Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 5:17:00 GMT
Lukas Ragnar Thomassen
Male | 29 |
Norwegian | Pansexual |
178cm | 73kg |
Pureblood | |
personality
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Lukas is all but mystery personified. He keeps a far emotional distance between himself and the rest of the world, letting only a select few get close enough to even begin understanding the way his mind works. While he may come off as rough around the edges because of this, he’s the farthest thing from cruel and is in fact, quite a kind and gentle soul even to complete strangers. He wouldn’t hesitate to help someone who’s dropped their groceries, offer up his seat to another or help comfort a distressed child. Socializing is another beast entirely, however.. He very rarely can be bothered to actually hold a conversation with someone and the few times he’s willing, he's still a man of few words. When he does bring himself to socialize and converse, people will find him to be incredibly well-spoken, well-read and by thus, well educated. His accent is only barely noticeable when he’s speaking English, seeing as how he always takes his time to pronounce every word correctly. Jokes aren’t something that he particularly cares for in the least; but he's been known to make an occasional one, at the expense of a certain colleague of his.
Due to his isolated early life, Lukas has difficulties forming close, personal relationships with other people. All in all, he prefers keeping to himself and enjoys his own existence, practically separate from the rest of the world. He isn’t big on truly opening up to people, no matter how close he may actually be to them. It’s just something he’s never been comfortable with, and honestly, probably never will be. This is part of why he took such a keen interest in becoming an Occlumen. His emotions and thoughts are his own; why should they be anyone else’s business? He couldn't trust his parents or guardian in the end, and it has royally crippled his faith in humanity and his ability to trust people. He’s just a guarded soul through and through-- with walls built ten feet tall around his heart and mind, and even a nice little mote around his whole person. To keep plenty of physical distance from others as well, he spends the majority of his time outside, regardless if his activity actually requires it or not and is never concerned with the weather(unless it’s hot). He often goes on hiking trails or walks the coastline, though sometimes even just sitting outside under the shade of a tree, alone, is enough for him.
While he is normally quite polite with people, and sometimes even genuinely friendly.. The one thing that the Norwegian cannot tolerate is blatant stupidity. It is one case if someone was either just not fortunate enough to have proper schooling or they’re just too young to know better. He can understand and handle that. But if you aren’t in either of these groups, and lean towards the dimmer side of the intelligence scale, it’s only a matter of time before he’s annoyed one too many times. Because of his high intelligence, not only does he get easily annoyed with those far below his intellectual level, Lukas often completely looks down on them. He won't ever bluntly state this, but his frequent snarky attitude and sarcastic remarks to those people he’s placed into the category, are more or less evidence of his manner of thinking. The only time this behavior is absent, is when he’s gone out for a drink. Luckily enough for his occasional drinking buddies, Lukas is a much more friendly, sociable person with alcohol in his hand; even if he hasn’t gotten drunk yet.
Lukas is knowledgeable about a variety of muggle things, though noticeably more so on things he has a clear interest in or fascination of. He was raised attending various muggle music concerts throughout the year, as they were the only family outings he can remember. Christmas and concerts, that was about it as far as genuine family time. Lukas fell in love with jazz the very first time he went, despite being a little kid, and with every concert that love only grew. However at the end of his third year, he developed a fascination with Black Metal. Despite the controversy surrounding it, and his parents’ disdain for it, he became quite involved in the genre and never missed a show in the neighboring countries. The man is also a genius at chess, both wizard's and muggle, and considers it to be one of his favorite past times. He isn’t particularly competitive when it comes to the game, but with his advanced skills, its difficult to find a worthy opponent without entering competitions. He’s won numerous tournaments and prizes, but despite this, he actually enjoys being beaten in chess, considering how rarely it happens. It is solely a learning experience for him, which he quite likes.
His guilty pleasure however, is coffee. He can’t go very long without a cup or two of good coffee; and forget getting him out of bed without it. Whether it be hot, cold, blended, Irish, espresso.. If it’s coffee, he drinks it. Not to mention the fact he always has a variety of thermos of some kind of coffee with him. Lukas practically doesn’t drink anything else. Water once in a while, alcohol of course. But never tea, soda or juice. He’s been so addicted to coffee for as long as he can remember, it may as well be the blood in his veins. If you thought he was unsociable with coffee, you don’t want to see him without it.
