Ivar Sommers

"I'm not crazy, I prefer the term 'living plot twist'."

Nickname(s):

Iva (Though nicknames aren't used often with him)

Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Exuberant || Amiable || Two-faced|| Zany || Animated || Confident || Snarky || Argumentative || Imaginative || Mouthy || Eccentric || Impish || Prankster || Eclectic || Social || Unconventional || People Smart || Flamboyant || Musician at Heart || Enjoys New Experiences || Bombastic || Mercurial || Curious || Deeply Craves Affirmation and Approval || Scrupulous || Humorous || Occasionally Arbitrary || Childish || Greedy || Liar || Passionate || Selfish || A Bit Narcissistic (If We're Being Honest Here)

Ivar is certainly nothing short of being a complex entity. Of course, playful gossip among those who know him suggests he may very well be the modern reincarnation of the famed trickster god Loki. And considering his prominent Nordic descent and ancestry, as well as his generally tricky and playful nature… that may not be too far of a stretch. Entertaining rumors aside, there are several things to note on the surface level when it comes to Ivar. To start, he is widely -and painfully obviously- eccentric. Strange is certainly one term that is often used in regards to the young man, but a zany kind of aura clings so fiercely to him that he’s still generally considered an amusing and entertaining man to be in the presence of. Next to these traits reigns his more impish persona; the part of Ivar responsible for his mischievous endeavors, his -mostly- harmless pranks, and a diverse sense of humor.

Being two-faced comes all too easily for the young man. Both for survival, and because he’s genuinely a flippant person in terms of emotions and personality. At best Ivar could be regarded as a walking wildcard. In fact, there are really only two predictable things about this fellow; he’s unpredictable, and most likely indulging in thought that pertains to mischief in one form or another. Ivar enjoys the thrill associated with mischief, and he adores the sensation that comes with working one over on other people. In no way is he much of an entity that desires control, but it does certainly feel good to have the upper hand unbeknownst to who he’s playing. With that said, Ivar is generally careful of who he does toy with though. He’d rather not place himself in harm’s way if he is unsure he’ll be able to get himself out of danger, which in short, perhaps makes him a calculated being. And Ivar certainly has the intelligence when it comes to people to quickly judge whether they’re playable, or he should be wary of crossing them.

Being a greedy, scheming weasel is a less than perfect aspect to this man’s persona, but a shade of color to him nonetheless. One of his greatest faults is desiring more than he can have, or safely achieve. It’s gotten him into bouts of trouble for most of his life, and yet time after time, he has yet to concretely learn his lesson… making this a potentially deadly flaw should he get a little too carried away. Which in all honesty, is quite likely to happen. Regardless, Ivar thrives in experiencing things he has yet to encounter, which is usually spurred by his abundant and constant sense of curiosity. Not all experiences are necessarily good ones, but Ivar still indulges in the experience, just to say he’s done it. Of course though, one of the things Ivar can’t get enough of is chasing any experience involving music. He is a raging musician by heart, and has picked up how to play several instruments over the course of his life in turn. It’s his dearest passion, but the highly unlikely idea of his passion ever carrying him further in life has strayed Ivar from following his dreams from his youth. Not even his more childish nature has allowed him to find reason in following something so silly. After all, doesn’t everyone want to be a rockstar anyway? There’s no point in him being counted in with the failed dreamers.

Ivar is an abundantly social creature, and usually places himself in the middle of crowds just to collect energy that being social provides him with. Perhaps Ivar has a bit of an issue with silence, and being alone for that matter, but that’s hardly something he’d ever comment on. Not that his fears or minuscule insecurities would go detected by anyone anyway, Ivar is careful of keeping certain parts of himself very safeguarded. But because he displays himself as a humorous, trouble making, and a relatively open book… not many feel the need to look past the surface he fronts with. In any case though, Ivar isn’t afraid to lie his way around truths that hit closer to home. Then again, he isn’t shy about lying in general. And sometimes his dishonesty is a product of him subtly pining for some kind of approval from someone in any way he can. Little things that grant Ivar affirmation or approval are things he’s likely to repeat a few times, while coming up with new ways to further coax those things he so deeply craves out of others.

