Post by jormungand on May 22, 2010 4:12:08 GMT -5
JORGDAN DREKA MIDGARSTRUM
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Forlorn ;; Silent ;; Lethal
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BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name: Jorgdan Dreka Midgarstrum
Significance of Name:
Jorgdan – An easy substitute for the proper name Jörmungandr/Jörmungand; building specifically off the Latinized name of ‘Jordan.’
Dreka – Is Icelandic for the word “dragon” or “serpent” depending on what context it is used in. Reigning from Iceland, it is alluding to the serpentine nature of the World Serpent.
Midgarstrum – An allusion to the name Midgarðsormur, or Midgar Serpent.
Nickname(s): Jor, Dreka, or simply ‘Jordan.’
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Asexual & Bisexual, considering the symbolism of the snake in general is both meant to penetrate and encircle, like that of the womb and phallus. It is also considered sinful, deadly, and either alluding to sexual freedom/orientation—or diverting from it all together depending from the source.
Grade: Senior
Celeb you're using: Evan Lysacek
Deity: Jörmungandr- Norse
Title of your deity: The World Serpent
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance:
A tower would probably be the best descriptive image one could give when it comes to Jorgdan. He is excessively tall, but almost pencil-thin; extremely skinny and disturbingly flexible. His age contradicts his face, as he looks slightly more mature then his actual body should be; his frame is completely made up of his legs and arms. Having a svelte, but not too muscular torso had led him to look quite ‘flat’ and almost concave when one observes his chest. Jorgdan holds high cheekbones, as well as broad and curved shoulders. His back is also very flat, with an elongated spine and large shoulder blades. He is also double jointed in all of his limbs, making it easy for him to pop his bones out of place when desired or needed. While his muscle-mass lacks; the serpent-like man seems to hold a dire sort of intimidation—simply from how tall and long he can be. Normally, the man chooses to slouch so that his body can be level with the men around him. His bones are technically soft, able to compress and move under pressure. This in-turn leaves his torso looking slightly inhuman as it bridges near his collarbone and curves inwards; having little stability or natural human strength to hold a broad shape.
His long arms and legs serve as constricting confinements; as they are long and flexible enough to wrap around an entire body and squeeze until the victim is breathless. His pelvis is just as limber, and can rotate from the spine and almost dislodges itself from it. One surprising, and embarrassing incident though has left him with a mark on his left pelvic bone. Jorgdan actually bears a tattoo of a said lightning bolt on his body, directly on the curve of his bone; pointing downwards towards his inner thigh. Although he refuses to tell others how the incident came about; he does occasionally admit that it was done to ward off the initial fear of lightning he tends to exhibit. His midsection also tends to stretch longer then an average human, as he constantly stretches in order to relieve most of his muscle and bone-pains from his spurts of growing.
Jorgdan holds absolutely no hair on his body, besides what is on his face and top of his head. He is completely barren of scars, or any scar tissue; his skin is excessively pale and rarely does he tan—despite all the sun he gets. His eyes are a calm, milky brown with a light golden tint towards the center of the iris. Jorgdan has a slim face, seeming slightly hollowed out and yet angular. His hair is dark, almost unheard of for an Icelandic man; but it takes on a hue of dark charcoal. He wears it short, framed on his neck and face; rarely does he slick it backwards—but he has been known to do so.
Attire is something that Jorgdan takes very seriously; not because he is into fashion, but instead to hide his body. He is normally seen with either formal, loose clothing—or extensive baggy clothing. The larger tends to be the best, although he will wear tight-fit clothes for swimming or ice-skating. He is normally decked from head to toe in clothes, and has gone as far as to keep a mask over his mouth during stressful times (finals in particular) as his venom glands are kicked into high gear. While it is easy to assume what he will wear, his mannerisms are not so simplistic.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description:
Jorgdan is a simple young man, with a complex web of emotions that has been tangled since the dawn of his birth. He is ambivalent. Completely aware, and yet unaware of his surroundings; as well as being borderline apathetic. The man can come off as cold, difficult, and yet so timid and easy-going that it is difficult to understand what regiment he is attempting to fulfill. Since he was young, Jorgdan had suffered with his bodily image as well as communication with other beings. Those that are like him still can have trouble dragging the serpent from under his rock. Jorgdan likes few, and trusts even fewer. Stemming from his isolation, he still loathes but seeks silence, and instead of becoming a constant player within his school—he watches from the sidelines. A tender soul at heart, Jorgdan can hold sympathy for many; though expressing it is another story. He is a supporting ally and friend, if one is so lucky as to appease him and maneuver the growing serpent to their side. Specifically issues dealing with family then to trigger something within him. Seeing abuse, or any other sort of parental abandonment turns his stomach; as he can be excessively protective of those who have gained his faith.
