Post by Vidar Anfinson on Jul 21, 2013 13:42:00 GMT -5
Vidar Anfinson
Foresatte Engel // 28 // TEACHER // PLAY BY - CGI
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Vidar is someone that generally sees the world in very black and white, right and wrong, terms. Despite this he also has the view that the tools used by those who would do wrong are also available to be used by those who would combat them believing that an action, in and of itself, is simply an action and that it is the motivation behind that action that determines whether or not it is right or wrong. In this regard he is more of an anti-hero than a true hero. For example, a cold blooded, premeditated murder would be wrong, but someone who killed another in self defense or in the defense of another who would otherwise be a victim would be in the right. This sense of right and wrong will also lead Vidar to intervene in situations that others might choose to ignore, though he is not the type of person to go out deliberately looking for trouble. In terms of the standard alignment scale Vidar would fall somewhere between Neutral Good and Chaotic Good.
Vidar was never the most talkative of people as a child growing up and his time in the military has made him even less so. While he views the actions he engaged, and continues to engage, in as necessary for the greater good of his nation and society he's also seen some things that he would prefer to forget having seen. His time in the Norwegian Army made him a somewhat more open and talkative person, but not to a great extent, and he would still be considered much more of an introvert than an extrovert. As a more withdrawn and subdued child Vidar developed into a more withdrawn and subdued adult who's actually a bit of a loner and who doesn't make a lot of friends easily. Despite that he is very dedicated to remaining loyal and faithful to the few friends he does have, as well as his teammates.
Having been born and raised in an Orthodox Christian household and much of his personal morality comes from that upbringing. He's a firm believer in doing the right thing, or what he interprets as the right thing, regardless of the danger or the personal consequences. He's not the type of person to go around proselytizing or wantonly shoving his beliefs down the throats of others. As with many things in his life and history he prefers to keep his religious preferences and views on right and wrong largely to himself, though there are times and circumstances when he will explain himself when pressed.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Avian Physical Mutations/Physiology ::
Vidar has a number of physical mutations including wings, a body fully covered in feathers, fingers and toes that end in talons, a four-chambered heart, a much higher than normal metabolism, a hollow bone structure, and a pair of two Z chromosomes. Some of these mutations serve no other purpose than to make him more avian, for example the heart, metabolism, hollow bone structure, and chromosomal structure. Others are more functional in nature. His talons, like those of most birds, are made of keratin and are non-retractable. His feathers afford a good deal of insulation and provide limited protection from extremes of temperature at the altitudes he can reach with his wings.
Vidar's wings grant him the ability of flight. He is six feet four inches tall and has a wingspan of thirteen feet and the ability reach a maximum altitude of twelve thousand feet, some two thousand feet higher than a bald eagle. As a person that's stronger than an eagle Vidar has the ability to fly higher than they can, he can reach heights in excess of twelve thousand feet but he requires an oxygen supply and special gear to keep his body from icing up with his own sweat. Under normal circumstances he can remain in the air for two to four hours, on a warm day or evening with plenty of updrafts he can remain aloft for four to six hours. In level flight, at maximum exertion, he can fly at a speed of forty miles per hour, in a dive from maximum height he can reach speeds in excess of two hundred miles per hour, though he must be careful in pulling up from such dives to avoid dislocating his wings or even ripping his wings completely off which would result in death. Between periods of rest he can fly, at most, between eighty and one hundred twenty miles depending on the flying conditions, how much he is carrying, and how heavily he exerts himself.- :: Enhanced Senses ::
Just like eagles Vidar's eyes have two foveae which allows him to see both straight in front of his body and his periphery at the same time. Similarly he has exceptional vision that is four times greater than what a human would possess with 20/20 vision. As a point of reference an eagle can spot a rabbit on the ground from a height of a thousand feet when the rabbit is over a mile away, Vidar can do the same thing and with other forms of enhanced optics, such as binoculars, Vidar's vision becomes something that's unparalleled. Vidar also has the ability to hear sounds that are beyond the normal range of human hearing, down into the subsonic range.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Vidar was born into a loving family forever remaining an only child, his father working as a farmer and his mother a poet. While growing up he had a fairly standard childhood, aside from being a bit of a quiet child, up until the time he reached adolescence. It was when he entered puberty that his physical mutations began to manifest themselves. While other boys began to grow hair Vidar sprouted feathers and his wings also began to grow as his vision became gradually more acute. Already a quiet child by nature, with few friends, the mutations led Vidar to become even more quiet and withdrawn, keeping almost entirely to himself at school and even socially since so few people seemed to want to have anything to do with him. Given the rather horrifying nature of his mutations most of his classmates were all too glad that the bird-like peer in their midst chose to keep to himself despite the fact that Norway was a far more open and accepting place regarding mutants than most of the rest of the world.
