Freyr Baldur

Freyr was born in Iceland. He had a decent life there, but it wasn't fun to him. He wanted to travel across the world. Hell, even to space. Just staying in one place for too long bored him, so when some random person came to him to ask if he wanted to take part in an experiment, he gladly accepted. It seemed like a wonderful way to enjoy the world, and he took full advantage of it. Even to this day, he never regrets his decision.

At first, he freaked himself out when he became a bount. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with his life, and atop of that he gained a tattoo. He was sure he was really drugged and then went on a druggie spree and wound up in another country, but after a few days he learned it was his doll. Freyr took on the persona of a wizard when he found out it was a staff that shot lightning. He experimented and played with it each and every day, sometimes challenging humans to duels, knowing fully that he would win.

He took time to gain skill as a wizard, even donning a persona and alias as the Wizard Vincent. He traveled continent to continent performing and fighting, gaining more skill as a wizard each day. He never really met other bounts, or they just never brought themselves to him, but he didn't care. If anyone asked, he was a wizard. There were no questions about that, and anyone who said otherwise was zapped.

Freyr still had a home in Iceland, but as the years went on, the people in the town treated it like a haunted house. He was supposed to be dead long ago, and when they saw him, it was only for brief periods of time. e took advantage of the haunted house theory, and sometimes even played into it to assure himself that no one would sell his house. He grew up in a time where water and electricity weren't needed, so he was able to survive without. The candlelit atmosphere was much more soothing to him, anyway. And on the subject of water, he could boil it. He is a low maintenance kind of guy, and he doesn't mind if people see that as a bad thing. It's a good trait to him, and he loved himself. What others saw him as never really mattered.

Blood raised his brow at Ikki's bullshit explanation. He knew the other wanted to get out of his presence as soon as possible. He just let him go. Blood wanted to toy around with Luka more anyway. He saw the boy on his way to leave, and went back to focusing on Luka, who looked like he wanted to avoid all traces of their previous conversation. Apparently there was no problem. He laughed when Luka went from that to the dead girls. He was all work, it seemed. Blood got tired of looking at them, so stuffing them was definitely not an option. "Just leave them there. Some poor bloke will stumble upon them, and my prints aren't on 'em. Hell, they'll just be brushed aside as another dead whore." Blood leaned back, not even wanting to look at the whores.

If he hadn't thought about it before, he was thinking about it now. Women were not the business to be in. The expected THINGS to be done for them. The day women got rights was the day whoring them turned to be no fun. Obedience was the number one key to Blood not murdering the fuck out ofg bu, and he honestly was happy with just knowing both those girls just got the fuck murdered right on out of them. "Disposal surely won't be necessary." Even though he had just told Luka to leave them, he stated it again, this time while smiling.

If that didn't get his point across that they were all pretty much dead to him, maybe he could just spend his next few months murdering them and go into the business of strip clubs, casinos, and drugs. That one seemed funner anyways. Who didn't want to go somewhere with naked women and blackjack?"Luka, what do you say... we stop the whoring business and go into a strip club slash casino?" He sat back and relaxed himself. If working with girls was too much work like this, why even bother? "Why don't we go to my office and further discuss this? Those slags can work on their own, and if not, fuck them and whatever they're going through. As long as we're safe from whatever the fuck then man."

Blood thought a bount just not doing work when they got back. It seemed like too much effort, however effort must be spent to change a lifestyle. However, he wasn't in the mood for it. After a show like that was just put on, he wanted something fun. He'd done enough work for the day. It was time for play. "Or, instead of working on shit, we could have some fun"He looked over at Luka and instantly thought about making him uncomfortable again. He was too damn loyal, and for some reason blood wanted to take advantage of that. Any amount of fun Blood could think of, would probably force the other man into a series of painful flashbacks, but he didn't really care. Seeing pain in Luka's otherwise expressionless face would be enough to send him over any edge.

Deciding the other had no say in any matters, he ordered the gimps to take he and Luka back to his office. Blood waved at the ladies and bid his farewell, while offering a sadistic smile to them if they didn't fill their quota. In a sense, he felt as if he could be king of this small group. He had a 'horse' pulled chariot already, all he needed now was a castle. Once he was done with Luka, then he could force some workers into building his marvelous castle.

AD-1

HAN: 10
REI: 11
HAK: 7
SEI: 12
BUK: 8
HOH: 7
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 55

Vince

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