Edvvard Erikson
"Things here are strange compared to my homeland."
• Name:
Edvvard "Eddie" Erikson
• Age:
30
• Gender:
Male
• Sexuality:
Straight
• Role:
Logical Loser
• Extremely friendly. Very understanding. • Can hold a grudge, clumsy. Hates any mispronunciations of his name (hence the nickname). • Loves to make others laugh. Ninja-like reflexes when something is falling. • Easily angered by certain things. •
• Personality:
Eddie is usually the calm, cool, collected, logical thinker type that tries finding the easiest solution. When not joking around with others, he usually has his nose in a book of some sort.
• Hobbies & Interests:
Reading, building, drawing plans, basically anything that helps with his inventing.
• Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Bacon, women, comedies, games, TV.
Dislikes: Bullies, criminals, superheroes, when people have their car speakers blaring loud enough you can hear them clearly from at least a block away.
• Biography:
Eddie came to the class a bit later than the rest. With his strong accent, he was teased a lot. One day, however, while talking to a neighborhood girl, he began making her laugh with a mixture of his accent and selected jokes. He brought these to school and managed to turn a couple of his classmates into friends and get many of the rest to stop teasing him as much. Of course, there were still kids who called him Edward instead of Edvvard but there were always people like that. No matter how much he hated it, that would continue to be a fact. Once he graduated, he found his little neighborhood girl again, only to lose her to a traffic accident a few years later. He teetered on the edge of alcoholism but recognized what was going on before it consumed him. He never quit drinking but he did stop himself from becoming an alcoholic.
The day he got his invitation was a curious day. He had just gotten a promotion at his day job, computer repair man, and was getting ready for another great show at the local bar that night. While driving home, however, he came close to hitting a kid who was running across the highway, had nearly rear-ended a semi, had nearly merged into a motorcycle, it was just a horrible drive home, though better than his drive to work when he had nearly hit a deer, a raccoon, and a possum and had almost ran into a school bus.
The trip to the party was much better. Since he didn't move too far away it was a short hour's drive or so. It was a bit hard trying to find the house from memory but he eventually made it. He just wondered what everyone else was like.
