Post by Tyr Krom on Sept 10, 2017 18:47:14 GMT -5
-Opening-
Discord Username: Draiden
Password 1: Guts's Jawline
Password 2: #rekt
Type: Fighter v1
Affiliation: Mercenary
Rank: Rank 1
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-Basic Information
Name: Tyr KromAge: 33
Birthday: November 12th
Blood Type: A POS
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 6'8, 260lbs
Physical Description:
Tyr Krom is a large, tall, fair-haired man hailing from the icy winds of Scandenavia. His skin is pale, his eyes are blue, his hair is a dirty blonde and a smile is never too far from his face.
His face is somewhat well refined, with a large forehead, high cheekbones, and a prominent brow ridge adorned with two bushy eyebrows. His jawline is fairly strong, if you could see it from under his thick golden beard. His nose normally would be straight, if it had not been for a scar that spans across it from a time that he tripped and fell on a coffee table and broke it. Now it has a slight bend at the scar. His hair is even thicker than his beard, parting down the middle and flowing down either side of his head. It is mostly straight with only the slightest wave. His eyes are a deep blue.
His head, in comparison to his body, is slightly small. His muscles are very large but not very well defined due to a layer of fat that lines his body. This is not dissimilar to the physical appearance of an Olympic strongman. Thick core and back muscles are accompanied by large, trunk-like legs and arms to match. The layman might compare his stature to that of a shaved bear, but it's really more like an ox.
Being an outdoorsman by nature and at heart, Tyr decides to outfit himself with utility in mind, not fashionability. Blue jeans for their remarkable resilience to the elements and warmth, steel-toed boots for their protection to his toes and for their virtually lifelong durability. For shirts, he typically layers himself with a plaid button-up shirt with an undershirt due to general presentability and to help withstand colder weather, though it is enough to let the chill in.
Due to age, he has begun to have some gray hairs in his beard and on the sides of his head. his forehead sports three horizontal wrinkles from raising his eyebrows for many facial expressions. Laugh lines would be visible, if not for his beard. He is missing a molar on the right side of the top layer of his teeth. Small scars cover his hands from labors and mishaps so many and so minuscule that no one could recall exactly what happened to cause them.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Acupuncture - Tyr has never bought into Eastern medicine, so the idea that stabbing yourself with several needles over and over again is somehow relaxing is beyond him. Explanations of it don't make sense to him, since he only understands human anatomy at more... practical levels. He generally shrugs it off, as with other alternatives to medicine.
Sweden - According to Tyr they "Give us Northmen a bad name."
Peppermint - He understands their useful applications to clear congestion, but other than that he doesn't like the taste. He prefers spearmint.
Paisley print - Something about it just pisses him off. It's anyone's guess why, including his own.
Communists - Tyr can go on and on about communists, honestly. Being a man who has worked for a vast majority of his life, and has a love for craftsmanship and a strong work ethic, he disdains people who think that working is somehow below them. Sure, sharing is good and all, but it ought to not be mandated.
Interpretive dance - "WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN? THEY'RE JUST DANCING!!" -Tyr
Mod culture - You're sad? Congratulations, everyone else has been too. Stop wearing your granddad's old military jacket and get a job.
the 1920's in general - He sees the 1920's as a time of excess debauchery. He has no problem with having a good time, but the decade that is the 1920's did it a little too much. It's excess like this that brings about the self-destruction of humanity in Tyr's eyes.
Erasers that are split in half - They were created for a singular purpose: to erase things written in pencil. That dream will never be realized now thanks to some juvenile who ripped it in half. Now it is too small to fulfill it's purpose.
Hats (except the mighty Stetson) - Tyr doesn't like hats all too much as he has determined that they are now obsolete. Since he's never been in a situation where he needed an extra layer of cloth on his head so the sun can cook his brain, he never saw it for the "cooling" effect people seem to go on about. In addition, he believes sunglasses are infinitely better at keeping the sun out of your eyes than hats. Need to keep sweat off your face? wear a headband... but don't wear a hat. He makes an exception for Stetson hats because he believes they are rooted in a proud history of people who took their destinies into their own hands and reached for what they wanted.
