Post by Eiríkur Styrsson on Oct 28, 2013 1:35:54 GMT
その日人類は思い出したXXXヤツらに支配されていた恐怖をXXX鳥籠の中に囚われていた屈辱を On that day, mankind received a grim reminder... Eiríkur Styrsson Full Name:Eiríkur Bondevik Styrsson Age: 18 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Icelandic Rank: Military Police Cadet Birthday: June 17th Physical Appearance: White, hair and fair skin, Eiríkur tends to pop out in a crowd. Having Oculocutaneous Albinism, Eiríkur's hair is very light, though there are traces of a platinum blonde mixed in the white/silvery strands. He tends to bruise easily, due to this albinism. Sensitive skin doesn't allow for him to be out in the sun for too long, for risk of getting skin cancer. He does wear a hood to try to shade himself from intense sun. He likes to cover his hands as well with silk, white gloves. Eiríkur's eyes are probably the most curious thing about him. With this albinism, the lack of pigmentation made his eyes a light violet, and on certain days, they could contain a light, icy blue colour swirled in them. The intensity of the colour also varies, for some days, they could be light and soft, others, vibrant and strong. (Some even think the colour of his eyes reflect his current mood.) Because of the lack of pigmentation in his eyes, he is prone to bad eyesight. With his constantly getting ill, his eyesight has begin to suffer, and because of this, he wears glasses, though only sometimes. Distinguishing Features: White hair and light skin, he instantly pops out against the crowd. Eiríkur, when in a bad mood, is sure to snap at people, especially if they get on his nerves. In turn, his hotheadedness tends to get in the way of his right judgement at times. He is extremely proud, even if he feels his failures weighing him down, he wouldn't let anyone tell him he was a failure. Personality: Despite his immediate quietness and observations, Eiríkur likes to sit back and mediate most of the times when it comes to conversations. He will be the one to listen and offer input where needed. He hates being put right on the spot light, mostly because he would often times get flustered up to the point where he would stutter and blush, both attributes he hates about himself. If he would be asked to do public speaking, he would most likely turn down the offer due to his nerves. On some occasions, he would hate it when people said he was wrong, but often times, he would just accept it and try to move on in life. Though it may seem that on the outside Eiríkur is a bit cold-hearted and scary (probably one of the few similarities he has with his brother), Eiríkur is very much a sweetheart when it comes to certain subjects and people. Definitely, if he hates someone, he either wouldn't talk to them much less be nice to them. Definitely though, one thing he hates with a living passion is touch. Any kind of physical touch or showings of affection he would get uncomfortable in. He wouldn't even hold hands if that were an option. This all is because of his being left alone as a child. Because of this lack of trust, if one could get Eiríkur to trust them fully, they would have his full devotion. It is hard, however, to get him to be trustful. He believes in his mind that everyone would leave some point in his life, so he refuses to be dependent on people. Eiríkur does, however, try to cooperate in some way, shape, or form. Most of the times, he would just give up and do whatever was asked of him mostly because he doesn't want to cause too much problem and get the job done simply. Simplicity is they key word when it comes to this Icelander. He hates it when things become complicated, it not only irritates him, it makes him feel like he has to put more effort into something he would rather not do. The easiest route is usually the way he would go. With Eiríkur's cool look on the outside, he is usually easy to snap, this being because of his hotheadedness that runs through his blood. He could go from calm and collected one moment to a raging mess. It would usually be advised to watch what you say around him, for if it ticks him off, he wouldn't deny the fact that he would try to beat the person up. Eiríkur looks like he is weak, which he is physically because of illness, he is oddly a very strong person, something that not many would expect. Having been training most of his life to be just as suitable as his brother, he has conditioned himself so that he can do many jobs that would require strength. While Eiríkur is strong on the outside, he isn't very strong on the inside, mentally. He would outwardly show that he's fine, that he is confident and well, but sometimes, he isn't really that well. He can suffer from bouts of depression, but usually he wouldn't let himself fall too deep in that ocean of feelings. Thinking, something he tends to do throughout the day, usually has him thinking about why he is who he is, how he could be better, why things happened the day they did. Most of the time, though, he would end up thinking about his relationships. His brother, usually being at the top of his list on relationships, usually perplexed him to the point he would give up completely on thinking about it for a couple of moments and then end up going back to the same subject. Certain subjects can trigger emotions in the elusive Eiríkur. The topics of family is definitely something he would try to avoid. When he can't avoid it, he would usually end up thinking back on his childhood, something he doesn't do often, and refuse to speak. It's usually a hard subject on Eiríkur's part to talk about. He would talk about it, but only to people that would be very close to him then. Eiríkur's display of emotions is usually