Jorgdan does not really hold preference on male or female, nor does he seemingly have much desire to instigate passion. Despite being old enough, he has not chosen a lover and doesn’t (for now) wish too; being the type to diverge himself from any sort of loving commitment. He treats both with respect, and is slightly more protective over females; passive with males. The way he views children is simply how one who would treat a younger brother or sister; although he tends to wing it, even if somehow it feels natural for him. His attachment platonically is stronger then that of what would believe sexual bonding would be. Jorgdan tends to place more emphasis on friendships over that of having true relationships; his pessimistic view towards others steers him in that direction.
He holds a natural sheen of brightness, and relies heavily on his raw instinct as well as underlining feelings of what is right and wrong. If he feels injustice has been served; Jorgdan will fight tooth and nail against it. Rarely is there ever any violence in his (supposedly) docile bones, but as anyone would; he defends and attacks when his back is up against the wall. On a darker note, he is extremely venomous and knows it—one bite or prolonged exposure to an onslaught of toxin would be fatal for many. There are many buttons on him that can cause an immensely violent reaction; although what they tend to be comes as sort of a surprise. When it becomes obvious that his aggressive side has taken hold, the striking cannot be stopped until he his forced to yield. He has been known to struggle until the point of exertion, and has to be unconscious (or dead) before the attack can come to a close. This is extremely rare, but when this is set off; Jorgdan goes into a typhoon of rage and takes the offense, deleting the ‘fight or flight’ response with just fight.
Passive-aggressive behavior aside, he is a very repressed teenager. He doesn’t seek trouble, but tends to slither out of it when it rears its ugly head. He is oblivious to most things that happen around him; which in turn leads him to agreeing to some idiotic things. They normally end badly, as last time he ended up with a tattoo on his flesh. Although he seeks out company, he doesn’t make much of an effort to ‘jump’ directly into it. Jorgdan is easily subdued and nonchalant; able to work best with a partner who does not seek constant verbal reliance on him. The serpent is most comfortable with a man or woman that can understand without words, of which has led him to realizing the forms of body language most beings tend to go through. While increasingly intelligent about himself and those around him, he has yet to find the link that completes the chain altogether.
Likes:
☣ Darkness
☣ Extreme Warmth or Cold
☣ Sunlight
☣ Swimming
☣ Sweets
☣ Family
☣ Seafood & Red (Raw) Meat
☣ Isolated Places
☣ Long Naps
☣ Observing Others
☣ Praise
Dislikes:
☣ Thunder & Lightening
☣ Gambling
☣ Tools (Hammers)
☣ Fishing
☣ Cats
☣ His Uncle
☣ Empathy
☣ Weakness
☣ Complex People
☣ Crowds
☣ Materialism
Strength:
☣ Cunning and Sly; can slip himself out of trouble as easily as worming his way into it.
☣ Has a high range of stealth, and can take on the appearance of ‘coming out of no where,’ even without meaning to do so.
☣ His large, limber frame can aid him in multiple ways; one such example is that he can compress his ribcage and is designed to ‘slither’ into unreachable openings or exits.
Weaknesses:
☣ Does not communicate nor get along well with others because of distinct isolation early within his life.
☣ Has immense difficulty when it comes to being alone; prone to having panic attacks and sparks of claustrophobia.
☣ His family, of whom he is dedicated to no matter what. Even to the death.
Fears:
☣ Being completely alone.
☣ Thunder and Lightening, and also the ‘bang’ of hammers—actually, hammers in general.
☣ Death without reason.
Goal:
☣ To gain justice in his own way; specifically on those that tend to wrong him or his family.
