Name: Bartholomew Grimm
Nickname(optional): That one guy who should just go away
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Powers/skills: Berserker Physiology, Shamanism (Focuses on nothing but the Bear)
Species: Of a clan of berserkers blessed by Móði, who fused Trollbear blood with their own. (Note: trollbear is a giant bear, they are native to Jötunheimr)
Crush: None
Relationship: None
Appearance(s): Blonde messy hair, Dull brown eyes. Pale skin, 6'0, And fairly bulky physique. Various bear-themed apparel. (Such as: a shirt that has a picture of a bear holding a cup of coffee, that says "Bearly Awake") When in full on berserk/shaman mode: (as opposed to either/or) grey cracking skin, blood red eyes. much larger frame, with bearskin draped over his back. beast-like features including, Claw-like fingernails, Razor sharp teeth, and impressive senses. The upper body of a white bear, made entire out of spiritual energy.
Personality: Typically friendly, he does however have a bad habit of constantly asking for money, causing most people to avoid him like the plague. he acts cheerful enough, however his true nature is nothing more than a primal force, wanting to do nothing but break things. (like people)
Bio/history(optional): Alas not even Bartholomew himself knows of his past, he knows that he was abandoned by his family at a young age. Roughly five as he recalls it, and that he learned to enter berserk states not a month after, when he was attacked by wolves as he recalls. and when he was twelve he became the resident bum begging for change, and using whatever change he got he checked out books on shamanism, and eventually learned that he had an insane talent. (because of his blood)
Likes: Freedom. Bashing skulls (When a berserker). Eating. Hanging out in alleyways.
Dislikes: Restrictions. Vegan food. Heights. Stuck-up people.
Other: Uh..Avocado?