Post by Kveldulf Argenlet on Nov 1, 2014 21:06:49 GMT -8
Full Name: Kveldulf Argenlet
Age: 109
Gender: Male
Class you wish to have: Self Defense and P.E.
Personality: As an instructor, he is strict and stern, yet despite being intimidating, he isn't a bully, nor does he get ego-trips. Quite the contrary; outside of class he is almost subdued, quiet, though he won't turn down conversation when it is offered. He is both instructor and mentor to many of his students, and to others he can become a nightmare if they slack off or show disrespect. In his private life, he tends to be more of a homebody, only really leaving for an occasional lunch with a friend or for a meeting with the school instructors or to load up on his rations. Other times, he'll disappear for a weekend to go hunting, an rarely will he bring anyone with him.
Ability(s):
Ulfhedinn: Like the ancient cult of Norse berserkers, in the heat of battle, his blood boils and he becomes impervious (though no invincible) to wounds, not feeling the bite of weapons until long after the battle has ended. His adrenaline levels raise to incredible levels, and in some instances, can replace the blood in his veins. His strength increases from a normal human to that of a grizzly, and he becomes faster, more agile, but less in control as rage seeps in. A side effect of this is that he also shifts somewhat, becoming more animalistic both mentally and physically; however he can't fully shift to an animal form, nor can he go beyond an exaggerated case of hypertrichosis without the use of a wolfskin, one he typically keeps at his home unless he's on missions. After battle, if his wounds aren't mortal, his healing capacity is increased, allowing him to heal from muscle tears, cuts, bruising, and more superficial pain in a day; whereas more aggravated wounds like stabs, broken bones and burns can take up to a week.
Description: Kveldulf appears to be middle aged, with dark hair that is starting to grey at the temples, and is usually kept semi-short, practical. He hasn't let himself go in his age- he is hardly a bodybuilder, but is fairly well built from constant exercise and training. His eyes however are still very young- green and fierce, his are the eyes of a warrior and soldier. He stand at 6'2", adding a bit of an intimidating factor. He has a scar on the right side of his face, from his brown down to right above his lower jaw, from what looks like a jagged blade. That's his only visible scar, since when he's not teaching he's almost always wearing jeans, a simple plain shirt, and a jacket. When he is teaching, he wears gi pants and jacket with cut off sleeves.
History: Kveldulf was a military man from early on in his life. He went to the Academy to be a lieutenant as soon he graduated, and excelled in everything- especially hand to hand combat, strategy, and history. He went from the Academy into his chosen field- the fronts. He was a strategist, and his first missions were successful, leading to rapid promotions. Everything looked up; and then one day his platoon was ambushed. In a fit, he went insane with rage and sorrow at the loss of his comrades, and unloaded all his clips on the enemy. Even when he had been shot in the shoulder and on the verge of bleeding out, he abandoned his rifle and chased the remaining enemy soldiers with kebar in hand. An officer of a nearby troop saw him fall, and he was picked up by the medics.
His behavior had spurred the interest of some of the genetic engineers in the service, and he was induced into a coma once he arrived at the hospital. He awoke some weeks later, and was put through several tests. Confused and afraid, they pitted him against a creature in a gladiator type fight. It wasn't until he was nearly dealt the coup de grace that he lost it in a red haze. He ripped the creature in half with a scream, unable to control himself due to the adrenaline rush, and continued to rage around the enclosed chamber until the adrenaline ran out and he passed out from exhaustion. After several more "tests" of this sort, he was returned to the front with a new platoon and in another region. Unbeknownst to him, this was where the enemies had concentrated with incredible abilities. Prior to his arrival, troops were sent here to a very horrible death, decimated almost as soon as they arrived. Kveldulf and his platoon arrived, and due to their abilities, they were able to withstand the onslaught with few casualties, able to take many of the enemy to their graves. They led a successful campaign, able to hold their ground, then moving further and further into enemy territory. Kveld was still confused about his abilities, but he wouldn't back down from the battles. They made him feel unstoppable.
Until one day, when he was given orders to infiltrate and destroy a village and its inhabitants. Given dossiers of several targets believed to be part of an organization, he and his troops swept through the village like a conflagration. They burst through one house, and Kveldulf was forced to pause- a dead child lay on the ground, body ravaged by bullets, and a baby with a crushed skull lay next to it. Kveldulf felt sick and left the house, letting his comrades continue to slaughter innocents. Needless to say, the troop was eventually court-marshalled, and Kveld was pardoned, but lost his respect for the military and their ways. He ended his tour quietly, and began wandering through different lands, partways avoiding people, partially running from the law when his rage was provoked. He slowly developed a grasp on the rage, gaining a handle on it after he went to several martial arts schools and learned the proper disciplines. After he'd mastered self control, he moved on, finally being drawn to Kumorai High, applying first as security, then being offered a teaching position due to his extensive knowledge of self-defense in combative situations.
House/Apartment Description: He rents a house near the edge of the city. A small hut, 1 bed, 1 bath, but the back yard is a square acre, with the back gate opening to a wooded area. It's sparsely furnished: a single sized bed, a dresser, a chair, a table, a stool, and a bookshelf with books on topics from self-help to warriors from throughout the centuries.
Likes: Hunting, making bows and arrows, wandering through the forest, morning tai chi on a mountainside after a morning hike, fresh venison
Dislikes: bullies, idiots, people who can't think for themselves, cruelty, and fast food/junk food.
Hobbies/Interest: Martial arts, bowyering, fletching, and new age meditations
Strong Points: Patient, caring, paternal, protective, and disciplined
Weak Points: brutally honest, extremely jaded at times, cynical, and at times too soft-hearted.
