This guy is long overdue. Couldn't resist making him a bit viking-crazy.

Generic Character.

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Name: Fritjof Eriksson
Alias (if any):[i]Dainslef, the cursed Sword[/i], AKA [i]Slayer of Epics[/i]

Age:37

Faction: Kryptonites.

Personality: Dainslef's personality is subservient to his obsession: Getting rid of the Epics in the world. He bears profound emmity towards them, and he doesn't even try to justify his actions against them, nor gain the moral upper ground. Past this conviction, however, Fritjof is a quirky man, almost endearing with his odd hobbies, and who likes science and progress, not to mention culture and history. Nevertheless, he is also enthralled by Viking heritage, and is specially fascinated by Norse mythology and the idea of a Valhalla. He is thus, also a dedicated and consumate warrior, finding as much glee in the battlefield as inside the lab.

Appearance: Tall and built as a brickhouse, Fritjof casts an enormous presence with his fiery red hair and bushy beard, with small but penetrating green eyes. One can almost picture him carrying a daneaxe and invoking Odin, but his manners are often more paused, if not bumbling at times. Fritjof usually likes to wear his scientific attire, even though he's sometimes challenged by the small sizes of the labcoats. Of course, when the chips are down, he still wears his custom combat armor and tools of the trade, even if the flags and allegiances have been scratched altogether. A helmet with inbuilt mask functions and communication functions usually obscures his visage during the campaigns.

And of course, he carries an ax if the bullets aren't enough.

Background: Fritjof knew from an early age he was special, in a sense. A child prodigy not only mentally but physically, he appeared in the local newspapers of his native Stockholm when he managed to win a children running tournament while at the same time solving a complex mathematical formula. At age 7. They always called him the wonder Swede...until the Starbursts happened. In the span of days, the world itself flipped upside down, and he was no longer special. Just another human. It stung him that he had been vastly outclassed overnight by these incomprehensible monsters and the empowered humans.

It even stung more when one of his fellow childhood rivals, emboldened by his Epic powers, decided to practice shooting with the remaining members of his family. And he forced Fritjof to [i]watch.[/i] Ever since, something died inside the young man, and even though he tried to hide it, his sanity was probably forever shattered in that moment. 

But it didn't become apparent until much later. Fritjof, like many others, volunteered for the various militias that made a last ditch effort to become humanity's spear. His natural talents made him persevere and survive where others failed, his battle skill growing as well as his knowledge. Eventually, his skill was such that he could take on the monsters or epics that nobody sane would ever attempt.

Turns out he wasn't the only one, but he was the best at it. So he led a team with others, of different creeds and nations. Things seemed to finally turn towards humanity side. But... the few goverment powers that still existed bent their knee. To those on High. Dainslef never forgave that sign of weakness and treachery. For deep in his heart he believe only a world without Epics could make things great again.

It was then when the rumour of a certain anti-Epic organization called the Kryptonites reached his ears...
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