Lukas is all but mystery personified. He keeps a far emotional distance between himself and the rest of the world, letting only a select few get close enough to even begin understanding the way his mind works. While he may come off as rough around the edges because of this, he’s the farthest thing from cruel and is in fact, quite a kind and gentle soul even to complete strangers. He wouldn’t hesitate to help someone who’s dropped their groceries, offer up his seat to another or help comfort a distressed child. Socializing is another beast entirely, however.. He very rarely can be bothered to actually hold a conversation with someone and the few times he’s willing, he's still a man of few words. When he does bring himself to socialize and converse, people will find him to be incredibly well-spoken, well-read and by thus, well educated. His accent is only barely noticeable when he’s speaking English, seeing as how he always takes his time to pronounce every word correctly. Jokes aren’t something that he particularly cares for in the least; but he's been known to make an occasional one, at the expense of a certain colleague of his.
Due to his isolated early life, Lukas has difficulties forming close, personal relationships with other people. All in all, he prefers keeping to himself and enjoys his own existence, practically separate from the rest of the world. He isn’t big on truly opening up to people, no matter how close he may actually be to them. It’s just something he’s never been comfortable with, and honestly, probably never will be. This is part of why he took such a keen interest in becoming an Occlumen. His emotions and thoughts are his own; why should they be anyone else’s business? He couldn't trust his parents or guardian in the end, and it has royally crippled his faith in humanity and his ability to trust people. He’s just a guarded soul through and through-- with walls built ten feet tall around his heart and mind, and even a nice little mote around his whole person. To keep plenty of physical distance from others as well, he spends the majority of his time outside, regardless if his activity actually requires it or not and is never concerned with the weather(unless it’s hot). He often goes on hiking trails or walks the coastline, though sometimes even just sitting outside under the shade of a tree, alone, is enough for him.
While he is normally quite polite with people, and sometimes even genuinely friendly.. The one thing that the Norwegian cannot tolerate is blatant stupidity. It is one case if someone was either just not fortunate enough to have proper schooling or they’re just too young to know better. He can understand and handle that. But if you aren’t in either of these groups, and lean towards the dimmer side of the intelligence scale, it’s only a matter of time before he’s annoyed one too many times. Because of his high intelligence, not only does he get easily annoyed with those far below his intellectual level, Lukas often completely looks down on them. He won't ever bluntly state this, but his frequent snarky attitude and sarcastic remarks to those people he’s placed into the category, are more or less evidence of his manner of thinking. The only time this behavior is absent, is when he’s gone out for a drink. Luckily enough for his occasional drinking buddies, Lukas is a much more friendly, sociable person with alcohol in his hand; even if he hasn’t gotten drunk yet.
Lukas is knowledgeable about a variety of muggle things, though noticeably more so on things he has a clear interest in or fascination of. He was raised attending various muggle music concerts throughout the year, as they were the only family outings he can remember. Christmas and concerts, that was about it as far as genuine family time. Lukas fell in love with jazz the very first time he went, despite being a little kid, and with every concert that love only grew. However at the end of his third year, he developed a fascination with Black Metal. Despite the controversy surrounding it, and his parents’ disdain for it, he became quite involved in the genre and never missed a show in the neighboring countries. The man is also a genius at chess, both wizard's and muggle, and considers it to be one of his favorite past times. He isn’t particularly competitive when it comes to the game, but with his advanced skills, its difficult to find a worthy opponent without entering competitions. He’s won numerous tournaments and prizes, but despite this, he actually enjoys being beaten in chess, considering how rarely it happens. It is solely a learning experience for him, which he quite likes.
His guilty pleasure however, is coffee. He can’t go very long without a cup or two of good coffee; and forget getting him out of bed without it. Whether it be hot, cold, blended, Irish, espresso.. If it’s coffee, he drinks it. Not to mention the fact he always has a variety of thermos of some kind of coffee with him. Lukas practically doesn’t drink anything else. Water once in a while, alcohol of course. But never tea, soda or juice. He’s been so addicted to coffee for as long as he can remember, it may as well be the blood in his veins. If you thought he was unsociable with coffee, you don’t want to see him without it.
history
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Lukas was born to the happy couple of Magne and Silje one early morning in May. His parents were young then, both in their teens and completely in love. Both with each other and with the dangerous lives they lived; it was a thrill ride for them. Despite how good they were as a couple and as Aurors, they were far from the best parents. They raised Lukas to the best of their abilities, but the warm, familial closeness one would normally expect, was completely absent from their world. With his near prodigal intelligence, the young Norseman could tell from an early age that his family unit wasn’t like everyone else’s. But he was fortunately, completely disinterested in it, and so he sought out refuge in books.