Power/Ability: Poison Generation – Secreted out of his ‘canines’ and can possibly be emitted through his breath or saliva as well.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Origin: Reykjavík, Iceland
History:
Born to a young, single mother in Reykjavík; Jorgdan was about an average sized child with a complex situation. Due to the father having run off upon hearing his “girlfriend’s” pregnancy; the baby was not well received by the girl’s family. Since she was young, her elders stepped in— more specifically her uncle, deciding to take the child and give it to authorities; classifying the pregnancy and birth as illegitimate. Forced away from his mother, he was stationed in multiple foster families until properly adopted back into the Icelandic capital of Reykjavík. At age six, it was assumed by his permanent family that it would be best of him to stay at home. Rapid growth made the child tower over other’s his age; taking the appearance of an 10 year old while he was barely reaching his 7th year of life. Excessive growth would continue to be Jorgdan’s enemy up to current day, as he continues to suffer from rapid maturing. As he was sent into isolated home schooling, he did occasionally have contact with his real mother and father; however it was frequently bittersweet. Leaving the young child yearning for more contact from the outside then he currently got.
When Jorgdan grew, even his own adoptive family had been shocked at such changes undergoing their child. He was frequently a victim of abandonment, being left at home alone; forced to stay within the basement of which served as his room. While there was no abuse towards him, the lack of love and human connection began to wane on his conscious. He suffered severe panic attacks alone, of which aided in the growth of claustrophobia; desperation to escape became violent as he hit his teenage years. Still suffering from his lanky, long limbs and body; the teenager (now 13) could compress his entire ribcage and unhinge his jaw. Sores within his mouth had also begun to show during moments of stress; hinting that his body had begun to take root in it’s growth and changes. Around this time, it was assumed his deadly venom was still in its ‘premature’ stage. Assuming constant stress and agony triggered his mouth tissue to become ‘weak’ enough to be eaten away by the venom marked a new stage of its development.
While in constant fear of their adoptive son, the choice was made to notify the original parents of the growth spurts as well as his health condition. Seeking aid, the family contacted the original uncle who had placed Jorgdan up for adoption. Coldly, the elder ordered that it would be best to either kill him; or keep the ‘sinful’ and ‘mutated’ creature in his isolation. This finally marked the cut off of all his contact from parents and life alike; his studies came to a grinding halt, and food was administered like that of a solitary confident prison. Left in the darkness, Jorgdan was given the life of a felon without having done anything to deserve it. Bitterness filled him as the days passed, and his body eventually hit a rock at 15—giving him the look of a 20-year old while still being a teenager. He no longer grew in his physical human form; however, his bones ache frequently—signaling another type of growth that had yet to be discovered. At age 16, he current caretakers were contacted about Pantheon Academy. Having never meant to ‘hurt’ the special child; they jumped at the offer to send him towards a place that could give to his special needs.
While he was let out from his cell into the academy, Jorgdan obviously still suffers from much of his prior life. Speaking, his body, and occasional bitterness towards people/gods in general tend to be difficult obstacles within his life. Grateful for being saved, the man excels in his studies and is excessively hard to catch on the school grounds even when one is specifically looking for him. He spent a total of two years at the academy, and has planned to stay for as long as possible.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
- The research I did on snakes in general pop up in his likes and dislikes/strengths and weaknesses; one in particular is the unlocking jaw, the compressible ribcage, and his desire to seek out sunlight or intense heat/cold. Love for water comes from being submerged in the ocean, and sweets is a constant way to hold in warmth from enticing high blood sugar levels.
- Fish is a dire source of protein, as the World Serpent was casted under the ocean; red meat is added in simply because Thor used the head of an ox to fish it out. Thus, I added in ‘raw red meat’ to the mix.
- Iceland was chosen because in ancient maps, Iceland’s location (or somewhere near Iceland) is where said ‘head’ of the World Serpent was supposed to lay.
- Sexuality is expressed above, within that section. Snakes in general hold either a plethora of sexual imagery, or none at all. I’ve made his sexual orientation cover both sides of that plate.
- The loyalty if family, and the uncle’s role is made to parallel what happened in said myths; he was willing to kill for Loki (father) as well as hold a significant grudge on his uncle (Odin) due to his mistreatment and separation/isolation as a child.
- Dislike and fear of Lightening and Thunder—as well as hammers should be obvious. Thor was meant to kill the World Serpent in Ragnarök; or the end of the world. His skull is eventually crushed by Thor’s hammer, but he does successfully poison the other god before his death in Ragnarök.