Appearance:

Attractively angular is Ivar’s face, with a soft diamond type structure. His cheekbones reign higher, in a more defined fashion, while his jawline is just short of severe. Running further down, rather than narrowing into a more pointed form, his chin gently rounds. There is no time one can catch this face unshaven, as Ivar prides himself in retaining a clean appearance. The greatest flaw of Ivar facial wise is the purplish tinted bags of an ever present exhaustion resting beneath his contrastingly lively eyes. These eyes, while possessing a softer almond shape, possess darker faintly curled lashes atop, while the bottom lashes fare a bit thinner. The color that makes for the spectacle in his eyes is that of a vibrant jade green, with prominent flecks and streaks of darker forest greens and subtle oak browns. Above these alluring orbs sit eyebrows that are of an average thickness at the beginning, while they form a slight arch just short of the midpoint before lightly thinning at the ends.

His nose is merely average, and dare be said delicately structured; with a neatly straight slope paired with a soft button type roundness. Below rests an easily defined cupid's bow, adding a soft flare of definition to his facial front. While his upper lip is rather thin, straight, and lacking much personality, his bottom lip has a visible, slight pout. These lips fair in the tone of a lighter peach, and blend nicely with his overall appearance. And from such lips resonates a more feathery voice; one that’s generally light, yet modulated in the sense that his voice could generally be considered a pleasing sound. More often than not, Ivar’s voice reflects a more playful, sly, kind of tone. It’s more than rare to ever hear any aspect of seriousness to his tone, although should something particularly trouble or upset him, there will be a faint hint of bother hidden beneath his livelier voice.

Shorter but full sits the lightly curled, dirty blonde head of ringlets Ivar possesses. A near ombre of light browns and dustier blondes make up his shades of hair, though these colors easily flow into one another rather well -complimentary colors at their finest in other words. Tapering down to the nape of his neck and both behind and barely over his ears, they handsomely thin, though that light curl is still vastly evident. A few more wispy curls curtain his forehead, though none are long enough to brave past his eyebrows to impair his vision. No one could describe the sights of his lockes as ‘poofy’, but it does reflect a voluminous shine. And from sight alone, one could guess that Ivar’s hair holds a more silky texture, which it most certainly does.

When it comes to build, Ivar’s is that of a more proportional rectangular type figure. His shoulders are perhaps not the broadest, but they square near evenly with his hips that are straighter versus narrowing at all. At a height of a solid 5’11, the guy holds a build that resides between the realm of athletic, and just plain thin. A light yet noticeable amount of toning fares in his abdomen, thighs, and calves from his years of hobbying in long distance running… well, more like his profession of running from his problems and various situations he’s found himself in. And the parts of his body that do without a complimentary show of light muscle are thinner, but not quite frail in appearance. Overall his skin tone can be regarded as fairing on the lighter side of a medium toned olive, with complimentary neutral undertones to add definition to his complexion. It is a color that stays the same relatively neutral colored pigment all year round, with the exception of a more sunkissed type of look in the summer. There are just a few, faded scars scattering his body in various places, but none of much significance.

Strengths:

Humor

Thieving

Being Social

Reading People

Thinking Outside of the Box

Weaknesses:

Greed

Dishonest

Can't Stand Long-Term Silence or Solitude

Selfish

Too Flippant For His Own Good

Likes:

Being a Showoff

Praise/Affirmation

Mischief

Dislikes:

Silence

Goody Two-Shoes

People With No Sense of Humor

Hidden Talents:

Musically Gifted - Not so hidden, but a talent nonetheless

Cooking - Oddly enough, Ivar has found through years of various trials and error that he isn't half bad at making food

Extra:

Everything written so far is good enough for this Mafia-affiliated whacko, so I'll stray from adding anything else XD

Hélio Vieyra

Male | 23 | Human | Detective

| Nickname(s) |

Lio: Pronounced like Leo

| Sexuality |

Gay

| Appearance |

Standing at 6'1, Helio has a lean runners build. He's rather skinny, with barely noticeable muscle. He has a fairly prominent v cut, and light six pack. In contrast with his build, he has many veins bulging out on his forearms and hands. His hands are on the rougher and calloused side. He doesn't work out much, as he has a hard time building muscle. He has a very fast metabolism, making it hard for him to even keep any weight on him. Although, he doesn't have big flashy muscles, he is surprisingly strong for the looks of his build. His complexion is a rather pale ivory tone. The man has clear, untouched skin to die for.