On turning eighteen the summer after he graduated from high school Vidar enlisted in the Norwegian Army. While in training as Vidar's unique skill set, as a result of his mutations, was recognized and singled out by military superiors where and he was selected to be trained as a special forces operative with a particular emphasis on reconnaissance and small scale operations. His unique use as an asset as led to a number of cross-training exercises with various international militaries including the U.S., Israeli, and British Armies which contributed to his learning and becoming proficient in a modified version of the Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife, which incorporated his talons, and is a combat style favored by the British.
During a eight year career in the Norwegian Army Vidar completed four combat tours, all in Afghanistan, and made it to the rank of Sergeant. He also completed numerous joint training and combat exercises with military units all over the world, including: Finland, Sweden, Russia, Israel, Germany, France, Ukraine, Poland, the United States, and England. As a result of the training exercises Vidar had the opportunity to see much more of the world than he would have been able to normally see as a farmer's son and to experience different cultures and the way in which mutants were treated the world over. During his deployments he also took part in numerous operations, both clandestine and otherwise with both Norweigan and foreign military units, some of which he is not at liberty to discuss openly. He concluded his military service with a one year stint as part of Hans Majestet Kongens Garde, the elite battalion responsible for the protection of the Norwegian King and Royal Family.
At the conclusion of his second enlistment term Vidar decided that he was done with the Army and chose not to re-enlist, instead moving to Oslo with the intent of eventually becoming a history professor or a church leader. During his college studies he did several semesters abroad in the United States where he learned of the institute at Graymalkin Lane in New York. He's unhappy with what he perceives as the grave injustices and prejudices that face mutants in the U.S. and chooses to deal with the situation by keeping his head down and avoiding conflict, generally speaking.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
There were many things in his life that Vidar was grateful for, even if he didn't often elaborate on those things aloud. While there were times when the avian mutant might have wished he was not so physically different from his fellow man that blending into a crowd was impossible he had to admit that, given the nature of his mutations, there were times when there were some nice perks from the physical differences. This particular night, as he was commuting between Toronto University and the University of Buffalo for classes he was glad to have a warm layer of down underneath his feathers since the weather was particularly nasty tonight with a vicious pouring rain coming from towering grey clouds made black by the dark of the night and the absence of a moon. Combined with a moderate wind out of the northwest it made for conditions that were hardly favorable for a night of flying but that were not so unsafe as to cause Vidar to consider grounding himself and skipping class tomorrow in Toronto. Especially when it was easy enough to waterproof the small backpack he carried with him between campuses by simply wrapping it in a black garbage bag. Typically he'd only think about staying grounded when there were thunderstorms or truly excessive winds. Tonight was simply more unpleasant than actually dangerous in terms of being out flying between campuses. The real danger he would encounter tonight would come from forces other than Mother Nature, like low flying aircraft.
Silently he flew, occasionally riding on gusts of the wind, over the Lake Ontario his eyes focused on the skies all around him with an eye out for the running lights of planes and choppers. Occasionally, he lifted a taloned hand to swipe at the accumulated rain drops on his goggles. Soon enough he found himself passing from the his flight over the darkened waters of the lake and into the airspace over the City of Toronto proper, which was much better lit.