- Due to the World Serpents extensive growth in little time; Evan Lysacek was chosen because of his length (arms and legs) as well as height. I’ve meant to portray him as lithe and svelte, not as dependent on muscle mass but instead flexibility.
- Passive-aggressive behavior is also portrayed from the myth. The World Serpent is exclusively dormant, only rising its head when Thor challenges it (which happens twice before the final battle) and at Ragnarök, triggered by Loki. However, when it is released, it is noted as a ‘thrashing, deadly, and violent’ mess up until its death.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
The scent of the sea was both calming, and agitating to the young Na’vi. Despite the fact it was home, the stickiness of humidity mixed with the fragrant salt caused his senses to be slightly muddled when it came to flying. Such hot days such as this made his internal radar fry; not that his dear Taw’tiera didn’t know where she was going. Allowing her to take over the majority of their combined senses, she spread her wings and began to beat against the current of the natural Jet Stream that surrounded Pandora. Scouting the land below had been a job bestowed upon him by his oh-so-thoughtful eldest brother. Rolling his eyes behind the visor, the young Na’vi ran his hands to the base of Tiera’s neck. Urging her to dive down so he could gaze upon a closer inspection. With the entrance of Sky People to Pandora, Kelku'atan could almost feel the tension boiling over in his bones. Not only did the Na’vi seem to struggle with the thought of humans returning; but also their own young royal family seemed to be interested in demolishing them. Not that he flew either way, he was willing to give anything a chance—at least once.
Either way, border patrol had become stricter as the days passed. Each night his eldest brother and sister rode out for the more ‘dangerous’ patrols. Sincerely, Kelku'atan pitied any humans that ran into his elder siblings. They would abruptly be met with nothing short of death. Clicking his tongue lazily against the roof of his mouth; the young warrior ran his tongue over his canines as his mount opened its wingspan to cushion the landing on the sandy plains. The neighboring Na’vi had more tolerance then his own leader, and much of the time he was criticized for being much like the Aylakuna. Yet he had no anger, nor did he have much reason to discuss such motives of war. He would gladly do what his Olo'eyktan or Tsahik commanded, but nothing disruptive had reared its ugly head yet. Patting the large flank of his Ikran, the youth slid down off the side of her. Pulling out a scrap of raw meat from the pocket laced around his waist, he whispered something softly in his natural language; feeding Tiera as a pleased rumble fluttered from her chest.
”An overreaction, surely our neighbors are not as hostile as we have become.”He uttered, feeling his hand travel from behind the maw, and over the spine. Taw’tiena let out an tense rumble again, this one more daring then the content one she had vocalized moments ago. ”Ah, you as well, Tiena?” He stroked the joint of her maw, not allowing her to show any more disgruntlement from such talk as Sky People. It simply felt like one could cut the air with such resentment floating within his country like sea foam being tossed up after a typhoon. Pandora was worth fighting for, but was there going to be a fight? As much as his blood gave him the grace of being a protector of his clan, he did not wish to fight an enemy that had no business in corrupting his people. Where as most of his family held Sky People—not even as high as dirt. It was as if ignorance or fury was the best key; not at all what he had expected. His brothers and sisters itched for confrontation. That, Kelku'atan could feel within his bones. Many scrutinized him for not being able to feel the horror awaiting in the oncoming years, but—he felt it. The male Na’vi made no mistake, and even in his attempts to speak with those of other clans resulted in the same underlining feeling.
He was young, still a man—but young. Was it curiosity that led him to such childish behavior? Shrugging off all motive that he could bring dishonor and anger among his people, he slid onto his resting mount—and much to her displeasure, steered in the direction of the more welcoming plans. The scent of aliens, and the faces of beings at least five feet shorter then he awaited him somewhere around there. He did not know, and therefore he did not judge; but he wished to know, and he wanted to judge. Perhaps he was as much of a fool as his clan painted him to be when it came to such a subject, only time and careful observation would tell.
Tiena fluttered gracefully, keeping low to the plains and hidden in the foliage of trees and brush. He was not a stranger to this place, and neither was she. His siblings had learned long ago that if Kelku'atan did not want to be found—he would not be found. For now, he was on his own—and personally, that was how he enjoyed it.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: Kye
Age: 18 (10/1/91)
How long have you been RPing? 7+ years
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