Books took him to all kinds of foreign, wondrous places and worlds his parents wouldn’t. They gave him all kinds of friends he was too shy to make on his own and taught him valuable lessons Magne and Silje didn't have time for. He was especially fond of muggle fairytale books, with their trolls, princesses, and magic. It was so different from the actual wizarding world and it never ceased to amaze him. So when his parents had to leave for the U.K, for an extended meeting with the Ministry and left him in the care of a hulking, green-haired giant of a bodyguard.. Lukas did what came natural. He shouted Troll!, ran and hid in his closet for hours until hunger finally won out and he snuck to the kitchen for a snack. To his surprise, the man he dubbed ‘Troll’, had prepared dinner for the both of them and was simply reading the newspaper while he waited. Lukas was stunned. Not even his mother sat at the table to have dinner with him; nonetheless made it herself. Or his father, for that matter.
From then on, he became quite attached to ‘Troll’ or Mister Toov, as he was actually called. He saw the man as more of a father figure than Magne and was much more cooperative for Toov than anyone else. Wherever Lukas went, Toov was never far behind, keeping an eye on him while keeping his distance as something akin to his personal bodyguard. Toov’s job mostly seemed to entail separating Lukas and a certain Danish halfblood from a neighboring family, whenever they’d get into squabbles. No matter how often they seemed to bicker, or rather, how often Lukas argued at the wall that is Abel, there was just something that always wound up drawing him back to the other again and again. Though he’d stubbornly deny it and insist he absolutely hated that guy, Toov couldn’t count how many times he’d find them fallen asleep against each other and sticking up for one another against anyone who dared to try bullying them.
Lukas’s life changed for the better a second time, when after being gone for another, long trip, Magne returned home with a fragile looking, baby boy named [[Iceland]]. He could never put it into words or try to describe the feeling, but it was if the missing puzzle piece of his life suddenly fell right into place. As perfect a fit as anything could be. There was a big age difference between the two, but Lukas adored his new little brother with all his heart. With the lack of worthwhile parenting in their lives, he did his best to make sure [[Iceland]] would never be as lonely as Lukas had, when he was younger. It became a natural habit to read one of his books to his little brother every night before bed, and explain the lessons the fairytales held the next morning over breakfast. He spoiled the boy as much as he could, reading him fairy tales, doing all the housework, using his own hard-earned money to buy whatever the Icelander could possibly want. Toov had never seen Lukas happier than when that boy would call him his brother. It gave him a sense of purpose; like he was doing something right in this world.
With his parents being around so little, despite only being a second year in Durmstrang, Lukas took it upon himself to plead his case to the headmaster. And after some contemplation and bargaining, he received special permission to leave school grounds and return home every weekend, to help care for his baby brother, on the condition he remain amongst the highest ranked students in his year. So with renewed determination, Lukas worked as hard as he could, studying every free second he had; all so he could have that precious time to help raise his brother. There was absolutely nothing that could prevent him from continuously earning this privilege, neither hell nor high water. …Or so he thought. While he succeeded for a good many years in school, eventually his perfect grades started slipping. His spells weren't as strong or as effective. Sometimes, they even backfired. Sometimes, they refused to work at all. Lukas was completely baffled. His wand had never failed him before! What had changed? Nothing! He still studied nonstop, still went home every weekend to take care of his brother. Sure, a certain Dane often interfered and distracted him from studying. And sure, now they were closer than ever before, but it's not like he really cared about him. So why would that negatively effect his wand?
It wouldn’t. Except for the fact his wand was made out of Black Walnut. A wood known for never allowing someone who practices self-deception or dishonesty, to wield it. Even so, Lukas continued to deny he felt anything more than tentative friendship for Abel Densen. Right up until the headmaster threatened to revoke his weekends. It was only then, that the Norwegian finally caved, finally admitted to himself that that positively irritating idiot of a man meant a lot more to him than he ever wanted anyone to. Unfortunately..It was too little, too late. Not even being honest with himself could save his wand and within a few days, the wand’s power faded entirely. Lukas was furious. Furious with himself, with Abel, with every single Black Walnut tree on Earth. How could he let that fool nearly ruin everything for him and his brother? That weekend, the Norwegian sought out a new wand, taking great care to avoid getting paired with another ‘faulty’ one. He was satisfied in the end. Though his new wand would take a while to completely master, it was already stronger than his original and much more compatible with his personality.
TBC
Lukas was born to the happy couple of Magne and Silje one early morning in May. His parents were young then, both in their teens and completely in love. Both with each other and with the dangerous lives they lived; it was a thrill ride for them. Despite how good they were as a couple and as Aurors, they were far from the best parents. They raised Lukas to the best of their abilities, but the warm, familial closeness one would normally expect, was completely absent from their world. With his near prodigal intelligence, the young Norseman could tell from an early age that his family unit wasn’t like everyone else’s. But he was fortunately, completely disinterested in it, and so he sought out refuge in books.
