Post by EIRIK IVERSEN on Jun 9, 2014 12:43:54 GMT -5
`EIRIK CECIL IVERSEN!
`WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK!
NICKNAMES Brother, Little One, Sweet Boy
AGE Fourteen
GENDER I wonder....
ETHNICITY Norwegian because it makes sense.
TEACHER OR STUDENT Student
GRADE Fourth
AREA Sarcasm
SPECIAL ABILITYS
Dreamwalking - Little Icey poo has the power to tear away his own consciousness and meld with another's, joining into their dreams or nightmares. He manifests as himself, whom he imagines himself to be in his daydreams and travels throughout, able to slip in deeper and deeper to delve through their fears and hopes.
When it's a dream it's like a nice walk, an idle trip through a beautiful but complex dreamland. Yet a nightmare is something else entirely, a vile labyrinth of anxiety and fear hiding horrors in the center of it. But unlike the dreamer he can fight back against the manifestation of the terrors, protecting them and helping them come to terms with their deepest secrets.
To him it's almost like a game, a detailed dungeon crawling computer game where he is the hero and it is up to him to save the small world from the darkness.
Though any injury he receives be it bite or burn is inflicted upon himself, though not physically. He can feel the heat and the searing pain of the burn when he wakes, but his skin remains clear of any wounds and 'heals' in the normal amount of time as if it was one. When it comes to loosing fingers and legs in dreams he wakes up with them intact and perfectly healthy, though numb and unresponsive. After a few mishaps and internet searches he learned to simply stab the 'dead' body part with a needle, making his body remember that it still was living.
When he dies in the dream it's a little more complex, Eirik being forcibly ejected from it with a large wave of emotion. Instead of a simple finger or a foot his mind is under the impression his whole body has perished and he is left in an odd sort of coma. He is left trapped in his own imagination, facing his own fears without any defense. It then falls to Lukas to wake him, reminding him that he is still there and very much among the living.
Because as all dreams go, Eirik never suspects that he's dreaming.
Astral projection - Sometimes when his mind wanders a little too far Eirik tears away from his body, able to wander about the halls like a ghost until he is brought back.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?
Eirik had always loved the stories Lukas told him as a child, tales of lighthearted fairies and glorious battles. As a child he loved them, soaking up each and every word with wide eyes and an open mind. It was what he begged for, dragging a pillow and a blanket behind himself as he climbed into Lukas's lap and pestered him endlessly to retell his favorites. There was nothing he loved more and no place that he would rather be than listening to him weave tales with words. It was who he dreamed himself to be, a fairy prince dancing among the trees and drifting lazily in the wind.
It was harmless, cute, hardly anything to be worried about until the day came when the seven year old simply would not wake. Honestly there was no explanation for what had happened, his body was in perfect health and like Briar Rose he wouldn't wake. He projected himself throughout the hospital, wandering the halls like a ghost until a surgical resident finally recognized him as the little boy who was asleep in room 307. To him it was odd, unnatural, and highly usual. Honestly he thought he was going mad. And that was why he attached a defibrillator to a seven year old's chest. The electricity coursing through his body shocked him awake, the hospital not knowing what they were supposed to do with the resident who had gone awry from every thing he had ever learned.
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`EVEN WHILE WE SLEEP. WE WILL FIND YOU,
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 got him a large stuffed one, made specifically for his boy to sit on while he read his books.
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 there with his arms wrapped tightly around 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.
Fairies - He loves the little stories, and sometimes if he's feeling really curious that day he'll set out a cookie on the porch to see if anyone has nibbled on it in the morning.
Sleep Medicine - After the first little incident where he died in the dream he was sent to a psychiatrist, who played it all off as childish nonsense to fill in the gaps of his memories. He was given pills to help him sleep, with the wonderful side effect that he won't dream. There is always a bottle with him at school, just in case to escape what may happen in the dead of night.