limited, but that's because he sometimes doesn't know how he should react to certain things at certain times, so he found that indifference was an easy way out of that one. Besides his indifference (which easily cracks, for he has yet to master the stoic mask like his brother), Eiríkur can be very shy about things. Shyness is usually his first reaction, then it would sometimes erupt into that hotheadedness that is so keen in his personality. Something that would easily set apart Eiríkur and Lukas is the fact it's a lot easier to get Eiríkur flustered. Definitely, inappropriate topics and subjects in conversation would make him turn beat red as he talks. He hates it when people point it out too, because then it makes him feel all kinds of awkward. He definitely doesn't like to stand out, which can't be helped because of who he is. Eiríkur does have a seemingly odd sense of humour. He would do things that would aesthetically please him, and most times, people wouldn't get it. Not many people would see him smile or laugh at something, for he would often times just hide it on the inside or leave the area until he was alone. He doesn't like laughing in front of others. It really isn't that hard to get Eiríkur to laugh, it's usually just how people go about it that get him mad after laughing. Definitely, ticking is way out of the question. Eiríkur does have a lonely mindset, so he doesn't like being in groups of more than 5 people much less large crowds of people. With his many fears and superstitions, he tends to freak out a bit and ends up leaving without contributing much. Eiríkur, if put into analogy, is very much like a quivering volcano waiting to erupt with one emotion or the next at any given moment. History: Born 5 years after his elder brother Lukas, Eiríkur was not seen in the same light as Lukas was when it came to their father. Of course, only having his elder brother and his mother to raise him up, he was a fairly happy child, though with a weak immune system, he was constantly bed ridden, even with the most simplest of illnesses. Having always seen his father and his elder brother together, he began to wonder why his father almost never spoke to him. It was a curious thing, for a young child to wonder this. With an inquisitive mind, he would ponder this, even at a young age. With his terrible immune system and altogether weaknesses, he still kept a positive attitude towards things. With his brother and his mother both raising him up, he had little to nothing to worry about. Almost all of Eiríkur's time was spent with his mother when Lukas was training with their father. He learned to be very calm, nurturing. He loved when his mother would tell him stories. They all fascinated him, especially those of animals that may have lived. His favourite, even up to this day, was that of the puffin bird. With only his imagination, he rendered up multiple images of this creature, only in hopes that he may be able to see it one day. Eiríkur, though being the son of the great Commander Lukas Christopher Bondevik, he knew he held a different path from that of his brother. He didn't carry the same burden as him, but he did feel the pressure, the constant weighing of the situation on Lukas's shoulders. It scared him at times, especially as they grew up, his brother began to smile less and less. He still tried to keep up the high spirits, even if they were quite unseen at times. When the illness swept through the wall and took his mother, Eiríkur was greatly devastated. Now without his mother, he almost always clung to Lukas, afraid to be alone. He developed separation anxiety. Still being a bit too young to go along with Lukas and their father the Commander to training sessions, he would be alone at home, stuck with a constant fear that they weren't going to come back to him. He, of course, hid this all from Lukas. His smiles began to grow more and more fake as time passed. When Eiríkur was of age, he began to go to training with Lukas, this thrilling him beyond belief. One thing that restricted him was that if the training would grow too intense for him, he would break out into a series of gasps and coughs, spams that still scared him. Of course, this was when the expectations to be like his brother began to set in. Without the physical strength to follow through like him, he was constantly pushing himself, earning serious illness after a couple weeks of this. His father, being the tough man he was, had begun to shun the younger child, mostly because he wasn't as strong as Lukas, he couldn't hold the same expectations as him. This was when Eiríkur began to resent his elder brother, mostly because his failures only earned him a tougher time with their father. The fights that went on between Lukas and Commander Bondevik were completely unknown to the young boy, as he would usually spend his alone time to try to gain the strength he was lacking. Eiríkur did know of his father's alcoholic tendencies, but he didn't know how bad it was, mostly because when things did get out of hand, Lukas would send him away, somewhere where he couldn't witness anything that would happen between the two. On the day Lukas left for the enlistment of training, that was when his training with his father began to grow even more intense, more so than that of when he was younger. Now being at the age of 7, he was left with one on one with his father often. With Lukas not there to protect him, he quickly began to grow up, quickly began to understand the world for what it truly was. No longer did he live a happy faerietale. Living with his father, he tried to be the perfect child, the obedient child, even to the point he tried to