Knitted goods (not to be confused with crochet. He likes crochet.) - If it gets snagged on anything, it's useless.
Canada - They like to parade around on the stereotype that they're very nice and polite... but Tyr knows better. It's the hypocrisy of their behavior he hates.
Most of all, however, Tyr doesn't like himself. He feels that any praises that speak of his moral character are objectively misplaced. He takes a hard line on being the biggest critic of himself, believing that he knows what he can do and what he's capable of better than anyone, though many would argue that he just sets his expectations of himself a little too far out of his reach. He believes that if he's the hardest on himself, it puts him in a position to try and be a better person actively, rather than letting his ego get the better of him.
Likes:
Over and above all, Tyr admires passion. Very few things, even things he does not necessarily like or enjoy he will respect in another as long as they are passionate about it. A lack thereof will more than likely irk him, even sometimes to a point of anger and rage. To him, as long as you enjoy and are able to pour your heart into what you are doing, it does not matter what you do. Without passion for your work/loved ones/beliefs, you may as well not have them. For this reason, he enjoys acting and theater, often holding deep sympathies for actors and stage workers.
Tyr enjoys smallwork with his hands - tinkering and building, though not by any means good at it. He has an affinity to architecture, often giving compliments on masonwork or particularly well-crafted furniture. He especially likes carved wood and bone, since he believes that the art of doing so is very easy to do, but very hard to do right. He enjoys gothic architecture, despite not believing in a Judeo-Christian faith. In general, he has a great love and respect for all craftsmanship, since good craftsmanship takes time and a devotion to your craft.
Tyr enjoys colder weather. It reminds him of home, sure, but this is not the reason he likes it. He enjoys feeling warmer than everything around him, if that makes sense. He also has the ideology that if someone is cold, they can put on a coat. If someone is too hot, however, they can onyl strip down so much before they are arrested for indecency. He also enjoys less humid environments, claiming that humid areas feel like "slowly drowning in air" and that in muggy areas, the heat sticks to you, leaving him wanting to bathe.
In addition, he does keep mental note of various sights, sounds, smells and tastes that he enjoys and sometimes will go out of his way to experience them. Various sights include waterfalls, snowbanks, rain washing down on glass (like windows) and the muscular movement of various animals. Sounds would include the sound of sifting sand, the sound a guitar makes when you slide your fingers across the strings when changing frets, the sound of coins clacking together, the sound of cracking joints (such as knuckles) as well as the sound of wood being split. Smells include yeast, hops, fresh linen, fresh earth after the rain, a smoking gun, as well as various spices like rosemary.
He genuinely enjoys fighting for sport. He believes it to be the purest form of exercise, entertainment and competition. He also believes firmly that the human body is meant to experience its fullest form of strength and beauty it can attain. He will participate in anything related to sport as long as it is not team-based nor involves an air-filled ball. He considers these sports to be "good-for-nothing" and enjoys sports such as wrestling, boxing, MMA, shot put, caber tossing, weightlifting, and eating contests. This being said, he also enjoys competitions that are more fine in nature, such as fencing, HEMA, Jenga, archery, and ballet (though he only enjoys watching the last one)
Hobbies and pastimes include woodcutting, metalworking, amateur carpentry, and firebuilding. He will doodle from time to time, but he is better at drawing for the sake of explanation than drawing for art
Flaws:
His honesty, to anyone and everyone, is massively unfiltered and is considered by many to be brutally honest. To counteract this, he has deigned to make himself a "strong, silent type" where he will prefer to listen and observe in a new environment rather than act to acclimate himself to how things like group dynamics, customs and courtesies are for the area before finally plunging himself into it. This would normally appear on paper as a massive advantage, but Tyr hardly ever decides to initiate exactly when he should begin to talk. This often alienates him and presents himself in a very "stranger in a strange land" vibe. He also has a strong sense of honor, which many tend to attempt to use to their gain.
He is very steadfast in his ideals and his interests, and will vehemently defend them, as well as having a tendency to dismiss many things that others may deem as important because he does not think so. He is fun-loving to an unhealthy degree, and many may see him as a hedonist, despite his vices being very tame in nature. He is very open-minded and will often get him in trouble when it comes to falling for malicious schemes and tricks. Being a man of the world, he feels nothing for devotion to anything other than to people or yourself.
