Name
Klaus Nyström
Name Meaning
Victory of the People ; New Stream
Name Pronunciation
Clow-s Nie-struhm
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Homosexual
Age
26
Supernatural Type
Scandinavian Troll
Klaus is a troll, but he’s one of the smaller ones. Not the giants who lurk in the mountains and steal children at night. No, his people are much more human-looking, and though still considered dangerous, not quite as dangerous as those giants. He lived with his little group in an old cemetery until they overran a small farm. The only real ability he has is incredible strength, enough to uproot a tree, and fortunately something he can control enough to not constantly destroy things. They say his little group had some human blood in them, and that seems to be true because they could go out in the sun. Most trolls would burst into stone on the spot. For Klaus’s people, it’s more like a sunburn. A slow shift from skin to stone, that slowly reverts when they cover up or go inside.
Appearance
Klaus isn’t as tall as you might expect a troll to be, only just making it past 7’5”. Not what anyone would call a giant, and his lithe frame certainly doesn’t give him the appearance of the brute strength he holds in him. He claims to be part human, as far as he knows, and that might account for it. He has a loping stride, and though he prefers to hold himself upright and rigid, the reality of door frames and low ceilings means he’s over hunched over to avoid hitting his head. He has long but rather thick fingers, wide feet, and broad shoulders, but his limbs are thin, even though they’re sinewy and definitely not weak or flabby. He seems to be in pretty good shape, though fortunately that tends to be easier for the supernatural. Actually, he does have the kind of frame that might make a grandma force-feed him pasta because he’s “too skinny,” but besides that he seems in good shape.
Klaus’s face is also rather long, with high cheekbones and a sharp chin. It could almost be called a handsome face, if the facial features on it didn’t completely ruin it. His mouth is fine - a bit wider than usual, and with two rows of extremely sharp-looking teeth. But then there’s his nose, right smack dab in the middle of his face, a huge thing with a bridge that bulges outwards and a tip that droops down like melting wax. By any standards, it’s not a pretty nose, and it’s very noticeable. The next most prominent feature of his is his eye. It has a somewhat rounded shape, a bit larger than a normal eye, and glows a bright yellow. In the sunlight it looks like a dim light bulb. In the dark, it’s positively alarming if you’re not expecting it. When he blinks, it flickers ominously. This is his left eye, and for the most part you’ll never see the right side of his face. But on the rare occasion that you can see the right side, you’ll see a blank stretch where his right eye should be. Usually, though, his huge mane of shaggy black hair is covering up half of his face. It’s wild and thick, and goes nearly down to his shoulders, and is constantly getting in his face. Now and then he tries to slick and tie it back, and wears sunglasses to cover up his eye and lack thereof.
Klaus is a sharp dresser, and usually goes for a business casual look. White button-ups, suspenders, black dress pants, coat jackets, those kinds of things. During the day he always wears gloves, usually his tan-grey riding gloves but sometimes white silk gloves for formal occasions. Before he came here, he usually had trouble finding any clothing that would fit him. Now that he’s in a place where a 7’5” person is hardly out of place, he’s brought his wardrobe up to three good outfits, and a number of oversized shirts and plain jeans for emergencies. Mostly, though, he cycles through his three main suits and does a wash every other day to ensure he doesn’t have to wear his backup clothing. His suits are black, dark blue, and dark green. He always wears a wide-brimmed straw hat with a stiff brim to keep the sun off of his face, a pale cream in color. He has a new pair of wayfarer sunglasses with amber-tinted lenses that he’s getting into the habit of wearing more, and folds and tucks into his breast pocket when he’s not wearing them. He has only one pair of shoes, black loafers that are a bit scuffed but still serviceable. He usually has a water bottle sticking awkwardly out of his pocket.
Personality
Cold • Sometimes Emotional • Introverted • Awkward • Loyal • Pushover • Protective • Passive-Aggressive • Drifter • Non-Violent • Appreciates Mystery • Honest
Klaus comes off as cold and closed-off at first, the kind of person who keeps his feelings close to his chest. He is, in general. But when he does get emotional, he gets very emotional. If he’s really pissed at someone, he yells his head off at them. If he’s sad about something, he might just be crying over it. If he’s really happy, he’s all laughs and smiles. It can be hard to tell what will go far enough to spark a real emotion in him, though. He usually defaults to a more detached demeanor, but this transforms into an awkward demeanor when people match his coldness with warmth. He’s historically been an introverted person. He’s used to rolling into town unknown to everyone there, and leaving pretty much the same way. He’s never been forced into close proximity with people like this before, and it’s strange to him. Being anonymous has always been a way of life. He was born without an identity, never technically existing in the world. Not on paper. He always wanted to be somebody. That’s why he chose to give himself a human’s name, and to walk amongst them. He’s looking for approval from a society outside of his own. When he came to this town, he almost thought: could this be it? So many people, so many differences, and they all seem to get along. But that didn’t last long.