outdo Lukas. He hated the thought that he wasn't good enough for his father. His personality quickly hardened, his smile almost non-existent now as he was forced to grow up under strict rule. Illness constantly plagued the young boy, though he even worked through it. His confidence in himself grew more and more each day he was alone. He learned more of his father's alcoholic nature, of his violent side... He didn't show it often, but when it did, it usually ended up with the Icelander being sore and bruised the next day. 4 years, Eiríkur endured this, until the day of his brother's graduation from training. When he graduated, he expected him to be coming home, to be staying with him and no longer would he have to endure this constant torture alone. When his father returned home, he awaited the happy news, the good news that his brother was coming home. It was only met with rage as he was then declared to be Commander Bondevik's only son. With his quick thinking process, he quickly understood the situation, that Lukas didn't choose Military Police as their father had wanted. The reality of things made the Icelander develop more anxiety problems, especially when his father saw him in a new light, saw him as his successor now. He didn't like it. Being constantly compared to Lukas, being brought down for being weak, small, almost insignificant at times. With Lukas's choice, he began to believe his brother didn't care about him as he had thought. With the lack of communication between the two, Eiríkur ended up disliking his brother, mostly for the fact he had been alone for so long. When his brother came to say his farewells, he said little to nothing to him, simply wishing him good luck and not to die. Holding no light in his eyes, he became very dull as a person. With no friends or caring family, he spent his final year with his father, trying to live up to his expectations as Lukas's replacement. On the day he enlisted for training, he strived to show up his brother. He worked almost day and night, often times getting himself sick from it. He didn't let anyone know his weakness, however, as he kept working hard. The other trainees knew the history of his family, and of course, this held him at a high standard. He was expected to be just like Lukas. Unable to fulfill this, he felt like he let down the family name. Over the course of his time in the training corps, he learned new skills that he had never expected. He learned how to use his strength, which was quickly building with his constant pushing. He overcame weakness, using tactic and skill to gain the upper hand in combat. Even if he was a smaller person, he could pack a punch, as some have learned. His awkwardness with new people, however, had sent him into seclusion, and thus with the lack of friends, he couldn't adapt when it came to activities that required teamwork. Thinking ahead of things, he would always put himself 2-3 steps ahead of everyone else. With his father's death, he felt little to nothing about it. He heard of what had actually happened, and he would scoff at it. He knew his father would die of some stupid death, which he had. He did feel the emptiness of having no one left for him. Thinking he had to endure the world on his own, he shut out his brother and anyone that would want to get close. When Lukas had come to the funeral, he refused to make eye contact with him much less speak to him. He simply just willed him away, willed him out of his life. When he left, he became very ill, up to the point he was bedridden for a good week. This was when he began to have severe eyesight problems. He saw a doctor for it, but not much could be done about it. He was forced to get glasses, which he rarely wore. He simply deemed himself fine. He decided that if he could see, he could still go on. Graduating at rank 8, he saw much to be improved on. With no one there to coax him or even guide him, he was forced to think on his own. He quickly decided to go strait to the Military Police, (whether this was to smite his brother or not, no one's sure) mostly because the easier lifestyle would help his very slowly declining health. He still worked himself until sick, this being a habit he no longer had control over. He worked 2 years in the Military Police. His feeling of loneliness and immense failures still weighed him down, though he did strive forward. He still felt like he wasn't moving anywhere. Without the knowledge of what his father thought of him now, he was constantly dreading that he was still a let down, just a shadow behind his brother. Though, despite all the negative happenings in young Eiríkur's life, he felt more inclined to push forward and thought it all as an obstacle. He never once felt the need to mope about his past. Likes: -- Leaning Eiríkur always had a joy for learning, be it simple writing to the most complicated of maths. He worked hard in his studies, learning a good variety of languages in his time in between work. He would consider himself knowledgeable, but all of his skills and learning were from a book, not from actual life. His only regret was that he couldn't go out as a child to be in the city often. Some things are still a mystery to him now. -- Writing Poetry With learning, Eiríkur had a passion for writing. Having gone through many journals, he wrote his thoughts, poetry, anything that came to mind as a sort of venting. He didn't have much way to communicate his emotions, so the best way he found was to write them on paper. Though he enjoys this, he does think it's a very unmanly thing to do, so he hides away any current journals he was writing in. He refused to let anyone know that he wrote, even