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.the mundane;
» Name: Jill
» Age: 32
» Journal: la_belle_roo
» Contact: AIM: la roo terrible / Email: mcgrath.jillian@gmail.com
.the myth;
» Pantheon: Norse
» God(dess): Baldr
» Reference: Wiki, other
» Family: {mother & father} Odin and Frigg ; {spouse} Nanna
» Played By: Stark Sands
» Human Alias: Balthazar Duerning
» Human Age: 28
» Ability: When people are around Baldr for any length of time their spirits lift due to his optimistic and positive nature.
» Occupation: Assistant Director of Public Relations for Duerning LLC
» History: Born to Odin and Frigg, Baldr was the Norse god of light, The Shining One, and associated with purity, beauty, joy, and innocence. As the husband of Nanna and father of Forseti, he was considered beloved by all (except Loki) regardless of the fact that he was not very powerful. Growing up in the hall Breidablik where nothing evil could survive, life for Baldr was going quite well until he had a nightmare that nobody could divine the true meaning of.
Desperate for answers, both Odin and Frigg decided to take matters into their own hands. Consulting a seeress, Odin discovered that Baldr would die by the hand of his brother Hodr and would be avenged by Vali, and Frigg traveled the lands asking that all things refrain from doing any harm to Baldr. In her haste, she overlooked the simple mistletoe plant, as she considered it small and inconsequential. Loki, who many felt was jealous of how well-regarded Baldr was, discovered the one thing that could bring about the death of Baldr, and plotted to use it against him.
Fashioning a dart out of mistletoe, he approached the other Gods when they were engaging in the sport of throwing things at Baldr and watching them bounce off the god harmlessly. Noticing that Hodr wasn’t joining in due to his blindness, he gave the man the dart and guided his hand, assisting him in throwing the fatal object and killing Baldr. When the others saw what had developed they were aghast, the weight of their anger and hurt so great that Loki fled from the hall. Hodr couldn’t see the glares but knew they were fierce, and was filled with remorse over what he had done.
Baldr’s body was placed on a pyre built on his ship, Hringhorni. His wife Nanna, so bereft with sorrow, threw herself onto the pyre to be reunited with him in the kingdom of the dead, and his favorite horse was killed as well. Odin placed his magic armring, Draupnir, on Baldr’s arm and whispered in his son’s ear, before lighting the pyre to guide them to the land of the dead. In the meantime, Frigg had tasked Hermod to ride to retrieve Baldr’s body, but Hel refused unless every living creature great and small cried for the death of Odin’s son. Sadly, one giantess refused to weep, and as such Baldr remained dead to the world. There are some who theorize that Loki, knowing of the agreement that would restore Baldr to the land of the living, disguised himself as the giantess in order to insure that Baldr would not return.
The death of Baldr was considered a sign of the coming of Ragnarok, the beginning of the end of the world. It is said that he will return at the end of Ragnarok to meet at the Ida plain with the rest of the survivors and rule in the new world.
» Reincarnations: At various points in his long and strange life Baldr has been many things; a farmer in Denmark during the 16th century, a priest in Germany during WWII, and most recently he’s the son of a wealthy Swedish entrepreneur.
Having come to America with his parents and little sister as a child of 10, the son of Viktor and Edda Duerning had been raised to believe that only through hard work and constant effort would he become a great man. Once having held aspirations of taking over the family furniture business, Balthazar soon realized that his boundless energy would be best put to use heading up the philanthropic side of things alongside his mother. Currently, he is assistant director of public relations, and fills his days with helping bring joy into the lives of those less privileged than himself.
» Personality: Bright, friendly, and gentle, Baldr is a happy man who has a quick smile for everyone he sees. Raised to believe that all creatures great and small have their worth, he never has an unkind word to say and treats everyone equally regardless of their appearance or station. He carries himself with pride, though he is humble about his good fortunes and considers himself lucky to be where he’s at in his life.
A true optimist, he finds the good in everyone and each situation he faces, believing that no man is incapable of being redeemed. Even Loki can change as far as he’s concerned, though his optimism hasn’t blinded him to the point of foolishness. He still knows enough not to leave his back unguarded when dealing with certain people.
From the time he was a young man, Baldr has always been a charitable sort who prefers to take a hands-on approach to helping others. He enjoys being outside, close to nature, and frequently throws his support behind any cause that benefits animals or helping others. Athletic and in good shape, he finds physical fitness to be a good way to keep himself balanced when dealing with a world that seems more apathetic than he would like. Due to his ability to put others at ease and the fact that he’s an excellent listener regardless of how trivial the problem might be, Baldr has many friends and acquaintances.
Nice down to his core, it takes quite a bit to set him off but when someone does it’s similar to seeing a resting volcano finally blow its top. While he strives to maintain his calm, almost Zen outlook on life, he is still just a man and has been known to experience the frustration and hurt of seeing his ideals betrayed or used against him. While many have the mistaken impression that his genial nature and general abhorrence of violence makes him a pushover he stands up for his beliefs and fights his battles using wisdom and wit to disarm his detractors.
