Name/Nicknames: Torsten Strikksen
Gender: male
Rank/Position: apprn medic/candidate
Age: 19
Birthplace: Scandinavia, Earth
Physical Description: Blonde haired, blue-eyed, pale
skinned and a big guy overall � what can you say, he�s
Scandinavian. About 6�5�, solidly built, and looking
much older than his real age thanks to it. Large but
gentle hands decently suited to his profession.
Personality: A jolly old giant, really. Torsten is
glad as anything to be back in the South, having not
really wanted to go North to begin with. Very loyal to
family and friends, it eats at him that he had to
leave his father behind but he knows his brother would
have died if he had not done so.
Background: Torsten came to Pern with his family at
age 8, and grew into one of the colony�s many strong
lads. He always knew he wanted to be a medic,
especially after Thread killed and hurt so many
people, his brother included. One of the first few
falls caught Ulric outside and while he ran, Thread
struck his back � not killing him, as his firelizards
helped him and Torsten eventually was able to bring
him inside, but eating through his spine and leaving
him paralyzed from about the waist down. Ulric was
devastated, as was the family, and it pushed the
Strikksens into moving North.
Torsten had little choice but to go
with his family (he�s very loyal) when they went
North. His mother died from sickness, his brother was
close to death, and his father was blinded by loyalty
to Malloren Morgan. So Torsten took his brother with
him when the chance came and left on the boat back
South, hating to leave his father, but knowing his
brother would die otherwise. At New Landing he is
studying more about becoming a medic, and in a new
effort to save people, enlisted as a candidate.
Family/Friends:
Sven Strikksen, father, 49, guard at Cave Hold
Hanne Strikksen, mother, deceased at 48 in North
Ulric Strikksen, brother, 24, teacher/musician at New Landing
Hobbies & Skills: Studying medicine, he has a good
mind and is intelligent, though people might mistake
him for a �big dumb oaf.� Very loyal, and with a good
gentle bedside manner.
If your persona were a song, the title: �Like a Rock�
Pets: once had a green menta named Ursa, but she left
while he was in the North.