Emil Steilsson // Iceland

`EMIL STEILSSON!

`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!

[/b][/color] Emil Steilsson
NICKNAMES Ice, Icy
AGE 16
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY Half-Icelandic, Half-Norwegian
GRADE 10th, Sophmore
SPECIAL ABILITY(s)

Tracking Teleportation;

Instead of the ability to teleport to a place like most teleporters, Emil's power allows him to teleport to any person he wishes to find without needing to know where they are. For this to work, Emil must be able to recall the other person's face. For example, in order to teleport to a person he has never met before, he needs to have seen a recent photo of them. Similar rules apply when teleporting to an animal. By itself, this power is not much use in one-on-one combat - the only thing he can really do is teleport closer to the enemy, and that's only possible when he has seen their face. Having practiced many times over the years, Emil can take medium-sized objects and a couple of people with him when he teleports. However, pushing this limit takes a toll on him and tends to leave him feeling extremely weak and dizzy, especially when covering long distances.

Cryokinetic Constructs;

The power to generate ice and create tools, objects, weapons, armor, and even appendages and buildings out of it. Users who have mastered this ability can use it for almost any situation, creating anything they need as long as they can imagine it and has a good idea how it functions.

Emil's ice elemental power came a lot later in his life than he would have liked - only several months before he started high school. Because of this, he lacks practice and experience and has yet to be able to efficiently use and control his new power. The Icelander has, embarrassingly enough, gotten trapped in his own ice more times than he would like to admit.

Naturally, fire-based abilities can melt whatever constructs he makes.

HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?

Tracking Teleportation;

Emil has been able to teleport ever since he was four years old, but four year olds don't tend to focus too much on how weird they are - the world's weird enough to them as it is. It took a while for his mother to figure it out for him. There were those little incidents where she would hear him cry for her in one of the rooms upstairs and when she'd turn around he would already be there bawling his eyes out. However, being a single mother juggling multiple jobs, she didn't pay much attention to these strange occurrences - until the day Emil turned five, in which she saw her son appear out of nowhere right before her eyes.

The day Emil turned five was the day he decided he was definitely old enough to venture outside and begin his long awaited search for trolls. He'd heard of them from his mother during those long winter nights in which she would entertain him with tales of magical creatures and hidden beings. The little Icelander became convinced that trolls were living somewhere near their house. So with determined eyes and an adorably serious frown, Emil set forth from the house and began his adventure. Being just a little five year old boy, he got bored within the first twenty minutes, but he was a boy on a mission and his firm belief in the existence of trolls kept him going for another five minutes before he turned back. However, being just a five year old boy, he got lost and started crying once he realised he didn't know the way home. And then his mother saw him appear out of nowhere right before her eyes.

Cryokinetic Constructs;

"Stupid dog!"

Was it raining when it happened? Emil didn't know - the memories of that day had blurred together as time passed. He remembered yelling ("Stop! You're killing her!"), desperately begging for them to stop, the feeling of the cold, wet floor of the warehouse mercilessly pressing against his knees, the other boys holding him roughly by the shoulders while they watched with sick, twisted smiles on their faces as their leader relentlessly carried out his cruel punishment. Every kick, every stomp, elicited a small, pathetic whine from the sheepdog, until they eventually died away into nothing.

The canine was barely breathing, just a quivering mess on the floor, her black and white fur matted with what he prayed to God wasn't blood. The leader had laughed, and Emil remembered the way the other boy had kicked his dog's limp form towards him - like she was nothing but trash. ("...Freyja?") He couldn't breathe, he wanted to cry, he wanted to reach out to her, but the tight grip on his shoulders tightened and held him back. He remembered looking down at her broken body. And then the white hot rage that followed soon after.

The dizzying sensation that came with teleporting was familiar, but he didn't recognise the ice cold energy that seemed to surround his hands. When he came to, he was standing in the middle of the warehouse and he was alone. At first, he didn't understand. (Are these...claws?) And then, he realised. (Why are my hands covered in blood?)

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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!

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Licorice; Easily one of his favourite things in the world. Why? Because it’s delicious. Emil simply adores licorice, whether it’s salty, sweet, hard or chewy. He has a particular weakness for the salty kind though.

Seafood; Take him out for lunch and he’s bound to order something with fish in it.

Cloudy weather and the rain; It’s not something he’s always cared for. When he was little, it seemed the rain just ruined his chances to play outside. But ever since he started attending Asher, this type of weather has the effect of temporarily curing his homesickness as it reminds him of his home back in Iceland. There’s just something soothing about the rain; it leaves him with a sense of calm and seems to wash away all his problems, even for just little bit. Plus, it beats being hot, stuffy and sweltering in the sun.

His family; When he lost Freyja, it felt like his whole world had come to an end. Emil loves his family and needs them more than he lets on. He doesn’t think he can bear to lose any more of them.

Being photographed; Though he may blush and protest for a bit, Emil secretly enjoys being photographed. Whenever there’s a camera pointed in his direction, he will ever so subtly fix his hair and tilt his head to show his good side.
((A reference to how the country of Iceland is often described as a photographer's paradise - something I just had to slip in.))

Chess; There’s nothing like a good game of chess to pass the time, best enjoyed with licorice. Still, it’s hard to find a willing opponent.

Myths, legends and fairy tales; Stories of magical creatures and hidden beings have always fascinated the Icelander and have been a constant source of childish passion ever since he was young.

Literature; Emil has always been an avid reader. As a kid, when he wasn’t outside climbing trees or looking for trolls, he can usually be found by the fireplace with his nose buried in a book. He’s not much of a writer, but he sure likes to read. The Icelander is a big fan of tales of magic, mystery and adventure, along with anything historical and the occasional poem.