» Journal: herbaldr
» Sample Journal: It's been snowing here, I love when it does. The city looks like new, cleaner even. It makes me feel like a kid again.
...I'm going to go make a snow angel.
» Sample Roleplay: It was a beautiful, snowy day, and Baldr was in an awesome mood. He had been out visiting a youth center that the family business was helping to fund, and found a group of kids building a snowman while another group had a snowball fight. Their laughter filled the air as he gathered up a handful of snow and started to form it into what he hoped would be a perfect snowball, deciding to join in the fray. He let fly the snowball, watching with amusement clear on his face as it hit the red-haired woman he had designated at his target.
Whipping her head around to face him, a shocked expression forming as she swiped at the snow that was now clinging to her coat and scarf, she pointed at him while making a snowball of her own. He could tell she was pissed, and for some reason that made him start laughing nervously. “Now Angie, it was nothing personal, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Wrong place wrong time my ass, Balthazar, you aimed at me! I saw you do it!” She began pelting him with half-formed chunks of snow, running towards him as he raised his hands up defensively. “You always target me, what are you, twelve?”
He laughed harder as he grabbed some snow and patted it down, quickly flinging it in her general direction. “You know what they say, some guys can only show girls they like them by being jerks. Be glad I didn’t spit gum in your hair or snap you bra straps!” As he spoke he knew that was probably not the best thing he could have said under the circumstances, the narrowing of her eyebrows showing her displeasure far better than the war cry she let out before charging him.
Bracing himself against the impending weight of the slim woman, Baldr wasn’t worried that she might hurt him. He had at least a foot and around thirty to forty pounds on her, and he knew there was no way she could actually do more than bruise him slightly. Still, the determination on her face gave him a moment’s pause. She looked like she wanted to tackle him into a snow bank, but she had to know it wouldn’t work. He could see a small crowd forming, the children having stopped their playing to see how things turned out. In the split second before her colliding with him, shoulder first mind you, he made a very important decision - he went perfectly limp and allowed her to win this round.
Admittedly, now that he was covered in snow and she was lying on top of him with a handful of snow aimed squarely at his face, he knew that it had been a good choice. She looked reminiscent of a goddess, a lovely snow faerie that he just wanted to cuddle. Now was not a good time though, so instead he just submitted and let her get her revenge.
» Name: Jill
» Age: 32
» Journal: la_belle_roo
» Contact: AIM: la roo terrible / Email: mcgrath.jillian@gmail.com
.the myth;
» Pantheon: Norse
» God(dess): Baldr
» Reference: Wiki, other
» Family: {mother & father} Odin and Frigg ; {spouse} Nanna
» Played By: Stark Sands
» Human Alias: Balthazar Duerning
» Human Age: 28
» Ability: When people are around Baldr for any length of time their spirits lift due to his optimistic and positive nature.
» Occupation: Assistant Director of Public Relations for Duerning LLC
» History: Born to Odin and Frigg, Baldr was the Norse god of light, The Shining One, and associated with purity, beauty, joy, and innocence. As the husband of Nanna and father of Forseti, he was considered beloved by all (except Loki) regardless of the fact that he was not very powerful. Growing up in the hall Breidablik where nothing evil could survive, life for Baldr was going quite well until he had a nightmare that nobody could divine the true meaning of.
Desperate for answers, both Odin and Frigg decided to take matters into their own hands. Consulting a seeress, Odin discovered that Baldr would die by the hand of his brother Hodr and would be avenged by Vali, and Frigg traveled the lands asking that all things refrain from doing any harm to Baldr. In her haste, she overlooked the simple mistletoe plant, as she considered it small and inconsequential. Loki, who many felt was jealous of how well-regarded Baldr was, discovered the one thing that could bring about the death of Baldr, and plotted to use it against him.
Fashioning a dart out of mistletoe, he approached the other Gods when they were engaging in the sport of throwing things at Baldr and watching them bounce off the god harmlessly. Noticing that Hodr wasn’t joining in due to his blindness, he gave the man the dart and guided his hand, assisting him in throwing the fatal object and killing Baldr. When the others saw what had developed they were aghast, the weight of their anger and hurt so great that Loki fled from the hall. Hodr couldn’t see the glares but knew they were fierce, and was filled with remorse over what he had done.
Baldr’s body was placed on a pyre built on his ship, Hringhorni. His wife Nanna, so bereft with sorrow, threw herself onto the pyre to be reunited with him in the kingdom of the dead, and his favorite horse was killed as well. Odin placed his magic armring, Draupnir, on Baldr’s arm and whispered in his son’s ear, before lighting the pyre to guide them to the land of the dead. In the meantime, Frigg had tasked Hermod to ride to retrieve Baldr’s body, but Hel refused unless every living creature great and small cried for the death of Odin’s son. Sadly, one giantess refused to weep, and as such Baldr remained dead to the world. There are some who theorize that Loki, knowing of the agreement that would restore Baldr to the land of the living, disguised himself as the giantess in order to insure that Baldr would not return.