From behind, he seems like that tall, lanky awkward kid, but his facial features are quite the opposite. All his facial features are sharp, defined, and striking against his pale skin. He has a diamond shaped face, with a sharp and prominent jawline. High cheek bones which give him hollow cheeks. A straight pointed nose. His eyebrows are sharp and angled to where he has a natural resting scowl. His eyebrows are black, thick, and slightly unkempt. Below, his eyes are hooded, adding to his intimidating aura. His eyes are a pale grey/blueish color, leaning more towards a stormy dull grey. Lining his hooded eyes, are thick, full, curly lashes. Just like his dark eyebrows, his black lashes stick out against his pale skin. He has plump rosy pink lips. He tends to leave his stubble, as a clean shaven looks makes him feel like a child. His hair is jet black and falls in soft loose curls. His hair is usually a curly fringe cut, but the bottom part towards the nape is longer. His curls tend to fall in his eyes often. He also doesn't do much to style his curls, as they seem to have a mind of their own.

Does not have any tattoos, as he is not a fan of subjecting himself to pain for the fun of it. His nose is pierced. He usually has a small silver hoop there. His ear lobes are also pierced he keeps simple small metal bars there. No real scars other than childhood ones, from falling off his bike and others of the sort. One very prominent scar is hidden just under his neck, one cant really see it until he leans his head back.

Lio's attire, when not in uniform, is boring kind of like his personality. One could also say he dresses rather lazy, but he would call it comfortable. Wearing only dark colors, like a black hoodie, with black ripped jeans, and black military boots. Sometimes he sports a black beanie. He almost never leaves the house without his silver necklace, that has a unique design to it. As well as three silver rings, that are equally unique.

| Personality |

Lio is all around an introvert. He likes to keep his thoughts to himself. He tends to stay in the background of situation and analyze others. That might be a factor as his job tends to focus around that aspect. Analyzing everyone and everything. He has mastered it. Being able to figure people out, simply by the way they carry themselves, or the way they talk. He tends to keep mental files of people in his own mind. Thing is he enjoys people watching. It's one of his pass times. Another thing his job has passed down to him is his seriousness. Even outside of his work environment, he keeps a professional and business only profile. In a way, it might be his paranoia slipping out. With his seriousness comes his alertness and cautious side. When meeting new people, he keeps them at a distance. Depending where he's placed them in their "file" is when he gives them a peak at another side of him. However, he's probably manipulating them. Letting them believe he is letting them in his small world. He lets no one in. His wall are triple his height, and durable.

At times he can give off a mysterious vibe to him, as no one in his department knows much about him. Other than, he's easily one of the most intelligent people they've come across. Harder cases tend to get tossed his way, as he almost always makes a break through. Working mostly alone, for the majority of the cases. His Boss tends to let him work solo, as he thrives by himself. Hes not much of a team player. Sometimes he believes he's simply is too intelligent to have to put up with a team. In the past, he has shown he doesn't work well in the slightest with the other detectives. He always works in his own codes, afraid of prying eyes. Codes that would hurt ones brain just looking at it. Once again, the man is very paranoid.

Helio pays much attention to detail. Observing others and his surroundings. Entering any new buildings, he looks first for his exit plan before proceeding. He wont let his guard down for a second and if he does, he's a dead man. Or so he believes. If he senses that one is not very intelligent he will likely mess with them for his own entertainment purposes. He isn't exactly a very funny person, but he can be a sarcastic asshole. At random, spur of the moments he will crack a joke that will make most laugh out of their fear of him. Sometimes just his delivery that will throw most off, as it comes off as monotone, but they'll force a laugh out. Which in turn, people can't really tell if he's being serious. Unfortunately for him, because of this people tend to take offense to things he might say. Which he doesn't care how they take it. His sarcasm can be so good, once again people can't tell if he is being serious or if he is joking. And they'll never know, as he wont elaborate or repeat himself.

Most of these traits of his make him seem like an asshole, but he can be sweet to those he cares about. To which there aren't many left. Of course, thats only behind closed doors...Maybe bolted, and barred doors. However, he is loyal. To his career, and those who are close to him. In all honesty, it would take a rare breed of a person to get him to cave his walls. Working with hardcore criminals for years now, has made him numb to his emotions. An example of this would be him breaking the news to a victims family about their death. No matter how hard that family member cries, or clings onto him, he won't bat an eye. If anything, he'd unravel the person from him and brush himself off. On the opposite spectrum, a criminal could throw all sorts of threats, swinging fists, and demeaning phrases at him...Helio wont flinch. Hell, he wont so much as blink. He's had to bury his emotions so deep down, that a times he forgets hes human and its normal to feel those things. The man is simply numb.

| Strengths |

Intelligence

Loyalty/Morals

Knowledgeable on handguns

| Weaknesses |

Hand to hand combat

Stubborn

Impatient

| History |

Confidential XD

The common city noises echoed around the buildings. The sirens, tires squealing, dogs barking, were just a few of the sounds of the city. Although, there were many noises, there wasn't many people out and about. The people that were on the streets at these hours were the type up to no good. Helio was the exception.

