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BerichtOnderwerp: Re: ASDFGGFSASDFGHJKL   vr jan 06, 2017 1:09 pm


Isak Håkon Sørensen
17 / 753
5 May 1882
Frederikshald / Halden, Norway
Homosexual
Precognition
Tarjei Sandvik Moe
r e l a t i o n s h i p s
[father] Alexander Sørensen. Born 1853. Alexander, an engineer, was an ambitious man who saw only opportunity and no limitations. He was determined to bring progress to his city and moved to Monmouth in the United Kingdom to survey the iron production and distribution there. He was away from home frequently, as he travelled across the entire country to study the Industrial Revolution, which was still budding in Norway where it was already flourishing in the UK, and had limited contact with his wife and son.

[mother] Ulrikke Sørensen (née Valdersen). Born 1858. In contrast to her husband, Ulrikke was at home all the time to look after her son, who was the light of her life. She married Alexander when he wasn’t as absorbed with his work as he would become in later life, and enjoyed married life for the first few years. After the birth of Isak, she lavished most of her attention on him in an attempt to forget about her husband, who had marched them away from home to settle in a country where she didn’t speak the language. As Isak became older, she relied on him more and more for daily business.

[best friend/crush] Jimin Park. Born 1883. Jimin is, without a doubt, the most important person in Isak’s life. Ever since saving Jimin’s life, the two of them have become inseparable, even when it was revealed that Jimin, until then only known to Isak as “Min,” was human instead of a wolf. Isak would go to hell and back for Jimin. Somewhere along the way, their close friendship developed into something not-quite-friendship but also not-quite-something-else. Isak privately admits to himself there’s no one he’d rather spend his life with than Jimin.


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p e c u l i a r i t y
Isak’s gift is precognition – he can see into the future. This is not a gift he can control; his visions happen randomly. Isak hasn’t been able to pinpoint a certain pattern to them yet, other than that they consistently occur whenever he’s in danger, though they can also occur when he’s not in danger. He can only see a few seconds into the future, usually no more than seven, which means that he has limited time to react to whatever he sees. When he was younger, his gift used to give him headaches, but he doesn’t experience them anymore now that he’s older.

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l o o k s
At 1.83, Isak is taller than most Norwegians his age – especially during the nineteenth century. He’s far too thin at that; Isak doesn’t quite know why that is, because he does eat plenty (too much on occasion, even) but he simply doesn’t seem to fatten up easily. He has dark blonde hair that always curls no matter what he does with it, giving him a playful appearance. He has brown eyes. He’s not particularly fussy about his appearance; he wears whatever he wants, no matter how ridiculous he looks, so long as he’s comfortable.

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p e r s o n a l i t y
Bubbly. Isak is nearly always cheerful. He has a positive outlook on life and sees the good in everyone and everything. He can make light of even a grave situation.

Devoted. Once Isak has attached himself to someone, he’s fully devoted to them and will do anything to keep them safe and make them happy. He’ll forget about, in his eyes, silly things like law and convention, instead pushing his very limits to look after the other person. He can get very defensive on their behalf when it appears like someone is trying to hurt them, either physically or emotionally.

Willing to help. Isak doesn’t like seeing people or animals hurt, no matter how close he is to them, and so he is one of the first people to offer his help regardless of the situation.

Tactile. Touch is a very important thing to Isak, who was hugged frequently by his mother as a child. He shows his affection through a casual hand on someone’s shoulder, or an arm around their neck, or simply by enveloping them in a hug. He doesn’t always notice if someone is uncomfortable with these touches.

Secretive. Despite his ultimately altruistic personality, he isn’t very open about himself. Only a handful of people know his deepest thoughts, and he likes to keep it that way. He’s very protective of his gift, keeping it a secret from the world with the exception of very few, and of the people he loves.

Distrusting. He likes to help people and strives to make them happy, but he doesn’t trust them, mostly because he knows many would try to use his gift for their own (ultimately selfish) ends if they knew about him. Though he’ll great everyone with the same enthusiasm, he watches them closely for a long time to determine if they’re trustworthy. Most often, he doesn’t make the

Possessive. Once Isak has gotten close to something or someone, he is very possessive of them. It’s not by accident that his nickname for Jimin is “Min” – mine. He doesn’t prevent people from doing the things they like to do or become angry if they don’t spend enough time with him, but he does get jealous and sulky whenever he feels he’s been ignored in favour of someone else.

