* Given Name: Erik Van Buren
* Nicknames: Erik, E
* Gender: Male
- Age: 24
- Height: 5'10
- Weight: 220 lbs
- Hair Color/Style: Blond, short, combed back.
- Eye Color: Green
- Makeup: N/A
- Clothing: Prefers light clothing in dark colors. Typically wears a padded, genuine leather jacket, or biker armor, gloves, boots,
and a helmet
- Jewelry: N/A
* Race: Human
* Physical Abilities/Limitations: Though born with a sharp mind, he was, at least as a child, fairly frail; he does still have a weakened immune system because of a condition of his, although his strength, constitution, and even reflexes are marginally above the normal levels of a man of his age. This has come at the expense of lots of time training, which came at the expense of having friends or relationships of any sort.
Good at riding motorcycles, but can't drive a car (and this skill will only be applicable for as long as their's fuel and his bike stays in good shape). Knows how to maintain a motorcycle, but can't do more than the most modest of repairs. Knows how to handle himself in a fight. Well learned in many sciences.
He also knows how to cook; living alone, that's the only way he can really get his hands on a good meal. It is also how he pays the bills, working at a diner as a chef.
Personality; Born frail and with Diabetes, for which he must take insulin, Erik used to get pushed around a lot in school. This has, at its core, left him with a certain resentment towards many people, as he could only rarely ever get assistance in the matter, and an extreme prejudice towards people that throw their weight around (though ironically, he can, himself, become this very same type of person when confronted with a bully).
Between middle school and high school, he spent a lot of time bulking himself up. Plus, a major growth spurt put him into the same weight category as the people that used to push him around. While they were content to leave a child who could defend himself alone, Erik often times found himself stepping in and giving the bullies a thrashing when they were picking on weaker individuals. Consequently, Erik can be exceedingly protective over the weak and helpless, and even more so towards anyone he might actually befriend.
He got into motorcycles when he was 16, and his uncle, a biker, started teaching him how to ride. The motorcycle he currently rides, a cherry red Dyna Wideglide, was a gift for his eighteenth birthday from his uncle.
He is fiercely independent, most likely as a result of the fact that he's always been a lone wolf. He follows no ones rules but his own, because he finds the rules of others typically only exist to be exploited by those in power.
His medical condition has resulted in his interest in biology and medicine, and consequently, he knows quite a bit more than what he needs to know to take care of himself. He may step in, at times, and use this basic medical knowledge to help others, but typically, he refrains, not wanting to get involved.
If he had an alignment, it would be True Neutral, with leanings towards Chaotic and Good.
After the switch to the new world, Erik will develop a high amount of recklessness, as a result of the fact that his days will be heavily numbered, barring the discovery of some sort of magical cure.
Background; The son of an abusive drunkard of a man, and a woman who cared too much and too deeply for lies to ever try and improve her lot, their are few who would be surprised that Erik grew up to be a rather warped and bitter person. Even to this day, he bears physical scars acquired during his childhood, a time of innocence lost, dread, and horror. But, he does not spend much time recalling those days; he tells many people that he's partially amnesiac, as an excuse to never discuss his childhood. He focuses, instead, on the here and now, for he is also denied a future due to health complications. It is likely that his strong sense of justice and despising of bullies comes from the abuse he's dealt with; not only at the hands of the one whom was supposed to protect him, but from his peers as well.
He became an emancipated teen when he was 16, got himself set up in a cheap, run down apartment, and spent the rest of his high school years working part time and odd jobs around the town. He managed to do well, and also got to get closer to his uncle during this time; a man who would eventually help him, even if only indirectly, to become something a bit better than his old man. Whether it was giving some assistance at work (his uncle being a mechanic) for some cash under the table, or learning how to ride a motorcycle (and all the care-free trips they took on their bikes), he found something cathartic, and even learned, from some of his uncles biker buddies, how to just let go.
* Class: Fighter/Rogue
* Religion: Agnostic with Buddhist leanings
* Place of Birth: The Town
Inventory; Cell phone, seven inch folding stainless steel pocket knife, wallet with credit and debit card, cash and IDs, a medic alert bracelet, biking gear mentioned above, a four ounce hip flask (which he keeps filled with diet coke, given that his medical condition can be greatly compromised by alcohol), All Purpose First Aid Kit, 33 pc - Mini,
fuel reserve can (2 gallons, kept in his garage, but could be jury-rigged and mounted to the back of his bike)
* Weapons: seven inch folding stainless steel pocket knife, aluminum baseball bat.
* Misc; A PS2 and a bunch of games for it, horror movie dvd collection, large music cd collection (mostly rock, metal, grunge, and lots of Industrial and its subgenres), insulin pump, continuous glucose monitor, spare batteries for both, insulin pump supplies, several vials of insulin (enough to last him six weeks).