When upset, he has a tendency to not talk about it. This is him trying to be stoic and to think things through himself before seeking out help, but it only makes him stew on it. He has a tendency to keep his turmoil internal, especially when he believes that sharing such feelings would bring the collective down (which would be everything negative) He struggles with understanding his emotions, or more specifically, how to put them into words. This leads him to rather deny that complex emotion exists with him or to bottle them for another time. He is very quick to let go of anger, and this has led to some repressed issues over such feelings.
When extremely angry, he has a tendency to act in an extremely self-destructive manner. Being someone who does not like to be angry nor to lash out at anyone unless justified, he turns to his vices to drown out his violent tendencies, more often than not to his detriment. Any attempts to take him out of this downward spiral might redirect his anger to you, however, which would only upset him more. He feels the need to burn himself out, arguing that it is better for him to destroy himself than everyone around him.
Habits:
He has a tendency to crack his knuckles a lot
He has a tendency to zone out and stare off into space for long periods of time
He has a tendency to idly play with small objects such as sticks, nail clippers, pens, knives, etc.
He has a tendency to forget what is being said in a conversation mid-conversation
He tends to leave things in seemingly random places and forget where they are
He scratches his beard a lot when thinking or zoning out
He is almost always smiling or laughing
Fears:
Ultimately, he fears being forgotten. He believes that no one truly dies if they are spoken of posthumously. He believes that someone truly dies when they fade from everyone's memory. He doesn't wish to be immortalized, nor to be anything heroic in nature, but he wants to be someone that people can respect, and possibly have a story or two to tell about. This fear is very close to his heart, considering many only see a giant amongst men, silent and uncaring.
He also fears very many small things that are otherwise irrational, but are moreso things that he'd rather avoid if necessary. These things include horses, heights, large groups of particularly angry people, as well as mimes and the mentally handicapped. These are things that make his skin crawl, and tries his best to distance himself from them or avoid altogether. He is also scared of going to the Middle East or to South America, because being a big man makes it easy to hit you with gunfire, and these areas are very notorious for being violent, unstable places.
Goals:
Own a tandem bike
be able to lick his elbow
Help a large animal give birth
Domesticate an exotic flightless bird
Get his beard just the right length
Have people he can call friends and a place to call home
Alignment:
Neutral Good
Overall Personality:
Tyr does not expressive himself very much in public or mixed company. He can seem stoic and detached from the world around him, and may even come off as cold and blunt about things. To the casual observer, Tyr does not talk nearly as much as a sane man would, but is Tyr a sane man? He does live by himself most of the time... so why wouldn't he want to talk to the first soul he sees? Most of this time, though, he is thinking very heavily on the situation, environment, and company he has now found himself in. He finds it rude and even arrogant of someone to say whatever they want to complete strangers with no foreknowledge of the people's customs or courtesies. He is simply trying to be a good guest, and learning before speaking. Most would describe him as intense.
To those who give Tyr enough time for him to get comfortable around them, or pry their way into him, find that he is not nearly as intimidating or scary as others would try to say of him. He is very enthusiastic and generous in his gestures and interactions with others. He does not hold very many hard lines on things he does or does not like, making him very malleable to almost any group of people. Acting being something he enjoys, he will sometimes improvise wacky stories and put on different attitudes for fun. He finds himself making new friends everywhere he goes in spite of himself. Always quick to try and make merry, Tyr will find almost any excuse to smile or laugh, and encourages others to do the same. He figures the world is too full of sorrows and woes to not enjoy oneself as much as possible. As such, he will try all in his power to make others happy. His friends would also describe him as intense.
