Baldur - Iceland [Updated]

[japan]

Name: Baldur Wodenson
Country of Origin: Iceland
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 136lbs

Appearance:

Crew member of: Metall Podsolnuh.
Status: Doctor
Pet: Puffin
Crest:

Personality: I am very much like my home. Seemingly cold due to the name. Blank and usually hidden away from what the world really sees me as. So on the surface I am just that blank. But for those who know me, I am fierce and do have a short temper. I am also over protective of things that I hold dear.

History:
I have, always been alone for as far back as I could remember. Which sadly isn't that far, I awoke one morning to find out that whatever family I knew. I no longer knew their faces or names. I could barely remember my name, my occupation, or where I lived until I stepped outside and took a deep breath of Icelandic air.
I am Baldur Wodenson. I live on Iceland and I am very good with my hands. I have helped many injured and I tend to invent when alone. I had dozens of little trinkets around my house. Some where finished others barely even started. And when I continued to look around I notice that not only do Icelandic pride flow through me but another flag hung around as well. The land of Norway, the place of my ancestors from so long ago.
When I look upon this flag I always see a flash of someone with golden hair, so golden it could be almost white sometimes. Every time I see the image I can't help but feel a deep connection like family tug at my heart.
Because, this could be the family I had let slip away with those forgotten memories.
Now, I look upon the coast and shores, next to the great lighthouse that shows these vessels the way wondering if this person is upon one of these ships, and if I get on one instead of waiting. Would I ever meet them?
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Captain Jack Sparrow

[awesomeprussian]

Maaa, you might wanna shrink that sig down a bit... D:

Still, approved~ Iceland is adorable in that picture.

[japan]

It is a bit big isn't it...
-does so-
and yeah Iceland is adorable!

[japan]

The Death of Island.

A single set of footprints imprinted the ashen ground as snow began to fall. The harsh wind quickly swept them away, making sure that nothing remained for anyone to find. Iceland continued his trek away from his capital, Reyjavik, which was now a tomb for his citizens since Eyjafjallajokull erupted. The eruption happened so fast and violently that it shook the world and the people of Iceland, all of Iceland, had no warning. People outside either suffocated from the ash or their lungs burned from the intense heat. The ones inside either died from heat or starvation they had the longest death and it made Iceland wish for death. Now, he was the only one left and he was going to lie where the first footsteps of the Vikings had left when they stepped upon his land. At least that was his idea, or what was going through his mind as he got closer the cliffs edge.

The nations clothes where burnt and tattered. His once white hair was now gray with ash. His arms where close to his chest as he held his partner, his friend for all of his life. A small puffin that had a bowtie around its neck looked up at him with tired eyes before yawning, and stretching its wings. The usual emotionless expression on the country turned into a smile. The puffin was healthy, somehow and Iceland wasn’t going to allow it to stay here in this wasteland. As he stopped he looked up at blue skies, the snowstorm had passed more to the east. It was a wonderful sight, the sky, so vast and full of opportunities.

“Look up there Puff, it’s so blue.” Iceland said his voice dry and cracking since his land was parched from all its water. Even the waterfall was down to a trickle. “It’s a perfect day for you to fly…”

The small puffin looked at him before looking at the sky. It was more vibrant then the fading nation’s eyes, a dull lavender that still held a spark to give the small bird hope.

“I’ve got a letter for Norway, can you deliver it to him for me?” Iceland asked the bird as he showed a small scroll to it. It was probably big enough to fit a sentence or two on it. Still the puffin held out his leg and Iceland took off the remains of his ribbon to tie it around the small animal’s leg. “Thank you.”

Iceland cupped the bird in his hands and looked up at the sky once more. He took a deep breath and threw his arms upwards, releasing the puffin into the sky. It circled above him a few times before giving a small call before flying off to Norway.

“Good bye, my friend.” Iceland said watching the Puffin fly until it disappeared. The Nordic nation sat down before he finally lay down. His lavender eyes watching the sky above him as the last of his breath left him. His final thoughts were of Norway and his Puffin, reading the note and grieving the loss of the youngest Scandinavian, as he died from fire and ice. The same elements, that had made the world.