In the night sky well above the city lights Vidar flashed flew on over Trinity Square as he enjoyed the way the Church of the Holy Trinity looked at night from the sky. He was just veering to the northwest to finish the few remaining miles of the flight to his dormitory at the University of Toronto when a scream reached his ears, which caused him to paus to hover in the air looking for its source which he quickly spotted with his enhanced vision as a dark figure with a red ponytail darted under a series of street lights closely pursued by three larger figures dressed in dark colors. Watching the scene unfold Vidar bided for time watching the scene unfold and thinking on the best way to intervene if if came to that.
The figures all disappeared under some trees for a moment before emerging and continuing down James Street and heading in the direction of the church. He watched as the person being chased sprinted up the steps to the Church and tugged on the doors, only to find them locked. Before she could reverse her course and continue to run her persuers had cornered her by the doors.
"That's close enough," the woman said, producing a stun gun and holding it out in front of her. Her pursuers obviously didn't take the weapon seriously and continued advancing on her, slowly closing the rough circle they had formed. Still Vidar waited, though he did move so that he was hovering in a good attack position to swoop in on the middle of the three that were encircling the woman. After all, she had sought sanctuary in the church, as nearly as he could tell. Even if she hadn't he wouldn't allow her to come to harm on the church's grounds. As he hovered in the air in a good position to swoop down and launch a surprise attack against the three thugs, likely untrained, he reached underneath his sopping wet shirt and pulled out the medallian of St. John he always wore, raising it to his lips and kissing it just as he had before every mission he had ever been a part of in the Army. "I said stop," she snapped again. Still the attackers continued to close the circle, until they were close enough that Vidar could move against them with the best odds of success.
Tucking his wings the avian man plummeted through the air the short distance to the ground. As he came in he latched the talons of his feet into the shoulders of the middle attacker, wrenching both of his feet savagely and being rewarded with a sharp popping sound as one of the attacker's shoulder blades snapped. His scream of pain was cut short when his head abruptly met the wet pavement with a thump that knocked the attacker unconscious. In a flash Vidar's right hand shot out, a stainless steel combat throwing knife launching from his outstretched hand. He didn't usually carry the weapon on his flights to use it against other people, but rather to protect himself through being able to cut away anything he might be carrying if the need arose. Still, he knew his way about the weapon and the blade buried itself in the stomach of the attacker to his right and the man sort of folded around the weapon as he collapsed to the ground, holding his midsection. In less than a fraction of a second the feathered man rolled to the left and spun bringing his open hand around and his talons flashed as they caught the third attacker just behind his right knee, neatly slicing through both the LCL and MCL in the knee and he two fell to the ground clutching his leg.
Without addressing the red-headed woman, yet, Vidar rose to his feet and stood over the man he'd hamstrung long enough to wipe his hand on a piece of fabric from the downed man's shirt, which he used a taloned finger to neatly remove. Turning he strode over to the man with the knife in his stomach and retrieved the blade, being neither gentle nor overly cruel in removing it. After wiping the throwing knife's blade on the wounded man's shirt he took the man's right hand and placed it over the wound, pressing it down firmly.
"Keep pressure on that until the EMT's arrive," Vidar said bluntly, releasing the man's hand. That done he rifled through the man's pockets, finally finding a cell phone which he used to call 9-1-1. "I need police and medics at the Church of the Holy Trinity on James Street," he said briskly, "there are three criminals here that are in need of immediate medical attention. None of their conditions are life-threatening, but I'd not waste any time getting paramedics out here," he continued, ignoring the questions of the operator and dropping the phone with the call still active onto the chest of the man with the stomach wound. "Speak to them if you wish."
With the more immediate needs taken care of Vidar turned his attention, for the first time, onto the red-headed woman. "Are you alright," he asked bluntly, not showing much emotion in his voice to indicate whether or not he cared one way or the other. The woman nodded, but said nothing in reply, still brandishing her stun gun at him. "If I were going to hurt you you'd already be on the ground. Stay here and speak with the police and medics when they arrive, or don't. It makes little difference to me," he continued, spinning on his heel and striding a few steps off.
"Wait," the woman called out to his turned back. "Who are you?"
"Foresatte Engel," Vidar said after thinking about a response for a moment and choosing to use his codename from the Norweigian Army, coiling his legs beneath him before springing into the air and disappearing into the inky wet blackness of the New York City night.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
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"Class dismissed."
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