Age: 22
Country of Origin: Finland
Power(s):
- Limb Extension: Sven has the ability to stretch his limbs independently from his own body like an elastic rubber band. The lengths they can be extended allows Sven to grab objects at a distance, travel from place to place, or strike enemies from a far away standing point.
- Enhanced Swordsmanship: Sven posses the great skill and proficiency of all bladed weapons. He is very confident in his ability and can block other things like bullet fire, and slice endless inches of wood or concrete in half with a single blow.
Greek Name: Phi
Side: Sven is currently enjoying the thrill from the chase of the government that seeks to experiment on him.
Personality: Sven is a cold and dark figure. He could care less about the well being of everyone else, or what they think about him. He doesn't donate or help out any other cause unless he feels he needs to, or there's something in it for him. The governments been pissing him off for a long time, but what they've done now has pushed him over the edge. He'll pull off anything head on without a single worry in his mind, and still come out looking good because he disregarded death to do what he wants. He could care less if he lives or dies. Al though calm most of the time, he can't stand people who stand in his way. His emotions are a lot more faded than others, and don't show very often at all.
History: Just how he expected it. The world was bound to come to an end at some point with all the other disasters beginning to happen around Europe and North America. Governments were crashing, and the crime rate was rising in the small town that Sven grew up in. He knew something would happen at one point, the humans would never out live dinosaurs. It seemed like a good life he had anyway. An average college life he had while he was younger trying to finish up his education and juggle friends with the sleep he was getting. But then it all happened. He had heard about a meteor hitting France, but he was skeptical about it. Turned out to be true. France was obliterated, and it drove the government over the edge. The population of surrounding countries were dropping lower and lower each day, and it seemed to have an effect on the mood of the people on earth. Something seemed off, but he couldn't just put his finger on it. The air...the atmosphere around him seemed a lot different than before. Some sort of toxins? He wouldn't doubt it. But it didn't matter anymore, he could care less. Sven's family had already passed away some time ago, which was a good thing that they didn't have to live through this. Finland being on the North-Eastern piece of Europe, basically diagonal and countless miles away from France had a bit of a blessing. What mutated his genetics wasn't enough to kill him, but gave him the ability to harness two more powers that would change the rest of his life. But he did not know this yet.
During these young years of his, Sven learned a few forms of martial arts, and sword techniques from classes that he went to on weekends. He still did of course. After the devastation of France, he noticed something. The first being the drop of students in his classes, but the next being that he felt a hell of a lot more powerful. While walking home from another class, debating on how to dramatically change his life, a few muggers came around to try and rob him. The criminal charged at Sven, and he immediately reacted with a bob of the head to the left side, thus dodging the almost immanent strike, and then moved back up to deliver a punch to the gut. A single blow into the criminals stomach, and Sven was shocked. His arm reached a great distance, knocking the guy about a mile back into some nearby park. It answered a few questions, but still left Sven a little startled. He thought he'd try it again on the other guy, so he send his leg out like a long strand of elastic, and kicked him in the side, sending him into the brick building beside him. The wall was imploded, and broke a lot of his bones, shattering the muscle and he was stuck for the time being. Sven didn't bother to tell anyone after that, he just kept it to himself and thought of it as a blessing.
Eventually his home town was a wreck, and all Sven wanted to do was get away. He packed all of his belongings and moved to Norway at the other side of Scandinavia. A few other friends, Sven had good contact with. Time went on and chaos spread pretty much worldwide until formations of the government and certain huntsman groups started tracking down the genetically mutated individuals for experiments and testing. Didn't make a difference to him. He'd rather die than take defeat and be captured by someone else. In Norway he met a kid by the name of Aksel. He was a lot younger than him by about 7 years or so. He seemed to be in the same situation as him, and tolerable. They started tagging along with each other, and eventually found some sort of partnership. It's now were Sven is constantly on the move and going in hiding. The manhunt gives him a high better than any other drug could ever do.
Other:
- Sven carries a single Katana on his back, and a .38 Revolver in his pocket.
- Sven can speak fluent English, Russian and Finnish.
- He's always seen wearing a Black Poncho over whatever he has underneath.