Wearing all black clothing, with black military boots. His heavy boots thudded, as he made his way down the sidewalk. His head hung low, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie. Hell, Lio looked like the type that was up to no good. However, he was simply making his way down to the corner market.

The tall male could easily take his own car, instead of walking, but he choose not to. The male lived rather frugal, as if he were poor. The fact was, he was far from it. The man had money. Money that could buy him a mansion with five sports cars. The perks of having a well paying job.

Helio wasn't a fan of flashy material things. He could afford that lifestyle, but didn't want that. Instead, he rents a cheap small apartment, in the rougher parts of the city. It was a two bedroom run down apartment. Most likely built in the late 1900's. It wasn't up to date with modern appliances, or anything of the sorts. Helio didn't mind it at all though. He furnished it to his liking. Of course, nothing too expensive. Same goes for his car. He owns a 2001 Toyota Tacoma. Although, it was in great condition and very reliable.

Reaching the market, he opened the door. The bell tied on the door rang as the door opened, announcing his arrival. Making a bee line to the drinks, he grabbed one alcoholic drink and two energy drinks. Passing the chip aisle he paused. Snatching a bag of potato chips, he walked up to the counter. Tossing his items on the counter, the clerk began scanning them without a word from either of them. Pulling his wallet out, he tossed some cash on the counter, not waiting on the change. Grabbing the plastic bag with his items, he left without a word.

Lio's apartment was just a few short blocks down. The man wasn't intimidated by walking out late at night. The majority in this area knew not to be out and about. For fear of being robbed, or worse killed. Personally, Lio has never had any issues, as he's been walking out and about for a few years now. His apartment or car have never been a target either. However, he still came prepared for anything. Having a chest gun holster clinging to his chest. It was hidden under his zip up hoodie.

The sound of the plastic bag moving, as Lio walked, was quiet. Yet distracting to Lio's thoughts. It was all he could hyper focus on, his dull eyes glancing down at the bag around his wrist. His eyes narrowed. At least he was close to his apartment building. Rounding the corner, he dragged his gaze away from the bag and up at his building. As if to check it was indeed still there. His soft curls falling slightly into his eyes, even with his head up. However, it never bothered him, nor obstructed his view. Styling his hair different to where it wasn't laying over his forehead would feel much more odd for the male.

Helios building was on the opposite side of the street, but further down from where he currently was. The man had a decent peripheral and overall good senses. Although, he doesn't seem all that aware of his surroundings, as his gaze is set forward and no where else. If someone tried to run up behind him, he'd feel it before they reached him. Perks of paranoia. Or spidey senses. However one looked at it. His footsteps were heavy, as he continued down the sidewalk.

As he neared his place, thats when he saw it. His steps falter slightly, as his eyes zeroed in on it. Or should he say someone. There was no way. His dull grey eyes narrowed, as now he stopped. The area where he parked his car didn't have a street light illuminating it. Or it did have a street light, but it hasn't been working for a couple of years now. Helio was a fan of it though, until this very moment. The tall male didn't seem to have much reaction to the situation at hand. His facial expression remained the same. A scowl playing on his handsome features. Hell, inside he didn't feel much. He wasn't pissed off, or anything of the sorts.

Someone was trying to break into his beloved truck. Lio couldn't believe his luck, well lack thereof. Had he walked under a ladder on the way home? Stepped on a crack? The streets were lined up with vehicles, so it was unlikely the damned thief has seen him yet. Deciding on his next move, he walked in between the cars. Crossing the empty street, he was at least two cars behind the thief. He began taking lighter steps, as to not startle the person. As he got closer, he observed the male. He spotted a glint from the males hands. The man came well prepared.

"Hey, you alright man?" He called out, as he walked closer. His voice was deep and velvety. There was also a hint of an unknown accent. Lio furrowed his brows, feigning concern for this man's well being. He'd humor the man. Curious what the thief would have to say for himself. Helio wanted to make this night a little more interesting for himself. He tilted his head slightly, "You locked yourself out, huh?" He questioned, a knowing tone in his voice. He let out a deep chuckle, and held his hands up. "Hey, we've all done it at some point." He reassured the man. Holding up a single finger, he looked in thought for a moment. "You know I think I got something that could help you out." He finally said, setting down his bag on the sidewalk next to his truck. He began to pat his pockets, pretending to look for this mysterious item that could help this lovely man.