"EVERY WHISPER OF EVERY WAKING HOUR, I'M CHOOSING MY CONFESSIONS."
REIDAR FENRIR LANGERRY•DER FEN•REAR LANG•ERthe basicsNICKNAME: ry
ALIGNMENT: true neutral LOCATION: helsinki, finland BIRTHDAY: april 23rd SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight HEIGHT: six foot eight HAIR: brown EYES: hazel OCCUPATION(s): martial arts instructor / personal security character interviewWrapped fists came down from their raised position, the punching bag hanging in front of him swaying from side to side. "Can I help you?" He asked, shaking out his arms as his attention was drawn away from his workout, fingers flexed as he waited for the answer to his question. With an easy smile, he rolled his shoulders, his neck to follow, before reaching up to pull the punching bag down from its hook, its weight against his shoulder as he turned to amble away.
"My father was a stuffy businessman from Finland, and my mother was an exotic beauty from a Middle Eastern country. Saudi Arabia, if I remember correctly." He started, pulling open a closet across the room and tossing the oversized bag within. There was a clunk and he poked his head inside with brow furrowed, shaking his head and closing the door a moment later without a second thought. "She died not too long after I was born. I think I may have been four or five, I had not yet started school." He offered the additional information with a shrug, going about his business in the open space even as he spoke. Stopping by a bench along the wall, he picked up the water bottle sitting there and took a long pull, sitting down. "When my mother passed, my father brought my sister and I to live with him in Finland. She now lives in Oslo doing administrative work for a hospital my cousin's family run, and I moved to the US with my cousin on a whim. I like it here, and together he and I have built decent businesses with the trades we have learned. I have my work here--" He spread out his hands to show the gym he was obviously very proud of, a physical representation of all the work he'd put into it. "--and he runs a mechanic shop a few blocks away to support he and his daughter." Standing up, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind him, then to the calendar beneath it. "I apologize, I have a class starting in ten minutes that I need to prepare for. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask them at a later time." FUN FACTSDOMINANT HAND: right
SMOKES: no LANGUAGES: finnish, swedish, english TATTOOS: four PIERCINGS: none GLASSES: no COFFEE OR TEA: coffee MORNING OR NIGHT: morning CATS OR DOGS: dogs PET(S): none A JUNK FOOD: chicken nuggets A VIDEO GAME: battlefield A DESSERT: carrot cake |