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h i s t o r y
Isak Håkon Sørensen was born in 1882 in Frederikshald (now Halden) in Norway. He was his parents’ only child, mostly due to his father’s obsession with his work. He was doted on by his mother, with whom he was close. His father, who was an engineer by trade, moved them to Monmouth in the UK when Isak was three, so he might study the Industrial Revolution in Britain and, eventually, bring progress to Norway. Isak grew up speaking English as well as Norwegian, as his mother didn’t go out much and never quite mastered English. Because his father was away from home frequently, Isak developed a close relationship with his mother.

As the years went by, Isak grew up into a cheerful child and from there into a happy teenager. He wasn’t the most studious pupil at school and he got into trouble frequently for pulling pranks, which he never told his mother about. He loved being outside and spent many days exploring the woods just outside of Monmouth with his friends. It was here that his gift manifested itself when he was twelve. While he was in the forest with his friends, he saw a sudden flash in front of his eyes, as if he was frozen but the world around him continued on. He heard a faint bang in the distance, and saw one of his friends drop to the ground, clutching his shoulder, blood streaming from in between his fingers. It lasted but a few moments, and when it ended, Isak was left with a blinding headache. A few seconds later, he heard the bang again, more clearly this time, and saw his friend drop to the ground with a bloodied shoulder. While the rest of their friends immediately rushed to his aid, Isak was rooted to the spot, staring at his friend in shock.

The visions kept happening at random intervals. Isak figured out pretty quickly that they were visions of the future, warning Isak of danger or simply showing him what would still come to pass. He tried to summon them at will, but found that he couldn’t; with the headaches they left him with, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to make the effort. He wasn’t sure why he had this particular power, but he was clever enough to know he shouldn’t speak of it to anyone – he knew what they did to people who claimed to see the future or have any other gift. He loved his life too much to spend the rest of it in an asylum.

So Isak was tight-lipped about his visions, claiming migraine whenever they happened around other people. Apart from them, life continued on as it had been anyway, until Isak was sixteen. He was once again exploring the forest, on his own this time, when he heard a soft, pitiful whining somewhere close to him. Isak, who had always loved animals from a young age, went looking for the source of the sound and found it in a white wolf collapsed in the shrubbery. It was the smallest wolf Isak had ever seen, unnaturally so, though he didn’t linger on the thought – more worrying were the specks of blood caked into its fur. When Isak moved closer, careful to keep his hands where the wolf could see them, it whimpered and shied away. It was obviously exhausted and terrified, as well as injured.

For a few moments, Isak didn’t know what to do. He doubted the wolf would let him touch it, especially when it was so wounded, but he couldn’t very well leave it either. After some more hesitation, he took a flash of water from his pack along with some bread (he wasn’t sure wolves normally ate bread, but it would have to do) he’d brought for lunch that day, and cupped some of the water into his palms and held them out to the wolf. As he had expected, the animal shied away from his touch, whining softly as the movement likely jarred its injuries. Slowly, the water trickled from Isak’s hands to the ground. Isak offered the wolf a small, hopefully reassuring smile even though he knew it probably wouldn’t understand, and put the lid back on the flask. He put the bread on the ground, close enough for the wolf to reach it if it wanted to, and pulled his knees up to his chest to make himself as small as he possibly could without actually lying down; wounded animals were fiercest, and Isak didn’t like to think about what the wolf could do to him if he made a mistake, small and weak as it looked.

Some time later, the wolf’s eyes drifted shut and it stopped trying to crawl away from Isak. For a terrifying second, Isak thought the wolf was dead, but then he saw its chest rise and fall with unsteady breaths. It had slipped into unconsciousness, then. Isak hesitated over whether or not to check for injuries now that the wolf wasn’t trying to get away from him anymore, but decided against it, afraid his touch would startle the wolf awake and cause him to bite or, worse, to run off despite its condition. So even though Isak leaned a little closer to see if he could spot any injuries that way, he didn’t touch the wolf – not until it woke a few hours later. Darkness had started to set in by then, though it was still light enough to see by. In the twilight, Isak could see the wolf’s eyes open. It looked confused to see Isak was still sitting there.