his elder brother. -- Silence and Thinking Having grown in a quiet environment, he quite enjoyed silence, especially since it allowed for him to concentrate on things that needed to get done. With time being on his hands, he enjoys to use it well, evently distrubute the time he had to certain tasks that needed to get done. He usually spent quiet time to think as he worked on tasks. He would usually reflect on things, how he could make them better, plans, anything of the sorts. He would constantly wander off during a task as his mind would end up going to different places. -- Puffins Even as a child, he had loved the Puffin bird. Without knowledge of what they really look like, his thoughts on them would constantly change, imagination working hard to try to come up with the perfect image of this avian species. He did know they looked nothing like the birds in which he saw here. His mother had said they were distinctly like a penguin, which he had seen once in a book. He would constantly base his image of the puffin with that of a penguin, but each time, he would shake his head and try coming up with a new one. He had been doing this since he was little, so by now, he had over a billion different ideas of what this bird may look like. -- Snow White, soft, and cool, Eiríkur would say snow was the most heavenly of things. He loved that he could blend in with the frozen water to the fact that he could almost blend in. If it wasn't for his clothing, he would have completely been camouflaged. He enjoys how relaxing it is at times and the coldness. It often times helps him to forget the true terrors that he is trying to live through and the problems he has going on in his life. Even if he shouldn't alk through the snow without bundling up, he does it anyways. Usually just going for strolls, this is when he would be most relaxed. -- Stories Stories were something that always made Eiríkur's mind work. As a child, the reading of stories would make him excited, think the impossible. Now, as he lives the life of an adult, all the stories (which he could retell word for word by now) have a certain meaning to him, all giving him hope and strength that he could keep going, that things were going to be alright. He believes the stories of the gods, Thor, Loki... All of them. Like a child, he refuses to believe that they are just fictional characters. Because they give him so much strength, he clings to the stories he had been told as a child, for they are his lifeline. Simply reciting them in his head would often times give him enough strength to push through whatever hardship he was going through. -- The Night Sky Fascinated with stars, the night sky is definitely a thing that Eiríkur loves the most. He sometimes wondered what it may seem like to be a star, to be free of the earthly desires. Because of his superstitious mind, he has many stories that ties in with the sky and because of this he loves it. With the very many stars to the different colours, he wishes he could go out and see the sky in other places too, but he knew that would probably be too much of a hassle. Dislikes: -- Alcohol Because of his father, Eiríkur very much hates the thought of drinking and alcohol. He doesn't ever want to turn into his father and the fear of that happening sends him to dislike almost all drugs. He does, however, tend to drink a little when very upset, which usually isn't that often. He's found that numbing the pain helps and he really hates that it does help. -- His Brother Because of how quickly he had left him and the lack of communication, he would say he doesn't like his brother all that much. Because he is his last bit of family, however, his feelings are mixed and he would jump from liking him to disliking him at times. He does wish that he was there for him, but he knew he wouldn't be. Guessing the love between them was a lost cause, he's very indifferent about how he feels towards him. He would rather treat him as a stranger than a brother. -- Being Ill/Physically Weak Being ill and physically weak definitely puts Eiríkur back on terms of things he can and cannot do. He never wanted to take the easy lifestyle and join the Military Police, but he knew that was the best choice on his part, considering if he did too much of one thing, he would regret it later on. Being weak makes him hate himself, since his biggest rolemodel, his brother, is so strong. He has gained more strength considerably over the years, but still not enough, he would think. -- Being Treated Like a Child This is definitely something that would piss Eiríkur off considerably. He hated being called a kid. The very thought of someone treating him any less than he is now would make him explode with anger. The reason as to why he dislikes this is because of how quickly he had to grow up. When he had hit the age of 12, he was probably more mature than many others, definitely understanding instantly that the world was a cruel place, that it was hard to live in. Having lived his life alone as often as he has, he had become very independent. He hates to depend on others, for he believes it's just a waste of time if he could just do it himself. -- People (Stupidity) A trait he quite inherits from his brother, Eiríkur dislikes people. He could tolerate them, but that is only up to a certain degree. Once they started to be idiotic or show signs of stupidity, he is just done. He would deem them to be not worth his time and usually leave. He has only met a few people that are indeed worth his time, but only a few. Because of his dislike of people, he doesn't have a lot of friends, much less acquaintances that he could confide in. Strengths: -- Determination