Klaus wants to be like other people, whatever that means. Mostly, he just wants them to like him, though he’s unwilling to put in the effort to be friendly. He’s not used to socializing, and every social cue and fine nuance is a bit more difficult than it needs to be. So when someone is nice to him, he’s thrown off balance. He takes a while to determine whether they really mean it, but if they seem sincere he mistakes that for a deeper bond and latches onto them hard. His loyalty is undying and unwavering, and much too easily earned by anyone who can trick him into thinking they like him. And he’s easy to fool. He’s always supportive of things his friends do, despite the cost, because he doesn’t want to make them feel bad about themselves. He’ll defend his friends’ choices to anyone, regardless of his own opinion on the matter. He gives in too easily, and won’t put up a fight unless he’s doing it on behalf of someone else. Waiter forgot his fries? Whatever, who needs fries, he’s fine. Waiter forgot his friend’s fries? He’s in the kitchen asking where the hell his friend’s fries went.
He can be quite nasty when he dislikes someone, passive-aggressive and saying things under his breath but never to their face. He’s not exactly a gossip, but he’s perfectly willing to talk badly about people behind their backs. He’s no fighter, either. He’s perfectly capable of fighting, technically, with the immense strength that comes with being a troll. But he’d rather talk, and in fact he’ll back down before he starts a physical fight. He values his integrity, and isn’t the kind who would ever break a law or important rule. He trusts authority to know what the hell they’re doing. He strives for honesty in himself. He’s an upstanding citizen, or he would be if he could just settle down and get a real job. He disapproves of certain types of people - law-breakers, hoodlums, violent people, even humans to some extent. He enjoys the abstract things in life - be it art, philosophy, or just an abstract way of thinking. He hardly seems the type, honestly, with his crisp suits and perfect grammar. But he likes things that are bizarre or unexplainable. After all, isn’t everyone here a little bizarre and unexplainable? Why try to explain something that’s beautiful when it’s just mysterious? Except for scars, he hates not knowing where people got scars. It seems to him they’re hiding something big and potentially dangerous about themselves. But overall, he can find the beauty in a mystery, as much as he finds beauty in routine and rules.
Voice & Accent
Klas has a dry voice, of average pitch for a man his age. Typically not too much inflection unless he’s emotional. It has a clipped, flat tone to it. He has a very strong East Danish dialect that becomes even more prominent (if that was possible) when he’s upset or angry about something. But the most notable thing about his voice is the rasp of age, the sound of someone much older despite his youth. It can be assumed that this is due to him being a troll.
Strengths
Physical Strength
Loyalty
Honesty
Integrity
Pacifism
Trust
Writing
Manual Labor
Travelling
Stealth
Weaknesses
Overly-Loyal
Social Awkwardness
Cold Demeanor
Emotionality
Gullibility
Weakness to Sun
Push-Over
Judgemental
Passive-Aggression
Lack of Connections
Likes
Spring Water
Darkness
Eating Goat and Goat Cheese
Having Friends
Good Grammar
Looking Sharp
His Name
Law-Keepers
Knives
Abstract Art
Dislikes
Law-Breakers
Humans (Somewhat)
Being Shunned
Confrontation
Betrayal
Mysterious Scars
Being Ignored
Tap Water
Sunlight
Church Bells
Goals
Making Friends
Clearing His Name
Settling Down
Maintaining his Integrity
Finding Clothes that Fit Him
Fears
Lightning
Sunlight/Turning to Stone
Being Isolated
Losing Close Friends
Compromising his Morals
Motive
Klaus just rolled into town, conveniently right before the murders began. Nobody knows much about him, because nobody had much time to get to know him. Klaus doesn’t seem to hold any particular hatred for humans, but he’s not fond of them, either. More importantly, trolls are known for kidnapping and/or eating humans, and though Klaus claims to be well-adjusted to a more human way of living, these smaller trolls are also known for being tricky. And he clearly had a clan once. What could have happened to them? There’s a good enough chance that it had to do with humans. Could it be that he’s been travelling around, taking out humans on the way, either out of revenge or a trollish hunger for human flesh?
Affiliations
Klaus once had a clan, that much is known. A very small one that lived in a graveyard, and later took over a farm. He either left them, they kicked him out, or the rest of them are gone.
TBD
Other
Wilted Rose
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