Denmark [[Regner Biorn]] [missed AC]

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These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate

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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared

Country: Kingdom of Denmark
Name: Regner Mathias Biorn
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-two years old
Profession: Bartender
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander

All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange

Appearance: Regner is a rather thin young man with a supple amount of muscle on his six-foot-two frame. His hair is short, wild and dense, and its color is a rich golden blonde. The man's eyes are a dark blue, and his eyebrows are rather thick. Weighing about a hundred and forty pounds, Regner's not exactly the ugliest guy in the bunch, but he is rather pale when compared to some of the other men around. There are only two scars marring his body; one is on the left side of his head, just above his ear, and the other is a long, diagonal cut on his back. The circumstances concerning the gaining of these scars are things that Regner doesn't exactly choose to talk about.

Personality: Rather childish for his age, it is a wonder that this Dane ever made it through college. Given his ADHD, jumpy nature, he often surprises himself when he realizes how well he performs his job. He considers himself to have the mental maturity of an eight-year-old outside of work, as he's frequently found playing his Playstation or Gameboy rather than doing so-called 'normal' adult things. If drinking counts as an 'adult' thing, Regner certainly does enough of it, as he can also usually be found curled up with some vodka or beer in a corner of his house somewhere. He prefers to stay indoors rather than going outside; he likes his video games, anime, and manga more than socializing with other people most of the time. He's not shy at all, however, instead being one of the more cheerful people working at the bar.

Regner enjoys working around small children like he does; he thinks kids are cute, and though he has no urge to settle down and start a family -just- yet, he wouldn't mind having a few kids in the future. Regner has a strange fear of fires. He's been afraid of them since he was young due to a certain incident; he generally tends to stray away from lighters and bonfires and other social things like that due to this fear. He's also slightly paranoid about those that are close to him dying; though his profession doesn't exactly entail death at all, he's still afraid of it. All in all, the man is thoroughly interesting, both inside and out, and only really reveals the saner parts of his personality to people that he knows relatively well.

History: What is there to say, really? Regner was the first, last, and only son of the Biorn family. Born in relatively poor conditions, the boy remained there until he was about five, when they moved to a better place. Nothing much happened in his life until he was around ten; there was a house fire that destroyed the entire apartment along with half of its complex, and Regner's pet cat perished in the fire, making him slightly paranoid of anything burning in general.

School went fine for the Dane, and he graduated high school at eighteen, and at twenty-one years old (exceptionally young for someone in his field, but he knew what he was doing), he finally got his position at the bar. At twenty-one as well, he got into a bad bar fight and was hit with a broken bottle above his ear, promptly blacking out and earning himself a scar. The same year he got into a knife fight, gaining the scar on his back, which still hurts if he presses down on it with enough force.

All in all, his life's pretty normal.

Recurring nightmare: The end of the Kalmar Union.

The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change

Likes: Beer, drinking, guns, cats, and manga.
Dislikes: Vodka, Tequila, bad cooking, dogs, and overly sweet foods.

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground

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Roleplay Sample: He let the cross slide between his hands; metal digging into his flesh when he began gripping it, and was that blood dripping down from in between his fingers? Oh, this was all wonderful; bloody fucking wonderful, and when the blood fell onto his boots he launched the cross at the wall, hearing it hit solid brick (it was a fucking -wonderful- sound) before dropping flat onto his ass and glaring at the posts holding up the divider between East and West Germany.

The snow did not respond to him; it merely kept falling, keeping the quiet dissonance of the situation before Denmark picked up a handful of fluffy, reddening snow and threw it at the sky, where more of its kin were falling down steadily, piling upon the ground inch by inch. There was no response, no response at all, nothing that he hoped for or wanted or -needed.- He bit his lip and fell down, upon his back, not even caring that most likely he'd be hypothermic by the end of it all, because it soaked through his black coat and made his back wet.

He was more angry than anything else; oh Gods, was he -angry-; angry at Russia, for taking the one thing that he -had- away from him, taking away the man he fucking -loved- because of a stupid pact and division made by a certain Mr. Jones and Mr. Kirkland all in one.

And as he laid there, he made the decision that perhaps, going back to Norway would be better than trying to save a certain Mr. Beilschimidt.

Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Lauren, Regner, Blaze, etc.
Timezone: EST
Any other information: yeah I kinda took like... half of my personality and appearance from an OLD Hospitalia app I did for Regner, edited some lol. If you have a problem with it or want proof that I did the Hospitalia app etc. just tell me.

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