Eiríkur, despite how hard he pushes himself, has a lot of determination. For something simple, he would go beyond the actual task asked and put into play what he believes would be best. Sometimes, this would be a bit too much and he'd have to back track. When he was younger, he wasn't as strong as he is now, and with much determination and action, he had managed to get stronger, get less and less sick as time went. He would deem himself stronger and healthier now compared to back the. With how off his stats are, his determination definitely evens it out. -- Obedience With who is father was, he was basically trained to be obedient. With a need to please others, he would sometimes do things that he would consider unethical, but would do it anyways. If it was to please someone he cared about, he would do it. This could be both a strength and a weakness, for if he does trust someone (which is extremely rare) he would end up doing almost anything they ask of him. -- Quick Reaction With a sharp mind, Eiríkur has a quick reaction time. If something was off, he would probably be the first to realize it and work on trying to figure out what it is and how to fix it. The only possible downside to this trait may be that he doesn't tell someone (or his team) if something is wrong. It usually depends on the severity to the problem. If it could be easily fixed, he'd usually just do it himself. -- Being Ahead of the Game Keen senses and sharp mind, Eiríkur manages to catch on steps to a process and often times thinks ahead. Being two or three steps ahead, he manages to quickly adapt to certain situations. His mind is always at work, so when he gets into any kind of dilemma, he can usually get himself out of it or turn the tables on who or whatever is being an obstacle. He doesn't like being stuck, so he often times comes up with multiple ways to do something. Weaknesses: -- Eiríkur tends to push himself too hard. Back when he was still training with his father, he tried to be a perfectionist, but it only ended up with him getting sick in the end. He would constantly do this, but he would hide his fatigue in order to keep others from worrying about him. He hates it when people fuss over him, treated him like a child. He likes to be considered an adult that can take care of himself. -- Ever since Eiríkur was a child, he had been plagued by illnesses and fatigue due to a weak immune system. He really hates being sickly, but sometimes, it can't be helped. He tries with all his might to get over sickness as fast as he could, and he usually does get better. With his being ill, he does tend to still be active even if he were to have a cold or mild fever. Also, because of the type of albinism he has, his eyesight is slowly beginning to fail him. He has glasses to help him see, but he dislikes wearing them because he thinks they often times just get in the way. With his slowly declining health, he could tell he would probably end up retiring early. -- With being unable to truly understand how to react towards a situation, he would sometimes end up underreacting towards something or even overreacting. He can't necessarily help it, but he can at times be a bit annoying when it comes to it. Definitely, the more he begins to interact with other people and different kinds of situations, his ability to read and understand a certain atmosphere would get better as time goes on. -- With the kind of person he is, he does tend to be alone quite often. He doesn't like the thought of having to depend on others or even being around others. Because of this, he is also very asexual and the thought of a romantic relationship makes him uneasy. He doesn't believe he is good enough to even have someone to love. -- With the lonely nature and dislike towards people in general, Eiríkur tends to bottle up emotions and problems. Believing he could just handle it all himself, he would often times overwhelm himself to the point where he would end up overflowing. When this does happen, he tries to run off on his own, to be alone so he could let all the bottled up emotions out. He hates crying in front of people. Fears: -- Letting Humanity Down With his weaknesses, he fears that if he were to be relied too heavily on, he would let someone down. The notion of being humanity's only hope really weighs heavily on his mind because he knows he's not strong enough mentally and physically to truly help humanity. This is the main reason why he joined Military Police, for the fact he is afraid of death and the very thought of dying a pitiful and worthless death. -- Dying of Illness With how his mother had died of an illness, he fears dying the same way. He doesn't want to die without doing something to impact a great amount of people. He hates the thought of dying early in life as well. Every time he gets sick, this very thought runs through his head and he ends up wanting to get better sooner. He believes that laying in bed may allow him to pass slowly, so he pushes himself to get up and walk around when sick, just to keep him going. He doesn't want to die young. -- Being Alone Ever since childhood, he has never been able to get over his separation anxiety. He hates being alone for too long. The very thought of having to fend for himself always did frighten him, but he opens his arms for it. It may seem very hypocritical that he doesn't like people and he likes being alone, he does tend to conflict about it. Even if he is alone, he tends to still be around other people, but at a farther distance. All he would know would be that he could see them and hear them. It gives him comfort and his anxiety then doesn't act up. Quirks: -- When nervous or uneasy, he