The death of Baldr was considered a sign of the coming of Ragnarok, the beginning of the end of the world. It is said that he will return at the end of Ragnarok to meet at the Ida plain with the rest of the survivors and rule in the new world.
» Reincarnations: At various points in his long and strange life Baldr has been many things; a farmer in Denmark during the 16th century, a priest in Germany during WWII, and most recently he’s the son of a wealthy Swedish entrepreneur.
Having come to America with his parents and little sister as a child of 10, the son of Viktor and Edda Duerning had been raised to believe that only through hard work and constant effort would he become a great man. Once having held aspirations of taking over the family furniture business, Balthazar soon realized that his boundless energy would be best put to use heading up the philanthropic side of things alongside his mother. Currently, he is assistant director of public relations, and fills his days with helping bring joy into the lives of those less privileged than himself.
» Personality: Bright, friendly, and gentle, Baldr is a happy man who has a quick smile for everyone he sees. Raised to believe that all creatures great and small have their worth, he never has an unkind word to say and treats everyone equally regardless of their appearance or station. He carries himself with pride, though he is humble about his good fortunes and considers himself lucky to be where he’s at in his life.
A true optimist, he finds the good in everyone and each situation he faces, believing that no man is incapable of being redeemed. Even Loki can change as far as he’s concerned, though his optimism hasn’t blinded him to the point of foolishness. He still knows enough not to leave his back unguarded when dealing with certain people.
From the time he was a young man, Baldr has always been a charitable sort who prefers to take a hands-on approach to helping others. He enjoys being outside, close to nature, and frequently throws his support behind any cause that benefits animals or helping others. Athletic and in good shape, he finds physical fitness to be a good way to keep himself balanced when dealing with a world that seems more apathetic than he would like. Due to his ability to put others at ease and the fact that he’s an excellent listener regardless of how trivial the problem might be, Baldr has many friends and acquaintances.
Nice down to his core, it takes quite a bit to set him off but when someone does it’s similar to seeing a resting volcano finally blow its top. While he strives to maintain his calm, almost Zen outlook on life, he is still just a man and has been known to experience the frustration and hurt of seeing his ideals betrayed or used against him. While many have the mistaken impression that his genial nature and general abhorrence of violence makes him a pushover he stands up for his beliefs and fights his battles using wisdom and wit to disarm his detractors.
» Journal: herbaldr
» Sample Journal: It's been snowing here, I love when it does. The city looks like new, cleaner even. It makes me feel like a kid again.
...I'm going to go make a snow angel.
» Sample Roleplay: It was a beautiful, snowy day, and Baldr was in an awesome mood. He had been out visiting a youth center that the family business was helping to fund, and found a group of kids building a snowman while another group had a snowball fight. Their laughter filled the air as he gathered up a handful of snow and started to form it into what he hoped would be a perfect snowball, deciding to join in the fray. He let fly the snowball, watching with amusement clear on his face as it hit the red-haired woman he had designated at his target.
Whipping her head around to face him, a shocked expression forming as she swiped at the snow that was now clinging to her coat and scarf, she pointed at him while making a snowball of her own. He could tell she was pissed, and for some reason that made him start laughing nervously. “Now Angie, it was nothing personal, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Wrong place wrong time my ass, Balthazar, you aimed at me! I saw you do it!” She began pelting him with half-formed chunks of snow, running towards him as he raised his hands up defensively. “You always target me, what are you, twelve?”
He laughed harder as he grabbed some snow and patted it down, quickly flinging it in her general direction. “You know what they say, some guys can only show girls they like them by being jerks. Be glad I didn’t spit gum in your hair or snap you bra straps!” As he spoke he knew that was probably not the best thing he could have said under the circumstances, the narrowing of her eyebrows showing her displeasure far better than the war cry she let out before charging him.
Bracing himself against the impending weight of the slim woman, Baldr wasn’t worried that she might hurt him. He had at least a foot and around thirty to forty pounds on her, and he knew there was no way she could actually do more than bruise him slightly. Still, the determination on her face gave him a moment’s pause. She looked like she wanted to tackle him into a snow bank, but she had to know it wouldn’t work. He could see a small crowd forming, the children having stopped their playing to see how things turned out. In the split second before her colliding with him, shoulder first mind you, he made a very important decision - he went perfectly limp and allowed her to win this round.
Admittedly, now that he was covered in snow and she was lying on top of him with a handful of snow aimed squarely at his face, he knew that it had been a good choice. She looked reminiscent of a goddess, a lovely snow faerie that he just wanted to cuddle. Now was not a good time though, so instead he just submitted and let her get her revenge.