Picture: Nein
Age: 109
Gender: Male
Class you wish to have: Self Defense and P.E.
Personality: As an instructor, he is strict and stern, yet despite being intimidating, he isn't a bully, nor does he get ego-trips. Quite the contrary; outside of class he is almost subdued, quiet, though he won't turn down conversation when it is offered. He is both instructor and mentor to many of his students, and to others he can become a nightmare if they slack off or show disrespect. In his private life, he tends to be more of a homebody, only really leaving for an occasional lunch with a friend or for a meeting with the school instructors or to load up on his rations. Other times, he'll disappear for a weekend to go hunting, an rarely will he bring anyone with him.
Ability(s):
Ulfhedinn: Like the ancient cult of Norse berserkers, in the heat of battle, his blood boils and he becomes impervious (though no invincible) to wounds, not feeling the bite of weapons until long after the battle has ended. His adrenaline levels raise to incredible levels, and in some instances, can replace the blood in his veins. His strength increases from a normal human to that of a grizzly, and he becomes faster, more agile, but less in control as rage seeps in. A side effect of this is that he also shifts somewhat, becoming more animalistic both mentally and physically; however he can't fully shift to an animal form, nor can he go beyond an exaggerated case of hypertrichosis without the use of a wolfskin, one he typically keeps at his home unless he's on missions. After battle, if his wounds aren't mortal, his healing capacity is increased, allowing him to heal from muscle tears, cuts, bruising, and more superficial pain in a day; whereas more aggravated wounds like stabs, broken bones and burns can take up to a week.
Description: Kveldulf appears to be middle aged, with dark hair that is starting to grey at the temples, and is usually kept semi-short, practical. He hasn't let himself go in his age- he is hardly a bodybuilder, but is fairly well built from constant exercise and training. His eyes however are still very young- green and fierce, his are the eyes of a warrior and soldier. He stand at 6'2", adding a bit of an intimidating factor. He has a scar on the right side of his face, from his brown down to right above his lower jaw, from what looks like a jagged blade. That's his only visible scar, since when he's not teaching he's almost always wearing jeans, a simple plain shirt, and a jacket. When he is teaching, he wears gi pants and jacket with cut off sleeves.
History: Kveldulf was a military man from early on in his life. He went to the Academy to be a lieutenant as soon he graduated, and excelled in everything- especially hand to hand combat, strategy, and history. He went from the Academy into his chosen field- the fronts. He was a strategist, and his first missions were successful, leading to rapid promotions. Everything looked up; and then one day his platoon was ambushed. In a fit, he went insane with rage and sorrow at the loss of his comrades, and unloaded all his clips on the enemy. Even when he had been shot in the shoulder and on the verge of bleeding out, he abandoned his rifle and chased the remaining enemy soldiers with kebar in hand. An officer of a nearby troop saw him fall, and he was picked up by the medics.
His behavior had spurred the interest of some of the genetic engineers in the service, and he was induced into a coma once he arrived at the hospital. He awoke some weeks later, and was put through several tests. Confused and afraid, they pitted him against a creature in a gladiator type fight. It wasn't until he was nearly dealt the coup de grace that he lost it in a red haze. He ripped the creature in half with a scream, unable to control himself due to the adrenaline rush, and continued to rage around the enclosed chamber until the adrenaline ran out and he passed out from exhaustion. After several more "tests" of this sort, he was returned to the front with a new platoon and in another region. Unbeknownst to him, this was where the enemies had concentrated with incredible abilities. Prior to his arrival, troops were sent here to a very horrible death, decimated almost as soon as they arrived. Kveldulf and his platoon arrived, and due to their abilities, they were able to withstand the onslaught with few casualties, able to take many of the enemy to their graves. They led a successful campaign, able to hold their ground, then moving further and further into enemy territory. Kveld was still confused about his abilities, but he wouldn't back down from the battles. They made him feel unstoppable.
Until one day, when he was given orders to infiltrate and destroy a village and its inhabitants. Given dossiers of several targets believed to be part of an organization, he and his troops swept through the village like a conflagration. They burst through one house, and Kveldulf was forced to pause- a dead child lay on the ground, body ravaged by bullets, and a baby with a crushed skull lay next to it. Kveldulf felt sick and left the house, letting his comrades continue to slaughter innocents. Needless to say, the troop was eventually court-marshalled, and Kveld was pardoned, but lost his respect for the military and their ways. He ended his tour quietly, and began wandering through different lands, partways avoiding people, partially running from the law when his rage was provoked. He slowly developed a grasp on the rage, gaining a handle on it after he went to several martial arts schools and learned the proper disciplines. After he'd mastered self control, he moved on, finally being drawn to Kumorai High, applying first as security, then being offered a teaching position due to his extensive knowledge of self-defense in combative situations.
House/Apartment Description: He rents a house near the edge of the city. A small hut, 1 bed, 1 bath, but the back yard is a square acre, with the back gate opening to a wooded area. It's sparsely furnished: a single sized bed, a dresser, a chair, a table, a stool, and a bookshelf with books on topics from self-help to warriors from throughout the centuries.
Likes: Hunting, making bows and arrows, wandering through the forest, morning tai chi on a mountainside after a morning hike, fresh venison
Dislikes: bullies, idiots, people who can't think for themselves, cruelty, and fast food/junk food.
Hobbies/Interest: Martial arts, bowyering, fletching, and new age meditations
Strong Points: Patient, caring, paternal, protective, and disciplined
Weak Points: brutally honest, extremely jaded at times, cynical, and at times too soft-hearted.
Picture: Nein