Books took him to all kinds of foreign, wondrous places and worlds his parents wouldn’t. They gave him all kinds of friends he was too shy to make on his own and taught him valuable lessons Magne and Silje didn't have time for. He was especially fond of muggle fairytale books, with their trolls, princesses, and magic. It was so different from the actual wizarding world and it never ceased to amaze him. So when his parents had to leave for the U.K, for an extended meeting with the Ministry and left him in the care of a hulking, green-haired giant of a bodyguard.. Lukas did what came natural. He shouted Troll!, ran and hid in his closet for hours until hunger finally won out and he snuck to the kitchen for a snack. To his surprise, the man he dubbed ‘Troll’, had prepared dinner for the both of them and was simply reading the newspaper while he waited. Lukas was stunned. Not even his mother sat at the table to have dinner with him; nonetheless made it herself. Or his father, for that matter.
From then on, he became quite attached to ‘Troll’ or Mister Toov, as he was actually called. He saw the man as more of a father figure than Magne and was much more cooperative for Toov than anyone else. Wherever Lukas went, Toov was never far behind, keeping an eye on him while keeping his distance as something akin to his personal bodyguard. Toov’s job mostly seemed to entail separating Lukas and a certain Danish halfblood from a neighboring family, whenever they’d get into squabbles. No matter how often they seemed to bicker, or rather, how often Lukas argued at the wall that is Abel, there was just something that always wound up drawing him back to the other again and again. Though he’d stubbornly deny it and insist he absolutely hated that guy, Toov couldn’t count how many times he’d find them fallen asleep against each other and sticking up for one another against anyone who dared to try bullying them.
Lukas’s life changed for the better a second time, when after being gone for another, long trip, Magne returned home with a fragile looking, baby boy named [[Iceland]]. He could never put it into words or try to describe the feeling, but it was if the missing puzzle piece of his life suddenly fell right into place. As perfect a fit as anything could be. There was a big age difference between the two, but Lukas adored his new little brother with all his heart. With the lack of worthwhile parenting in their lives, he did his best to make sure [[Iceland]] would never be as lonely as Lukas had, when he was younger. It became a natural habit to read one of his books to his little brother every night before bed, and explain the lessons the fairytales held the next morning over breakfast. He spoiled the boy as much as he could, reading him fairy tales, doing all the housework, using his own hard-earned money to buy whatever the Icelander could possibly want. Toov had never seen Lukas happier than when that boy would call him his brother. It gave him a sense of purpose; like he was doing something right in this world.
With his parents being around so little, despite only being a second year in Durmstrang, Lukas took it upon himself to plead his case to the headmaster. And after some contemplation and bargaining, he received special permission to leave school grounds and return home every weekend, to help care for his baby brother, on the condition he remain amongst the highest ranked students in his year. So with renewed determination, Lukas worked as hard as he could, studying every free second he had; all so he could have that precious time to help raise his brother. There was absolutely nothing that could prevent him from continuously earning this privilege, neither hell nor high water. …Or so he thought. While he succeeded for a good many years in school, eventually his perfect grades started slipping. His spells weren't as strong or as effective. Sometimes, they even backfired. Sometimes, they refused to work at all. Lukas was completely baffled. His wand had never failed him before! What had changed? Nothing! He still studied nonstop, still went home every weekend to take care of his brother. Sure, a certain Dane often interfered and distracted him from studying. And sure, now they were closer than ever before, but it's not like he really cared about him. So why would that negatively effect his wand?
It wouldn’t. Except for the fact his wand was made out of Black Walnut. A wood known for never allowing someone who practices self-deception or dishonesty, to wield it. Even so, Lukas continued to deny he felt anything more than tentative friendship for Abel Densen. Right up until the headmaster threatened to revoke his weekends. It was only then, that the Norwegian finally caved, finally admitted to himself that that positively irritating idiot of a man meant a lot more to him than he ever wanted anyone to. Unfortunately..It was too little, too late. Not even being honest with himself could save his wand and within a few days, the wand’s power faded entirely. Lukas was furious. Furious with himself, with Abel, with every single Black Walnut tree on Earth. How could he let that fool nearly ruin everything for him and his brother? That weekend, the Norwegian sought out a new wand, taking great care to avoid getting paired with another ‘faulty’ one. He was satisfied in the end. Though his new wand would take a while to completely master, it was already stronger than his original and much more compatible with his personality.
TBC
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Wand | |
Griffin Feather | Blackthorn |
Eleven & Half | Rigid |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
DADA | Magical Creatures |
Familiar | Patronus |
Lionhead Rabbit | Animal here |
Norway from Axis Powers:Hetalia | |
Carrot | |
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