Lars Bergstrom
Character Bio
Name
Lars Bergström
Player
Aysande
Vampire, Doll or Were-creature
Vampire
Age
Well over 2000, but has no idea exactly.
Claimed
None
Orientation
Demisexual, hetero-romantic
Hair
Dark blond
Eyes
Clear blue
Height
Around 6'2"
Appearance
Tall, lean and muscular, Lars looks exactly the same from when he was turned so many years ago, not a year older. Master at blending in, he dresses fashionably in accordance with the current fashion, though he does have rather high standards so it's very rare that his clothes will be torn and he will never be caught with his pants so low they show panties.
Model: Johann Urb
Personality
Calm, not easily moved by people or events. He is not jaded, not really, but he had seen and lived through the shaping of the world as we know it today. He knows it well and also knows that everything comes to pass sooner or later. He likes people though and to talk with them, share their experiences. Lars goes through phases when it comes to relationships. He's been with men, but more often with women, he's had pleasure for the sake of pleasure, but other times to show love. Right now, though, his interest is set far more on women but he has no interest in short-lived affairs or one-night stands. He would need a deeper emotional connection. He loves the sea and its mood swings, he usually feels more at home when on his yacht than on coven grounds.
Ability
- Telepathy: Ability read thoughts, emotions and images in someone else's mind, but also to transmit it with uncanny accuracy. He can even lead people to think that they are their own thoughts.
- Mind bending: Similar to persuasion or compulsion, Lars has the ability to implant things in mind of other people, such as an unwavering loyalty.
Ons & Offs
[1] Ons & Offs
History
Born during the iron age, Last spent most of his years toiling on the hard soil of what is known today as as the north of Norway. With a head full of the stories told to him by his grandpa, the young man travelled south to warmer climate. He was lucky enough to be taken as apprentice to a smith who had no son, but a beautiful daughter with whom he quickly fell in love and proposed. His proposal was granted by her father, but she was in no mind to marry her father’s apprentice.
Lars quickly understood that her heart was taken, and when he sought the culprit, he met his death at the hand of the vampire who turned him out of spite. Lars fled and worked in the smaller villages as a smith, living a gypsy-like life and never staying somewhere for long. If asked, he wouldn’t recall much of what had happened to him during that specific period of his life. It was a series of villages and people, mending pots and pans, axes and other tools by day, in the shade of the forge and travelling by night to the next village. He stayed in the Nordic territories; Norway, Sweden, Finland, going back and forth between them but he always considered Norway to be his home.
He travelled like this until the early 8th century, meeting very few of his own kind that survived the superstitious people. Already a few centuries old, it is often his gift of telepathy that kept him alive and out of trouble as he could see it coming and disappear before the trouble reached him. He became a traveller of the sea, a Viking. He gets annoyed at how this favorite part of his life has been romanced and morphed to fit some people’s strange idea. The horned helmets, or the use of skulls. Sure, they did some trade, some pillaging and all that jazz, but they weren’t as barbaric as some would like to think.
Three centuries passed and Lars went from ship to ship so that his lack of aging would not be noticed so easily. He fed on rats, or on the laziest of the crew, the one person no one would really miss. He saw much of the sea and he felt at home there. Eager to be exploring new territories, fishing and sometimes putting his knowledge of metal to work, he proved to be a very good and useful member of a ship’s crew. He went as far as Newfoundland though he wasn’t aware it was so far away from home at the time. The ship almost didn’t make it back home either.
Lars came back to find Norway going through a very chaotic period. Priests were baptizing, the population seemed to bloom faster and the need for his skilled hands became dire, so he remained on land to make a few quick coins. His knowledge of bonze, iron and steel made him a prized smith, but Lars quickly understood that there was more to it for the owners of the mines. It was crazy, and it was pure luck too, when he started to look for a mine to claim his own. With all of his money, he took a risk and invested on a piece of land that had what was thought to be a small coal mine.
Coal wasn’t a big thing yet, but when it came to be, Lars saw his investment bloom and the mine turned out to be a lot bigger than anticipated. He made a lot of money, back then and all through the era where coal was the prime source of fuel. He had never had so much money in his life. He was more than a thousand years old by then and he had a good grip of both of his abilities. It didn’t take long for him to take advantages of deals and people. He became a rich man, though he didn’t care for political people. Something happened and he lost control. Driven by anger, he did not control his strength when he back-handed an obnoxious merchant during a deal. The mind-bending skill ensured that he would not talk about it more than necessary, but Lars felt the need to go to the sea again.
Lucky for him, with a small donation to finance expedition, he could cross on a ship to the New World. The English were still nervous about crossing, but he was confident. He knew it had been done before and he was right. The ship crossed, thought it did not land where Lars expected it to. By this time, he was old enough that he needed feeding only once during the crossing and no need to bleed the man dry. With the use of his power, he prevented the knowledge of his nature to spread. He could also be on deck all day and not feel the typical itch of the sun. Blending in had become so much easier.
His mining knowledge, as well as the way to work the metal got his more jobs, more money. He married a proper English girl who knew about his nature but never told anyone of her own free will. She helped him with his English to the point where only a faint accent remained. She died of old age, with him passing for a caring son, rather than a husband. It was one of the four times he married, but the only one where he did not end up killing the wife to move on to a new identity.
He almost lost everything he had to a civil war. That’s when he decided to return to sea, bringing all of his small fortune with him back to Norway. He travelled throughout Europe as the countries shaped themselves into what they were today through war, civil unrest and fall of monarchy in some places. He was always fascinated by the human nature, but kept himself well out of trouble, out of war zones. He saw the weapons change from stones, burning oil and swords to musket, to machine guns, to bomb, always finding more creative ways – and more dangerous ways for him too – to kill by numbers.
In the end, though, the calling of the sea always was the strongest. Battles never raged in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, or at least no man-made battle. He found himself more than once on a rescue boat after his last yacht capsized during a hurricane. As the years passed, the boat he owned became bigger and bigger and more comfortable too. His mining interest dwindled as coal built a bad rep, but he still had metal mines that worked just fine. He also invested money in other ventures and so far it managed to keep his life at sea good, though he did need to land from time to time to take a drink.
He sought new interests to invest his money into and something in particular caught his attention. He followed a couple of vampires, curious of where they would hang out, and found the Immortal to be a very interesting place with quite a few of his kind. He was granted entrance to the VIP room through his mind bending ability and discovered how his kind had thrived through the recent years. He was fascinated and after a bit of poking around, he was told who was manager and who the owners were. Of course, the names were familiar to him. They had roamed Europe together for a few years and he new how to contact them.
Going through the regular channels, however, did not yield the results that he had hoped for. Sethos was looking to die. The loss of his Zasa, partner of forever having met her end at the hands of a skilled hunter, was simply too much to bear for him. He offered Lars a deal, and a pretty sweet one. Killing a vampire so old was hard and Sethos simply could not overcome his sadness in the loss of his wife. Lars was older, stronger and could do the deed without much of a moral issue and so he did. Sethos updated his will, gave a copy to a lawyer and one to Lars and a week later, Sethos was pronounced dead. The will gave the control of Immortal Inc. to Lars, but he had to keep the staff that was already there, which he was completely fine with.
He sent a letter to the managers in early august that Sethos was dead, that in his will, he gave the control of the club and the coven to Lars, but that nothing would change as long as the finances were sound and he did not end up having to pay anything from his pockets. He climbed onto his most recent yacht and sailed down to California, which took some time, considering he had to go from Atlantic to pacific, but he was in a familiar territory, with his only faithful love; the sea.
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