your best to move beyond it. Efficient – When it comes to work, Berwald is thorough. From A to Z, every approach is planned, calculated and executed with the ideal that his current job is only as good as his last. With every new piece of work he does, he tries to improve his quality and his speed. Which has paid off quite decently with opening his own business. He's busy enough to keep up with his rent and keep himself fed, and word of mouth is still spreading throughout London about the quality of his work. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
- Cinnamon buns - Being creative - Solving a good puzzle - Order - Cleanliness - Winter - Motorcycles | - Obnoxious people -Poorly made/done things - Clutter - Getting angry - Hospitals |
| Dreams | Fears |
- To eventually become a guardian to a couple of kids and build a family. - Build his own dream monster hog. - Having his own house, instead of living in the apartment on top of his work shop/garage. | - Doctors/hospitals/any clinical setting. - Spontaneously combusting and exploding cows. - Not having control of himself. |
| Background |
Berwald had a normal childhood, with normal parents, in a normal house, in a normal town. Which might be part of the reason why he acted out once he hit his terrible teens. High school started out as the righteous path of the straight A student, but by the time that road ended, the Swedish teen was a known delinquent and troublemaker. He always got into fist fights, and it was on one of those nights where he was running with the wrong crowd for him to get noticed by an even worse crowd. His underground career as a cage fighter started at the age of 18 and ended at 22, when his ring got busted by the police. Berwald did time in prison for being part of an illegal criminal organization and it was in the pen that he discovered a talent and liking to fixing anything he could get his hands on. He managed to get out early for good behaviour, luckily. As well as joining the maintenance team for the prison, he followed and completed his mandatory anger management class. Although he tried to keep to himself most of the time, trouble found him from time to time in the form of other inmates. One didn't have the luxury of escaping fights in prison, but the guards did grudgingly appreciate that he tried to diffuse the situation with words rather than fists, although it didn't always work in Berwald's favour. Yet he followed the rules, worked hard and once parole day rolled around, the system was alright with letting him go. With a new lease and a second chance to make things work, he went to college to further his training as a mechanic. Although he was working towards turning a new leaf for himself, there was still some friction between the folk of the town he grew up in and himself. Thinking that perhaps trying to open his own business there, he'd start over somewhere new and after picking a random spot, ended up in London. There he worked at various garages, until finally having had saved up enough money to open up his own business. |
| Role-Play Sample |
Picking up the kids from the bus stop was easy. Asking the boys how their day at school went, Berwald was glad to learn that Larsson hadn't gotten detention and praised his son accordingly. Peter got equal praise when he told his dad about the good grade he had on his spelling test, which the man would have to sign later, so Peter could take it back to school and show the teacher in the morning. Berwald asked if there was homework and both boys groaned, indicating they did. Promising to get the both of them an extra treat if they both did their homework without fuss, the Swede ushered his brood into the deli to settle the matter about dinner. Three sandwiches, two salads and three cream puff pastries later, all three were on the road home. Dinner was an entertaining affair, both boys fighting to come up with the most sordid story about their school day. With the sandwiches and salad consumed, Berwald held the cream puffs hostage until both boys were done with their homework. He helped Larsson with math and helped Peter drum up ideas for his science project, which would be due a week from now. Doing something about how boats floated was the idea the older boy went with and after some begging, Berwald agreed to help Peter build a boat for his project. Which caused Larsson to whine about wanting a boat too and it had better be cooler than Peter's. Chuckling, the Swede simply pacified both sons with their desserts. Afterwards, as there still was time before bed, it was time for video games, while dad cleaned up in the kitchen. Once the cleaning was done, it was time to squeeze in baths or showers. Thankfully, that went relatively painless, but getting the boys to bed was just as big a hassle as every other night. Needing to be back in the shop to meet back with this 'Jouko' for eight, Berwald didn't have the luxury of humouring his kids. Putting on his no bullshit taking face, both Peter and Larsson were quick to get into bed, less the quiet wrath of their father fall upon them. They still managed to get Berwald to read them a story though, and after reminding the boys that papa would be in the shop working late again, the tall blond ruffled both heads goodnight. Glancing at a clock, the mechanic was glad to see he still had time to make himself some coffee before having to head back downstairs. He poured a second mug as an afterthought, and making sure all lights in the apartment were off, except for the hallway night light, Berwald took both mugs and himself down the stair case leading down into the garage of his shop. Setting the coffee mugs on the counter at the back, he turned on the lights, then looked at the bike the weird youth had dropped off. It was a lot of money, just to fix up one bike. A knock on the front door disrupted his thoughts though, and Berwald lumbered over to go see who it was. Spotting the same short blond as this morning. The Swede couldn't help but notice the other looked terrible. Maybe getting the extra coffee had been a good idea after all, Berwald thought, unlocking all three dead bolts, and wordlessly letting the other in. He peeked outside afterwards, making sure no one else was lurking about the street, then closed and rebolted the door. “'ave sum coffee for ya, if y'want it,” Berwald said, finally speaking. He walked back to the counter where the mugs rested, and pushed the one that was Jouko's to the side a bit, picking up his own mug and drinking from it. “I'll take the job,” he added, going over to the beat up bike. “But it's goin' t'take time. Can't rush gettin' th'parts needed fer th'work,” he explained, drinking from his mug again. He set the mug down on a nearby work table, then went to the desk where he'd locked the gun clip for the Finn's gun. Taking the clip back out, he approached the other and handed it back. “Dun bring y'gun 'ere 'gain,” Berwald said, looking quite casually relaxed, although there was a hint of a warning in his tone. “Y'can come check on th'progress when y'need to, but prolly can't get started past guttin' th'machine,” he said, going back to pick up his coffee mug. He drained it, then looked at Jouko to see what the response was. |
| OOC Information |
| Mitz |
| I'm not putting my address here. |
| Why isn't there a movie about constipation? BECAUSE IT HASN'T COME OUT YET! |
| Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Why don't you let me take care of any wounds you may have suffered? |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
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