To those who would try to get on Tyr's bad side would find that once one of those few lines are crossed, there is almost no getting back. He is not one to extend olive branches to others, though he has been known to accept them when handed to him out of genuine feeling. Tyr believes in second chances, but does not believe in thirds. These people, he holds no quarter for. They have dishonored themselves and him for playing him for a fool, and may the victory, however short, turn to ash in their mouths. Those who wrong him can go about their lives, but they will not receive a lick of help from Tyr, nor can they expect him to forgive them outright. He will still be civil with them (most of the time) but he will not like them, and he will not attempt to. Most of his enemies would describe him as intense
His personality is, in short, intense. He tries not to get his emotions wrapped up in things because they are so powerful that he himself cannot control them once invested. He may seem like someone who doesn't give a fuck about the world, but really he gives far too much of one. He wants to improve everything - life, living, buildings, machines, people. Nothing makes him happier than seeing others succeed because of him, and nothing makes him more heartbroken than seeing others fail for the same reason. He is especially hard on himself. He proudly makes himself his biggest critic, because he claims that no single person can know everything about him better than himself, so everyone else's opinions of him are somewhat skewed. He tries to put himself in a position where he feels the need to be better - he figures it'll continue to make him a better person in general.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style:
He primarily likes to fight with his hands. He believes very many weapons to just be tools that happen to be also good at killing. He also finds that not using a weapon means practicing his skills is a lot easier and many times less lethal with minimal extra protective equipment. His fighting styles include grappling, wrestling and kickboxing, but his preferred method is good ol' fashioned fisticuffs.
Many of his fighting techniques are taken from modern day boxing, such as general guards, bobbing and weaving, use of quick jabs for disorientation/overwhelming and strong haymaker finishes. However, he does not limit himself to boxing. Like Sambo, he tends to mix in other forms of fighting as well, blending in elbow strikes, chokeholds and general standing grappling knees from MMA. Past this, a lot of his technique is freeform, such as headbutting, tackling, and general pre-fight courtesy from various other fighting techniques.
He almost always adheres to a strict code of honor in fighting. Since fighting is more of a sport and a pastime to him than something done out of life-or-death situation, he has sobered himself to the idea that in a fight, you fight to win, and tries to have fun with most fights, often giving the opponent tips and encouragement mid-fight. There are several instances where his morals may be dropped, however. When people attempt to outnumber him in a fight, all sense of honor goes out the window. This also applies to life-or-death fighting, or the event that courtesies pre-fight (like bowing) are not returned or outright ignored.
Past these forms of fighting, his knowledge is more general and less refined. He has tried to practice fighting with various other weapons such as axes and swords, but he finds them to be less natural than just using your hands, as well as augmenting a fight. He believes a fight to be a pure contest of might and will against one another. Introducing a cold, heartless object like a weapon takes the sport out of it, and adds unnecessary baggage to learning how to fight. In his words it "turns the fight into an arms race"
This does not mean that hasn't learned about weaponry, though. It has only narrowed his knowledge thereof. He knows about how to disarm opponents to level the playing field. He also knows more about weapons through learning about how they are made and how they function, making his knowledge on fighting with weapons less experience based and more contextual to design.
Fullbring
[Tyr does not know about what a Fullbringer is or what a Fullbring is. As such, he has yet to unlock his release and has no idea what it can be or what it is capable of.]
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-History-
Birthplace: Near Stavenger, Norway
Current Residence: N/A
Memorable Figures:
His father, Olrykk Krom
His boxing instructor, Bjorn Jarkoven
History:
Tyr was born in a small town outside of Stavenger in the frozen tundras of Norway. The town is largely known for their furniture and logging industry. The town has a rough population of about 5000 people, barely making it the population of a highschool in some urban areas. The town is relatively average in economic prosperity, though this is more determined in capital goods (winter fuel and land) than in actual monetary incomes.
He had never known his mother, who had died during childbirth. Ultimately, he is not saddened by this apparent loss, but it is noteworthy nonetheless. His childhood was spent most at his father's side in their family workshop, where he helped his father make furniture out of the oak and pine trees native to Norway. He was always big for his age, and his large, clumsy hands could never quite achieve prefection in the arts, but it did heavily influence his respect for craftsmanship.
