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[color=Chocolate][h2][b][i]~Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir~[/i][/b][/h2]


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[h1][b][i]~Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir~[/i][/b][/h1]

[h3][i]"What do you want?"[/i]
~ Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir.[/h3]

[h3][i][b]~General Information~[/b][/i][/h3]

[b]Name:[/b] Tobias Casper Grímsdóttir.
[b]Nick-Names:[/b] Toby, Casper, Grim.
[b]Sex/ Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-one.
[b]Place Of Origin:[/b] Oslo, Norway.
[b]Camp Cabin:[/b] Cabin Eighteen - Thanatos.

[b]Appearance - Twenty-one Years Old:[/b]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/vEq5WLa.png[/img]


[h3][i][b]~Relationship Information~[/b][/i][/h3]

[b]Relationship Status:[/b] Open to applications.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Let's find out.
[b]Partner:[/b] Open.
[b]Godly Parent:[/b] Thanatos, God of Peaceful Death.
[b]Human Parent:[/b] Sandra Thora Grímsdóttir.
[b]Siblings:[/b] Unknown.
[b]Legacy:[/b] Unknown.
[b]Pet/s:[/b] None.
[b]Other:[/b] Erin Marie Chase (she exists), Claire Ari Bellerose (she exists), Syleste Astrea Nioré (she exists), Arianna Louise Watson (she exists), Logan Murdock (he exists), Gideon James Carlyle (he exists), Ky' vie Morgan (she exists), Hawley Eames Griffin (he exists), Kiran Khanna (she exists), Jericho Brooks (he exists), Archer Trey Andrews (he exists), Colt Malow Winger (he exists).


[h3][i][b]~Personal Information~[/b][/i][/h3]

[b]Personality:[/b]
"Dear old dad never made us to be social. That's why there's me and me alone. You think he wants a bunch of little deaths running around? He wants us to stay isolated. He wants us to be alone. To fester in our sin of being birthed. I don't like to go out much. Can't be bothered. Too easy to accidentally brush past someone and spill a few years out of their jug of life. Just a little touch and [i]poof[/i]. That decade of yours? All gone. The fates tore it up and burned the remnants just to be thorough. It's a public service that I spend my time alone and I'm happier this way, so would you please get off my porch before I have to test how many years I can swipe before you look more washed up than Lindsey [i]fucking[/i] Lohan?"

[b]Skills:[/b] 
Carpentry, Looking Dour, Painting, Cooking, Mixing Drinks, Drinking said Mixed Drinks, Strong Memory, Speed Reading, Poetry, Fighting with only his Left Hand, Tailoring

[b]Biography:[/b]
"You know that moment when you know something has gone wrong and now things will [i]never [b]ever[/b][/i] be the same? When you know that everything's going to be different and that it's all been your fault. When everyone around you knows it was your fault and can never forgive you for it. Yeah, most of you do. You forgot to take dinner out of the oven and now it's better off as second-rate charcoal than it is food. I had one of those moments when I was six. I hugged my mum. And, I let go.

And, she stood there. She stood there for so long. Then, she fell.

She never got up.

I was bounced around from aunt, to uncle, to grandparent, and on. No one knew what to do with he boy that killed his mommy. No one knew what to do with the boy who wore his scarlet letter on his arm, a black, splotched, and spreading letter. Once a dermatologist got a look at the black spot that was now engulfing most of my upper arm and working its way down to my hand. He barely touched it before slumping over out to me, eyes doing their best to roll up into his head as his tongue lolled out.

Killing one of the family doctors put a strain on relationships.

So, I left. I went North. The cold hit. I went South much faster. I found a plane, the cheapest I could afford on the salary of a boy that stole from unsupervised purses and defenseless vending machines. I fell into the Midwest, or, well, somewhere around there. I found a job as a carpenter and from there I learned to get a bit better with my hands. If it weren't for the whole killing touch, I'd probably get on with the girls a lot better. Some of them. All of them.

From there you could say it's all history. Or you could say I really half-assed the story. I could say that you're overstaying your welcome. I could say that, but really, I am saying that. Get the fuck away from my cabin."


[h3][i][b]~Weaponry Information~[/b][/i][/h3]

[b]Weapon/s:[/b] Right Arm
[b]Weapon/s Name:[/b] Andláthǫnd
[b]Weapon/s Type:[/b] Biological
[b]Attributes:[/b] The touch of Andláthǫnd can bring a swift and soothing rush through a mortal before drawing the life out from them in moments. Contact with a fellow demi-god or god has yet to have been tested.


[h3][i][b]~Other Information~[/b][/i][/h3]

[b]Other:[/b]
His right arm looks as if it had been dipped into ink up to his shoulder and has permanently stained the skin the color of obsidian.


[h3][i][b]~Theme Song~[/b][/i][/h3]

[b]Theme Song:[/b]
"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RC2fiowWps]Party's Dead[/url]" by That Handsome Devil.
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