PUFFY PUFF BOY'S DISLIKES
Being treated like a child - He very obviously is not one 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.
Being touched excessively - Honestly he just doesn't like people, specifically slovenly ones who don't wash their hands or are always rubbing their nose.
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, but the thought of so many people brushing up against him makes him squirm with discomfort.
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. It's horrid in a warm place in Hawaii and he has to wear sunglasses nearly everywhere.
Being rushed - He doesn't like to jump head first into things without having put a little bit of thought into it first. Specifically that is the excuse he uses when pestered to do homework right away. He just likes taking his time, or in other words, procrastinating.
FEARS
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.
He really dislikes where the school is located, and spends much time indoors in the library instead
Nightmares - He is frightened by them, and the things he sees though faded in his mind upon waking still make him tremble. Some people truly have dark things they hide in their hearts.
Being in the dream of someone who dies in real life - As he grew older this question was something that gained more and more focus in the back of his mind. What would happen to him? Would his mind be permanently severed from his body?
QUIRKS
He's left handed
He hates everyone and everything
As a child he hid under the table and ate a whole stick of butter
He won't take off his shirt in front of people because he doesn't feel he has enough chest hair. Once he drew it on with a marker but it washed off in the tub.
He creepily stares at people
He is very self conscious about how he dresses, and throws a small fit if he can't find the right sock
He often makes up lies about unimportant things for no particular reason
He's rather farsighted, so often enough he has to squint while reading, if not already wearing his glasses
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Independent - Eirik likes to think of himself as independent, no longer a child in the ways of the world and fully capable of taking care of his own well being. Yet even as much as he likes to imagine himself as self reliant he is naive, thinking too far ahead while skipping a considerable number of vital steps.
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.
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 like a toddler.
Lonely - He doesn't have very much in the way of friends, having spent more time as a child waddling after his brother's heels for attention and affection than paying much attention to other children. By the time he had grown old enough to notice the flaws in this he was alienated from the rest of his year, already marked off by them as the weird one. So he focused in on his studies, not wanting anyone to catch on that he had no one other than books to pass the time with.
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 seems so capable at keeping everything hidden from those who he does not want to see, he himself is unable to do quite the same. His expression seeming to crack after a bit if he holds a fake one for too long.
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.
He used to use his father's shaving kit without permission long before any stubble grew on his cheeks.
Loving - There is no grey area in Eirik's mind concerning love. He either loves you or he does not, and if he speaks to you then you are thankfully not among the latter. Lukas even though he shuns him and his coddling he loves dearly, but 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 pours over books in his free time, drinking up mythology from every corner of the world with gusto.
`ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR, TURN YOUR BACK ON MOTHER NATURE!
[/ul][/font]He took a few tentative steps further away from the now departing train and took a seat on the bench, pulling out his phone to use a map application. As much as he failed to admit it wandering out and about was confusing, streets twisted and turned, they split it two, and they even changed names suddenly at an intersection. In games all of the paths were so straightforward, sometimes there was even a compass to show him the right way or a map that would take him there instantly. Traveling was overrated, but he had to do it by himself to prove it to Lukas that he was just fine on his own. He was an adult now, and had been for nearly a year. It was almost spring, and then a week before the summer solstice he had his birthday. And then, he would be able to drive himself around [with supervision] and avoid the filthy public transportation system. The boy could swear he saw a man reach into his pants and scratch his bottom, and then place it on the shoulder of the woman next to him. Disgusting.
The pad of his index finger tapped the screen of his new mobile impatiently as he waited for the map application to open. Another irritating thing about going out, slow internet speed. If he didn't have to prove Lukas wrong that he was unable to fend for himself he would never be out of his bedroom. Who would want to? There were so many questions that he didn't want to nor had any idea how to answer that a reporter would ask if he was recognized according to Mr. Puffin. His faithful companion was always right, even if he wasn't accompanying him at the time. So, to protect himself from prying people he had put on a disguise. Though with the weather it was rather hard to tell who anyone was, since anyone who was riding out on the train was bundled up from head to toe to avoid the winter chill.