Tyr's schooling was fairly unremarkable. He got decent enough grades, but never really cared for schooling. Not to say he didn't care for learning, but school in itself seemed awfully robotic and stiff for his tastes, since he's always preferred to learn things spontaneously and hands-on. For these reasons, the only remotely remarkable thing about Tyr's education is how often he took wood shop, metal shop, and, oddly enough, theater. Acting came almost naturally to him, seeing as his personality was so mild that it could get flavored with whatever emotions he wanted them to be fairly easily. Most notably of his acting was when he played the main character in one of their several plays throughout the years - a pirate named Otto Von Kriegen. The former two classes he had more trouble with, considering his overeagerness and lack of experience ruined very many a project. He still strived to try, though, securing him a grade.
From an early age, he could always seem to recall seeing the Norse hersir of his ancestry moving around the many historic battle sites and graveyards dotting the landscape - bearded men in leather and chainmail wielding Dane axes speaking in unintelligible but vaguely familiar dialects about Valhalla. He did not, and still does not to this day, know why he saw dead warriors as if they were still alive. Maybe it was a calling to his destiny as a warrior? Maybe it was a foreboding to stay away from the path of the warrior? Maybe they had simply been denied Valhalla. Maybe their Gods did not exist. Perhaps he was dead too, and was still walking around and talking like he was still alive? No matter the reason, his visions of ghosts did not stop.
When he was twelve, he decided that his visions were a call to adventure. Valhalla - the only word that he understood from his ancestors rang in his head, beckoning him. He never felt this way about anything else before. It was as if a primal urge within him resonated with the ghosts of Vikings - an urge so deeply-rooted in his soul that he could not fight or deny it, nor even begin to comprehend it. All he could do is yearn for it. It was at this point he ran away from home the first time.
His first "adventure" nearly cost him his life. Following some of the ghosts out of town, he happened across an old hunting lodge up in the woods, long forgotten by society. It was winter by then, and Tyr was very cold, so he happily took refuge in the lodge, not knowing that it had been repurposed by a pack of wolves for a den. He looked on in horror as the beasts made ready to kill and eat him, but was saved by his father along with a man who would grow to be a close family friend and Tyr's teacher - Bjorn
His father initially forced Tyr to learn how to fight from Tyr, stating that if he was going to adventure, he should at least be able to defend himself. Tyr was given a set of boxing tape, and Bjorn instructed him to keep these with him at all times, because practice is not something that one can turn off and back on at will - practice has to be something you carry with you in your heart; a desire to get better and a passion for improvement.
This ideal instilled itself into Tyr, coupled with the constant reminder from his father that once he left his home and thrust himself into the world, he carried with him his family's name. This extended to his actions reflecting on his family as well, and to not dishonor his ancestors. Unbeknownst to his father, however, Tyr could actually see what his ancestors probably looked like, and took this to heart. After all, he didn't want an angry Norse draugr attacking him with an axe over something dumb he did offhandedly.
Before long, Tyr grew into a man. He had found peace with the spirits that wandered around him for a time, and found work in the logging industry - cutting wood for his father to make into various crafts. But the call of Valhalla and a good tale to tell the future was ever present. There was no distinction between, but Tyr's home slowly but surely became a prison. What was normal became tedious and the familiar became an anchor that held him from his dreams of adventuring. It is unknown to anyone including himself whether it was the actual travel itself or simply the freedom to do so, but staying became more unbearable by the day.
Tyr finally got his chance to break the cycle when a Hollow made from the soul of a disgruntled berzerker came to destroy his town. It was an odd situation, as only he could see this monster of twisted animal pelts and flesh, sporting a mask like a stag's head. It seemed unlikely that he would be able to hurt it, let alone defeat it, but he grabbed his boxing tape and set out, armed only with these rolls of cloth and his courage. What was probably the most fortunate thing in the world was that he never got to fight this beast. Before he could confront it, another stepped up to destroy the Hollow. It was a young man, clad in a black robe and carrying a katana, who challenged this thing. Both looked so out of place. It was over in almost an instant, and Tyr was astonished. Before he could congratulate the victor, he was gone. With his home destroyed and nothing to follow but his heart, he set out on his own to find his own story.
Tyr currently does not reside in any permanent place, but prefers to drift from place to place, to discover what there is to be experienced through the cultures, foods, traditions and through interactions with the people of that area. He has recently been staying in Karakura Town, Japan