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t r i v i a
» Isak is abnormally punctual. He can’t stand being late and makes sure to always show up to an appointment exactly on time.
» He’s most often found humming tunes under his breath.
» Because he was raised in Monmouth and spent somewhat over a century in the loop in Wales, he speaks English more fluently than he does Norwegian. He does still curse in Norwegian, though, and the songs he hums are Norwegian, as well.
» Technically speaking, Isak isn’t sure if he’s actually homosexual or something else; the only person he’s ever been in love with is Jimin. Because Jimin is a man, so Isak finds it easier to think of himself as homosexual.

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BerichtOnderwerp: Re: ASDFGGFSASDFGHJKL   vr feb 03, 2017 11:19 am


Corey Nelsan Townshend
19 / 110
6 June 1906
New York, USA
Pansexual
Shapeshifter
Ezra Miller
f a m i l y
[mother] Catherine Townshend (1883 – 1912). Seamstress. Corey doesn’t have any fond memories of his mother, but he loved her fiercely (even to this day).
[father] John Townshend (1879 – 1930). Occupation unknown. Corey loathed his father, who was a gambler and drinker, and blames him for his mother’s death, since she worked herself to the bone trying to pay off his gambling debts.

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p e c u l i a r i t y
Corey is a shapeshifter, which means that he can alter the appearance of his body. He doesn’t need an example, though it’s easier to model himself after someone he knows. He is aware enough of his own body that he can alter whatever part of it into something he wants, so long as he has a clear vision of what he wants it to look like. Smaller changes – just his face, for instance – are easier to maintain than larger ones – such as his entire body – which means that he can keep them up for longer periods of time without spending too much energy on keeping them in place. If he wants to shapeshift his entire body, he can only maintain it for a short period of time before he runs out of energy. Corey also cannot shapeshift into animals or items; he can only shapeshift into humanoid form.

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Whenever he’s not shapeshifted himself into someone else, Corey has black, tousled hair that usually reaches his neck. He has dark eyes often shimmering with mischief. He’s not traditionally attractive – at least according to himself – but his height, a respectable 1,80m, plays to his advantage. He’s not extremely lean, though his wrists are thin, but he pays close attention to what he eats so that he doesn’t gain a lot of weight. He’s content with his body and usually doesn’t shapeshift unless it’s necessary – or he wants to mess with people.

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p e r s o n a l i t y
Steadfast. Whenever Corey has decided on a course of action, nothing and no one will make him veer from it. He simply stops listening when people try to dissuade him from doing something, merely smiling sweetly or perhaps promising to think about what they’ve said. He never does, though. It has landed him in trouble often enough, but he remains as stubborn as ever despite of it.

Loyal. Only a very select number of people bring out his softer side. With them, he is more friendly, more attentive, and sometimes even fiercely protective. He doesn’t abandon his true friends, especially when they’ve stood by him through difficult times.

Intelligent. Corey’s mind is his greatest asset. He’s knowledgeable on a number of topics, though they’re not the topics typically found in schoolbooks or academic dissertations - he’s not very book-wise because he never did get a proper education. He is, however, street-smart and very good at thinking on his feet. Both his gift and his sharp senses make him a good reader of people, and he’s often able to work out what others are going to do or say before they’ve done so.

Playful. Corey likes messing with people. He’s always in for a joke, both good-natured and at someone else’s expense. It’s hard to determine when he’s being serious, because he’s nearly always smiling and laughing. There is always something unsettling about dealing with him because of this – often an undercurrent of danger and discomfort. Corey is very much aware of the effect this aspect of his personality has on people and uses it to his full advantage.

Playboy. In his life, Corey hasn’t shied away from more carnal pleasures and usually actively seeks them out. He’s not a romantic at heart but he’s good at acting like one if it lands him with a willing body to share his bed with. He’s not usually one for longer relationships, opting for one-night stands or brief dalliances, although there have been one or two people who have made him consider committing to a more serious relationship. They have been few and far between, though, and he remains perfectly content with one-night stands as long as he gets some every once in a while. He’s not picky about gender; as long as a person is breathing and has a pulse and is at least moderately attractive, they’re fair game.