He himself wore a tailored grey wool coat closed with four toggles down the front, a thick violet cashmere sweater , and a crisp white dress shirt underneath. A striped scarf was wrapped around his neck tightly, a delicate fringe gracing the edges and swinging with every step that he took. Thick fur earmuffs warmed his ears, something that he preferred to the ridiculous hat that the puffin had convinced him to wear the last time. Only children wore hats with puffballs that bounced, he had caught a view of himself wearing the abomination in the reflection from a store window and immediately demanded to return home. The horror.
The tip of his nose was a merry cherry color, feeling slightly painful to the touch and rather cold and prickly. He wasn't really sure how to cover it up, in all of the movies that he had seen a red nose was rather normal, and no one that he could recall made an emphasis on covering it up from the cold. He had everything down, body, ears, tall leather boots on his feet with thick socks, and hands? He had forgotten the gloves that lay on the bathroom counter, but that was why there were pockets in his coat. There was no longer any turning back now.
Oh. And there it was, the map loaded and he quickly typed in the address of the game shop that he had wanted to go to. He was a stop too late. The boy clicked on walking distance and the phone thought for a moment before spitting out an estimate, a half hour. It was definitely closer than waiting for another train and riding it to the end to switch back. Trains were complicated, why didn't they have one that went in the other direction? That would be smart, why hadn't anyone ever thought of such a thing before?
He pulled out a pair of shades and stuck them up on his nose, feeling fairly proud of himself at how well he had disguised himself. An eye on his phone he started to make his way out of the dingy station, dragging his feet tiredly in an attempt to not trip. Traveling was much more tiresome than he had imagined, especially without a puffin to carry him up the stairs or get him a seat. But people somehow dragged themselves to do it every day, he was somewhat impressed. A few little packs of schoolchildren ran past him, their uniforms buttoned up and the girls hair pulled back with ribbons and braids. They walked with friends, chatting happily about mundane things like how hard their work was, chores, and boys. It made him a little uncomfortable with the way they glanced at him and giggled behind their hands and he sped up his gait a little, moving to place his phone into his pocket so he could warm his hands.
It slipped against the lining, instead dropping off into a large puddle of slush in the side of the street. He groaned, if Lukas found out that he broke his phone he would never hear the end of it. The boy prayed for a moment and made a face, sticking his hand into the wet mass to grab it out and brush it off. It was off just like he had expected, and he had read enough about phones getting wet on the internet to know not to turn it on. Carefully as to not repeat his mistake from earlier he placed it in his pocket, patting it to be sure that it was secure. He remembered a little from the map and knew the general direction that he was headed in. Honestly he was frightened without his technological security blanket, if trouble came he wouldn't be able to call Lukas or Mr. Puffin, The scent of easy target seemed to radiate off of him in a cloud, and he was quickly led astray off into a shady area, some buildings boarded up and others looking the part of a horror movie. It had been well over a half hour and he shivered, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
It had been then that trouble found him, a few shady characters slipping out of the various alleyways about surrounding him. At first he was stunned, giving his nose a little prod to make sure it was still there, the poor thing felt oddly warm all of a sudden. He didn't really pay any mind to the people who had surrounded him, continuing to walk poking his nose until he walked right into one. They didn't seem to have any plan on moving, instead staring down at him and one to his right pulling out a gun. and pressing it to the side of his head "Your wallet love" he simpered, obviously making fun of the boy as he wrapped an around around his shoulder and stroked his hair. Emil tried his best to look disinterested, a slight tremble in the tips of his fingers the only thing that betrayed his fear.
`EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD!
AGE 十八
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I am Eirik Cecil Iversen and I am a SIDEKICK!
I am Eirik Cecil Iversen and I am a SIDEKICK!
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