tends to mess with his hair. Something Eiríkur really has a problem with is the messing of his hair. Already having a tousled effect, when he runs his fingers through the white locks and twirl it in between the indexes, he tends to make it more and more messy. A habit unbroken, it's easy to tell when he's nervous or uneasy because the first thing he would do is reach up and start to mess with his hair. -- He tends to have a few child like reactions. Eiríkur, at times, will act more child-like than he would like. With the lack of knowing how to deal with certain situations, he would often times resort to puffing of his cheeks, crossing his arms and pouting, replying back in a mocking way, or anything else that he would seem fit. He would say he was not being a kid, but he does know it is very kid like. With being unable to figure out what better to do, he'd prefer to just stick with what he knows. He hates it when people criticize him or try to offer him 'help'. It only makes him more mad. Skill Set: (On a Scale of 1 to 10: 10 being the highest) Physical Strength: 6/10 Intelligence: 10/10 Teamwork: 2/10 Confidence: 6/10 Agility: 8/10 Roleplay Sample: The night the illness came was definitely something that was not expected. It all started out with a little cough... As young Eiríkur giggled softly as his mother went to tuck him in for the night, the first thing he had noticed was her slight cough. Of course, being the young child he was, he worried about his caretaker. As he cuddled into the blankets of which his mother tucked him in, he looked up at her with bright, icy blue eyes. "Móðir?" he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. The first thing he had begun to believe was that his cold, the one that he had a couple days ago, had passed onto her. "Are you gonna be sick like me?" Lynnea shook her head, eyes soft as she sat on the side of the bed, running a few fingers through her son's snow white hair. "Nei, I'll be fine. Móðir doesn't get sick, she's super strong, just like Odin." she told him, moving down to kiss him on the forehead. Smiling lightly, the little Icelander giggled in content, nodding. "Okay! Mamma is super strong, like like..." he paused to think. "Like Capan Levi!" he spoke excitedly, the thought of his mother being like one of the strongest men out there exciting him. Lynnea laughed softly at him, suppressing a cough so she wouldn't have to worry him more. He was already so worried about his own health, she didn't want him to worry about her own. "You're right. Now get to bed, we could go out tomorrow since you've been such a good boy, alright?" she said, standing up and patting her dress down. Nodding, Eiríkur yawned, closing his eyes and getting to sleep in the matter of minutes. The next morning, however, was when things didn't seem at all real anymore... As Eiríkur got up that morning, he expected to see his mother making breakfast, his older brother to be sitting at the table talking with her as well... They weren't there. Rubbing at his eyes, he walked towards his mother's room, where he had heard soft crying. It was weird, why would someone be crying? It was such a beautiful morning to be crying. What he saw was something he didn't quite expect. His mother was laying in bed, very still... So still, it was sickening. Lukas was sobbing, leaning over the still woman as he held her hand. Eiríkur was confused to the actions, walking over and standing beside his brother, looking at the still and calm face of the woman he called his mother. "Mamma...?" he asked, reaching out with both hands to try moving her. She felt so cold... The very thought of death resting on his mother scared the child. These memories were quickly locked out of Eiríkur's mind as he laid in bed, panting hard. He didn't remember much after he had attempted to wake his mother over and over again... Only to be stopped by his father walking in, placing a hand on both his and Lukas's shoulders only to lead them out of the room. The beautiful morning turned into one of sorrow and death... Why these memories were to be the ones to come to him as he laid in bed, the young Eiríkur couldn't understand. He was so tired... But in his mind, all he knew was that he had to keep going... He had to get up and keep going, that was the only thing that would keep him alive. Laying around being ill wasn't going to help. Coughing lightly, he lifted his aching body up from the comfortable sheets. His brother was coming to visit, that's all that really stuck in his brain. Oh, how he missed his brother... How he wanted to have him be there beside him now. In a cold sweat, he slowly went to stand, stumbling a bit due to his fatigue. He had to go wait for his brother anyways, someone had to do it... Papa definitely wouldn't do it, so he would have to. Standing by the window, he looked out tiredly, his face a bright red as he tried to guess which person would be his stóri bróðir. He nodded off every once in a while, but forced himself to remain awake. He had to stay awake no matter what. After quite a bit of waiting, he saw him, walking towards the house and opening the door. He had noticed him and waved a bit, and of course Eiríkur waved back, a light smile forming on his face in his sickened state. Pushed away from the window, he went to help with the opening of the door, excitement coming over him. His brother was home, but little did he know that this would be the last time he would ever see him for a long time... The end results to his visit would surely break his heart. (( I apologize for this, it could be so much better, but I've got a terrible writers block. 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