Manipulative. Corey gets what he wants, no matter what he has to do to get it. He has no qualms about bribing or blackmailing people to do it, though he prefers a more subtle approach. A whispered word here, a promise there, a suggestive hand on your back. He knows your weak spots and knows exactly how to exploit them without feeling very remorseful about pushing your buttons.

Egotistical. There is one important rule in Corey’s life that anyone who aims at sharing it needs to understand and honour: Corey comes first. Even though he’s loyal to a select number of people and will do his utmost to protect them from harm, he puts himself in front of most others and doesn’t like dealing with their problems when it isn’t beneficial for him to do so. Even with close friends, he makes sure his own needs are seen to before he tends to anyone else.

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h i s t o r y
Corey was born in 1906 in New York City. His mother was a seamstress who barely made enough money to support herself, let alone herself and a child. His father, who was a heavy drinker and gambler, had left before Corey was even born, not wanting to take responsibility for a child that would only get in the way of his own habits. The first few years of Corey’s life should have been carefree and happy, but Corey holds memories of them to this day in which there is only the rapid deterioration of his mother’s health. She worked herself harder than her body could handle, churning out dress after dress, day in day out, for years, to earn enough money to support both herself and Corey and – so Corey would learn when he was given her possessions when he was sixteen – to pay off her absent husband’s gambling debts.

Catherine Townshend died when she was but twenty-eight, leaving behind her five-year-old son, who was placed in an orphanage. Corey, who was a bright child even at five, immediately decided he hated the orphanage and everyone in it, and made sure to voice his displeasure frequently and loudly. He was a difficult child to handle even at a young age and his temperament didn’t improve with time and frequent punishment – if anything, he became even more unpleasant as time went on, refusing to participate in simple activities and turning any direct order into a debate that left his caretakers flustered. He was never adopted and spent his entire childhood and teenage years in the orphanage. He did find friends as he got older, though they reinforced his erratic behaviour rather than improve it. With them, he frequently snuck out of the orphanage, and he took up smoking when one of them swiped a packet of cigarettes from a passerby.

All the while, Corey grew up hating his father. As the years went by, he found himself missing his mother. Her deterioration and eventual death weighed heavy on him and he found himself thinking of what-ifs and maybes, approaching his mother’s death from every angle to find a way in which it could have been prevented. When he was sixteen, he was given whatever was left of his mother’s personal possessions, among them the letters from debt collectors addressed to the man Corey knew was his father. He took in the amount of money he had gambled away, the money Corey’s mother had tried to pay back, and found the cause for her death, first and foremost, in his father, who had left his wife when she became pregnant and left his debts for her to settle. Without his debts, without his gambling, she wouldn’t have had to work herself quite so hard. Without his debts, she might still be alive.

He left the orphanage soon thereafter, sneaking out with his belongings in a duffel bag, and never came back. He altered his appearance so that the sisters at the hospital wouldn’t find him – he had discovered his gift years ago, quite by accident, and had spent his teenage years perfecting it – and hid away in the busy streets of New York among the other homeless people. He stole money from rich men’s pockets and food from vendors whenever he could, altering his face enough that the police couldn’t chase him down, and put the money aside until he had enough to buy a modest apartment in one of the older buildings of the city. There, he spread out the letters sent to his father but tended to by his mother, pinning them to the walls on his bed. He stared at the name of the addressee – John Townshend – and vowed, there and then, that he would find his father and exact his due from his flesh. John Townshend would understand keenly what he had done to his wife and child.

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t r i v i a
» Corey has been a smoker for most of his life and has no intention of quitting.
» The more negative aspects of Corey’s personality surface more often when he has changed his appearance, as if the anonymity gives him the guts to reveal that part of himself .
» He loves kissing. He knows it’s often viewed as a romantic, even intimate, gesture to be reserved for those he has strong feelings for, but he doesn’t think of it that way. It’s simply pleasurable for him and he indulges whenever he can.
» He has a great love for tattoos, but only on other people. This is predominantly due to the fact that Corey has an irrational fear of needles.

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