Name: Einar GrÃmsson
Nickname: Grim
Age: 16
Birthday: July 6, 1996
Species: Necromancer
Nationality: Icelandic
Gender: Male as they come, baby~
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye color: Steel blue
Hair color: Rusty red
Skin tone: Either a light tan or a darkish pale
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 195 lbs
Body build: Slender, lightly muscled
Talents: Playing the piano, tidying things up, and, admittedly, singing
Flaws/Disabilities: He's fantastically OCD to the point where he always wears gloves. Also, he gets sick very easily, and it annoys him how easy it is to get sick.
Class: Necromancy, Vocals, Orchestra, Medicinal and Magical Healing, and Track and Field
Secrets: The more he used his powers, the more his fingers turn a charred black. It takes Healing Water to return them to their normal color, but he rarely finds someone who can help with that.
Powers: Necromancy - Can raise the dead long enough to speak to them. Drawback: cannot raise the dead permanently without assistance
Snap-shift - With a snap of his fingers, he can shift any part of his person or of an inanimate object, such as clean a room
Likes: -Not being touched-
-Women and men-
-Playing the piano all by himself in an empty auditorium-
-Baking-
-Learning new music-
Dislikes: --Being touched without permission-
-People being near his gloves-
-Taking his gloves off-
-Things that aren't clean or organized-
-People touching his piano. You don't do that-
Fears: Having his gloves be taken away and be exposed to the world
Personality: Grim hates anything and everything about the color orange, first and foremost. Other than that, he's a generally nice guy who doesn't like talking to people. It's not that he's shy. He's only a little socially awkward. Since most of his childhood was hiding his powers from the world, he never had many friends, and is still rather lonely. Nowadays, everything is about his work and honing his powers. He's never had a girlfriend, so he's very shy around girls, and since he found out he likes men as well, he hasn't been able to date them either. Really, Grim is one big nervous mess.
Bio: He was born to a pair of really nice people in Reykjavik, Iceland. Growing up in the suburbs, he was really just a normal kid until he turned seven. On his seventh birthday, the appropriately named Grim looked up at a tree to see a young woman, hanging from a rope. She spoke to him, her sweet voice and gentle words bringing a smile to his face. His mother, seeing this, instantly took him inside and asked him who he was talking to. Grim smiled and told her that he was speaking to the nice woman hanging from the tree. Frightened, his mother called his father in, telling him what the boy had said. He only shook his head and told his wife the story behind his family, the necromancers.
Years later, Grim had been separated from the other children almost his entire life. Hearing of a school for gifted children like himself, the boy begged his parents to let him go. Seeing how the shy boy needed to be exposed to others like him, they consented and allowed him to go. Upon arriving, Grim was shocked to find that there was no one like him. There was a class, yes, but no one was a natural necromancer like he was. They were learning it as a trick of the trade, not a lifestyle. Grim reluctantly joined the class, finding comfort in only the fact that the teacher is at least a seasoned necromancer.
Family: His parents, an elder sister, a younger brother, but he hasn't seen them in a long time since he tends to distance himself from them.
