[center][color=007236][h1]Erik Karlson[/h1][/color]

[color=007236][u]Location:[/u][/color] SHIELD Atrium/Assembly Hall
[color=007236][u]Interactions:[/u][/color] Introducing himself to everyone; [@Kouki] (silent nod to Holden); [@MiddleEarthRoze]: Smiling at/flirting briefly with Evetta; [@Chicogal] Speaking directly to Copen

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Erik stepped lightly through the doors of the atrium; smiling brightly at the prospect of a new type of training, not to mention the possibilities inherent in an academy of (hopefully) like-minded and equally gifted individuals. As he walked through to the assembly hall where the initial briefing was to be held, he stopped briefly, processing the slight arcane chill of one with Jotun blood that he felt from the front of the room, tinged with a hint of magical talent, until he determined that it came from the blond already seated in the front row. Shaking it off, he suddenly noticed the sensation eyes on him from the corner. Glancing over, his silver eyes almost seemed to shine as he pierced the shadows that would have easily provided ample cover from someone of more mundane perceptions. Seeing the young man, appearing to be very near his own age, who clearly wished to not yet be seen, he merely held his smile, giving a very small, silent nod to him. Having resumed his casual, steady stride, he soon found himself at a seat with his name on it, not too far from the presumed Jotun-kin, exchanging minor pleasantries with the few who were here before him.
Shortly after taking his seat, he felt the wash of a new aura of a very potent magic user (or at least one with great potential) enter the room, and stood up to turn and see an enchanting young woman, who he'd have read as an Asgardian by her posture and bearing, even had he not been able to feel her aura. While the chill of the Jotun-kin's aura was not in and of itself unpleasant, the connotations it had carried for his mother's people, and that had therefore been passed down to him, certainly were, and had put him on an edge that he hadn't even realized he'd been concealing, but in the warmth of this newer aura, he couldn't help but smile in unexpected relief, which he expertly concealed within a playful grin and an unabashedly flirtatious salute to the undeniably attractive young woman before gradually turning around to take his seat once more.
Now with two powerful and conflicting auras in the room, Erik decided it best to focus on toning out his inherited sensitivity to auras for the time being, rather than risk being overstimulated, particularly given the likelihood of yet another joining them before the briefing started. No longer so distracted by the unease given him by the Jotun-kin's aura, he actually had a chance to really see him. Upon closer examination, he realized that he would be in the same class as at [i]least[/i] two highly attractive demigods (and, given that not all marked seats were yet occupied, he would not be terribly surprised if another one or two filtered in).

After Agent Hill's briefing, and the Jotun-kin introduced himself and confirmed even more than what he already knew by feeling his aura, Erik went ahead and stood as well.
[color=007236]"Well met, Copen!"[/color] he said, smiling at the now-seated demigod. Taking a step back and turning to address the group as a whole, he continued: [color=007236]"My name is Erik Karlson, and while my parentage is neither so lofty nor infamous as that of our classmate, it is no less distant in origin."[/color] As he spoke, he swept his hair back behind his ears, highlighting the differences in his appearance.
[color=007236]"I hail from..."[/color] he started, trailing off briefly as the intricacies of his origin flitted through his head. [color=007236]"Well, I hail from one of the smaller cities in Norway, though I was born somewhere among the forests of Alfheim, where I spent a good portion of my last decade. As for talents, I place great pride in my marksmanship, and while I prefer the feel of a good bow, I must admit the simple practicality of firearms has its own appeal. I have trained with my father in human martial arts, and am no novice, though I am certainly far from a master, and with my mother I have practiced with the innate magical gifts I inherited from her people."[/color]
Taking a pause, he concentrated for a brief second, and as he continued to speak, motes of light winked in and out of existence, almost seeming to dance around his head in cadence with his voice. [color=007236]"Most of my magical talent currently lies in the realm of minor cantrips and the like, although I have yet to hit a limit for how many such cantrips I can conjure forth on a given day, and I hope that, with training, I might expand my portfolio to include somewhat more potent spellwork."[/color]
Deciding on a spur of the moment flashy end, he sent the wisps flying as he took a small bow, ending in a fireworks-like display immediately above his head before he reclaimed his seat.