Nature; Emil loves being surrounded by the natural world. He enjoys taking walks and going swimming, and misses going snowboarding or hiking. He’s dreamt of spending the rest of his life travelling the world to see its natural wonders. When he first saw the Northern Lights years ago, it took his breath away and from then had always wondered what else Earth had in store for them. He has a certain fascination with volcanoes and hot springs, and it’s no surprise that Physical Geography and Geology are some of his favourite subjects.

EMIL DISLIKES

Spicy food; It’s not really something he’s used to eating and his poor taste buds just can’t handle the stuff.

Violence and fighting; Emil wants to believe in peace and will rarely get himself involved in a pointless physical fight.

The heat; It makes him lazy and unresponsive, and all he can really do is complain about how hot it is. This has only gotten worse ever since he started showing signs of his ice elemental power – it seems to have made him even more susceptible to the heat than he already was.

Discrimination; Growing up with a mother as strong as his has made him a firm believer in not only equality among all genders, but among all humans as well, regardless of race, gender or sexuality. He hadn’t realised that not everyone shared his views – that such violent discrimination against supers existed – until recently, when he’d had to experience it for himself at the cost of his dog’s life.

Being the centre of attention; What are you all staring at?

Small spaces; It's not really claustrophobia, more like he's just really used to there being a lot of space. Small spaces and large crowds tend to throw him off and make him nervous.

Unhealthy habits; Smoking, drinking and doing drugs are not things the Icelander has ever found particularly attractive.

Being dependent; He seeks independence and wants to not have to rely on others. This is because he wants them to be able to rely on him for a change and he feels that he should be able to do things without needing the help of other people.

Isolation; He doesn’t like being alone and will often seek out companionship. Growing up, he felt a bit left out because he didn’t have any siblings and didn’t know many other kids to play with since his house was a bit isolated from the other houses.

FEARS

Losing control; The boys from the incident in the warehouse later claimed that he suddenly grew claws made out of ice and tried to kill all of them. Emil didn't know what to think – the scratches and cuts he had apparently left on their leader’s face, chest and arms were solid proof. He realised that his new power, the power to construct things out of ice, could potentially seriously hurt someone if he didn't learn how to use it properly.

Losing his powers; His ability to teleport has always been a part of him and is something he’ always been able to rely on. However, he’s heard of some supers who lost their first power after getting a second one and he fears that the same will happen to him.

Not being able to protect his loved ones; His dog’s death had opened his eyes to just how cruel people can be. He aims to become stronger so that he may prevent the same thing from happening again and avoid losing any more of his loved ones.

Crying children; He just doesn't know how to deal with them. How the hell do you stop them from crying? Babies just don’t seem to like him anymore. Their mothers would later reassure him that it had nothing to do with the way he was handling them – his hands were just a little too cold for them.

QUIRKS

- Bad at cooking.
- Believes in fairies, trolls, mermaids, elves etc. Trying to deny that they exist will lead you nowhere with him.
- Prone to accidentally freezing parts of himself and/or other people.
- Slightly more resistant to low temperatures than the average person.
- His skin feels unnaturally cold when touched.
- He pretty much figured out that he wasn't into girls after he had accidentally teleported into his crush’s bedroom while he was thinking about them during dinner. The other boy had politely rejected him and laughed it off, for which the Icelander is grateful for, but the whole incident was just too embarrassing and Emil tries to avoid thinking about it altogether.

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Reserved; Emil’s not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, his usual repertoire consisting of detached interest and mild seriousness. Even if he was on the brink of being eaten by a cute monster, the most he’ll show is dull surprise and a bit of alarm. Because of this, the quiet and reserved Icelander tends to come across as cold and distant. ‘Mysterious’ is a word people often use to describe him, ‘unapproachable’ and ‘aloof’ are others.

Not so stoic; Then again, all it takes is for you to try to get to know him before he starts showing his warmer side. It will slowly become obvious that Emil is actually quite honest and easy to read. He may appear cold and distant at first, but on the inside he’s really just a big old ball of sensitive fluff. Stress and worry is something of a constant companion of his and he gets embarrassed really easily. Put him under extreme stress or in other highly emotional situations and he’ll try to seem calm and levelheaded to begin with, but will start losing it towards the end.

Brutally honest; The Icelander lacks a short temper – unless dealing with loud and obnoxious people who deserve some of his snarkiness – but can be very blunt and straightforward at times. He’s not afraid to simply state his honest opinion and usually says exactly what’s on his mind.

Immature; He uses taciturn to create the impression of maturity, but once you start wearing him down he can be really childish, stubborn and immature.

Caring; Emil might not be the type of person who give random hugs to people who look like they need it, but he’s fiercely loyal to those close to him and is affectionate and caring in his own way. Even though his teenage pride is too strong to let him openly admit it, he cares a lot about his friends and family and doesn't like it when people fight or discriminate against each other.

Determined; Focused, attentive and practical. Though he doesn't exactly enjoy working hard, his determination alone is usually enough for him to see a task towards the end. His main goal is to be able to fully control his powers so that he may be able to protect the people he loves. He gets very frustrated when someone beats him in a sparring session.

Dependent; He unconsciously relies on other people for reassurance, support and affection. Independence, though, is very important to the Icelander and he doesn't like having to depend on someone. He hopes that one day other people will be able to depend on him for a change.

Inexperienced; Despite constantly claiming to be old enough to take care of himself, Emil is still just an inexperienced teenager. Even as a teenager, he stills retains some of his childish innocence and naivety. Kind hearted and well meaning in his actions, people have taken advantage of him in the past.

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`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!

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`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!

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