[hider=NERD³]Name: Nigel Gladstone! (or Erin when working.)
Age: 20.
Gender: Male.
Faction: Ratatoskr

Appearance: [img=http://safebooru.org//images/990/d5b3cc8b650fadf7c19b110f43802521abca9d66.jpg]
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hair color: White...ish? It looks like it has light yellow at the top, but at the ends it's a tiny shade of purple? Yep.
Eye color: Orange, apparently.
Skin-tone: It WAS a bit pale, but now apparently it's tanned.

Personality: 

"THE PROBLEM WITH THIS, MY DEAR FRIEND, IS THAT YOU SOMETIMES ACT LIKE A GIBBON!"

"Live Girls? Oh, where do they keep the dead ones?"

"You'd the bird BASTARD and everybody'd hunt you down because you are the bird BASTARD and then you'd be killed because you're the bird BASTARD."

"There is a right. And there is a wrong. There is always a wrong. But there is never only a right. Because in a right should be a wrong in there, and that wrong keeps some balance so you have sugar in your cereal.

"Oh, so she was a mental as well."

"Don't write out accents because if someone IS from that place and they're reading the accent, they could get TWICE the accent. That can kill people, you've got to be careful."

He tries to be polite for his job, unless someone is incredibly stupid there. Out of his job, you can say that he.....frequently uses sarcastic and random comedy, and often uses violence as an end to everything, as apparently it is logical. See, while his way of thinking isn't the best, you can definitely say that sometimes it can be logical, in some fucked-up situation. Because he often thinks of those.

He's best described as a bit of a madman and a forever-running cruel-ish comedy combined and smushed into the human body. Which isn't the worst way to describe it. In fact, it may be the most fucking accurate guess you'll get. He also tends to wing it when small problems arise too.

He's often judgemental, and when you make a bad impression on him, then you're either going to be a mental or just really damn mean...in his book. A real reason for his not using of logic in common situations is mainly because sometimes he doesn't need to, because it's way too obvious to do anyways. A reason for his using of logic in uncommon situations is because it's not obvious and he really needs to actually think about it a bit.
Quirks: He likes to just chat often, and seems to have a short term memory and breaks off into different branches of the talk. 
He has massive arachnophobia. And hates ducks. Or people who look like ducks. Or chicken who look like ducks.
Likes: Cruel humor, sarcasm, jokes, anything not spiders, anything not ducks, his scooter, art, cheese.

Dislikes: Spiders, ducks, running for 30+ minutes, eating turkey, eating fish, fishing.

History: He is from somewhere in Europe. Probably Edinburgh in Scotland or something else generic like that. So, he isn't from dis place.

In fact, he was trying to deliver [url=http://youtu.be/QpdP6_Xq7I4?t=3m14s]some food to some running kids[/url] when this fuckin' spacequake hit. Like, KABOOOM! Explosions that would make Michael Bay embarrassed, he thought. And when there was an explosion, making him just jump off of his scooter, there was also a girl. There was this girl right in the middle of that explosion. And then it was like, is that girl dead? 'Cause it looked like it. But then some people that were from the AST that he didn't know about then showed up. So, he just rode away to safety. 

Then, he was called in to join this Ratatoskr group or some shit. And then he found out about the Spirits and stuff, and that the girl that caused the explosion actually WAS a Spirit. And then he joined, because why not? There was nothing really to do, so...yeah.

THE KIDS NEVER GOT THEIR FOOD.

Occupation: He works at the only Chinese diner in town as a delivery person, and is known to try to deliver anything, anyhow, anywhere, mostly on a scooter of sorts. He also attends College.

Equipment: He has an earpiece with a communication device, like...almost everybody. Pretty much.

Magic Power: N/A[/hider]

Just getting the base down.