(updated from my post thing on dA. 'Cause I could. And I'm having trouble making my characters not sound too damn stereotypical. Though I'm seeing a pattern in Jenki's answers. About how everything in Norway is frozen.)

.:Rules:.
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most
2. Make them answer the following questions
3. Then tag three people.

Characters: Jenki Follesdal, Dunraz Thorulfssen, Olaf Leifson, Calhoun O'Connell, Derek Volkov

1) How Old Are You?
Jenki: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .
Dunraz: Fifty-one. Pretty young, still.
Olaf: Twenty.
Calhoun: Twenty-nine.
Derek: Yeah, I'm twenty-eight.


2) Height?

Jenki: 6'5" or thereabouts. . .
Dunraz: Around 6'10".
Olaf: 6'2"-ish.
Calhoun: . . .5'8".
Derek: Like, 5'10", I guess.

3) You Got Any Bad Habits??

Jenki: Not really.
Dunraz: I still try talking to birds a lot. Trust me: seagulls can't hold good conversation.
Olaf: Well, admittedly, I am rather pessimistic.
Calhoun: -shrug-
Derek: I don't think so.

4) You a virgin?

Jenki: Of course not.
Dunraz: I've had my fun. . .-adopts dreamy look-
Olaf: Er, no.
Calhoun: Fuck no.
Derek: Not to my knowledge.


5) Who's your Mate/Spouse?

Jenki: I don't have a life-long mate. Seeing as they will always die before me, it's kind of pointless.
Dunraz: Well, I once. . .Yeah. . .But that was a long time ago.
Olaf: I have a fiancee back home named Helga.
Calhoun: Nobody right now.
Derek: Yeah, same, no one.

6) Have Any Kids?

Jenki: Probably, somewhere. All most likely growing up to become black metal vocalists or something. Maybe they've sprouted wings and everything by now. Huh.
Dunraz: Not that I know of. I hope I don't have kids, anyway. Too much trouble.
Olaf: No, not yet.
Calhoun: Somehow I doubt it.
Derek: Er. Yeah, same here.

7)Favourite Food?

Jenki: Ah, fish. Almost any kind of fish. In America, for example, you have grouper. . .and cod. . .and tuna in little cans without the bones in it.
Dunraz: Venison. I suppose.
Olaf: Er, I never really thought about it.
Calhoun: To be honest with you, I kind of dig McDonalds.
Derek: -prods Calhoun's stomach- Salads are good with me. With caesar dressing.
Calhoun: -slaps Derek's hand- Don't. Fucking. Touch me.


8) Favourite Ice Cream flavour?

Jenki: In Norway, there is no such thing as ice cream. All cream is frozen.
Dunraz: What, now?
Olaf: I don't eat whatever that is.
Calhoun: I don't eat sweets much, unless I'm feeling really down.
Derek: Strawberry. Of course, all this may stem for a love of all things pink.

9) Killed anyone?

Jenki: Of course! You know the Inquisition? Yeah, I don't like to brag that much, but I was there. Settin' your churches on fire, causing mischief in general. . .
Dunraz: Naturally.
Olaf: Well, it's sort of my job. And that first fellow - he gouged my eye out! The man deserved it.
Calhoun: That's sort of, you know, illegal where I come from.
Derek: Yeah, no, that's not exactly my forte.

10) Hate anyone?

Jenki: Well, yes.
Dunraz: Not particularly. Unless they do something to make me hate them.
Olaf: Some people deserve to be hated. However, most people do not. (Nice logic, there.)
Calhoun: Yes. -raises eyebrow (or lack thereof?) toward Derek-
Derek: Oh, get over yourself.

11) Any Secrets?

Jenki: Not really. I'm a rather open person.
Dunraz: Yes, a few.
Olaf: No, there's no need for secrets.
Calhoun: Of course. God, as if I would tell anyone, though. There's a reason they're called 'secrets'.
Derek: Same here. . .

12) Love Anyone?

Jenki: Well, not really. I once thought I did but he turned on me and I realized I didn't have any genuine feelings toward him in the first place.
Dunraz: No. I love Olaf as a friend, but in a romantic sense I do not love anyone.
Olaf: Well, I love my fiancee. And, er, Dunraz, I love you, too. Never thought I would have to say that.
Calhoun: Ugh. . .It's hard to explain. I want to love someone, but I can't make myself.
Derek: Not really. Sorry to burst your bubble, Calhoun.
Calhoun: -rolls eyes-

13) TACOS?

All: Dude, wtf.

14) Ever slept in All day?

Jenki: Yes, of course.
Dunraz: Well, maybe once. . .Just once. Hangovers. . .Too much mead, you know how that goes.
Olaf: No, I've always had too much work to do around home.
Calhoun: A few times. . .I guess. I mean, yeah.
Derek: Duh. Haha, what did you think?

15) Eye colors?

Jenki: Like a glacier in dimming sunlight - a very pale color, that reminds you of a cold winter day.
Dunraz: In other words, blue. Mine are, as well.
Olaf: Brown.
Calhoun: Greenish-grey.
Derek: Brown.

16) Hair?

Jenki: It's brown, and wavy, and sort of fluffy.
Dunraz: White-blonde, and it looks like someone might've bred straight and wavy hair.
Olaf: It's black. I was cursed with dark hair and eyes.
Calhoun: Auburn, I guess, leaning towards red, pin-straight. If you must know.
Derek: It's hot pink and wavy, just the way I like it.

17) Fat/Average/Slim?

Jenki: Er, well, I'm rather muscular, if anything, though in some places I'm sort of squishy. . .
Dunraz: Slim, I suppose.
Olaf: Muscular, as well.
Calhoun: I don't know, nor do I care.
Derek: You're skinny, Calhoun, stick-thin. I, on the other hand, am just slim.

18) Rain, sunshine?

Jenki: I prefer rain, myself. In Norway, there's no such thing as rain, though. It's just frozen rain. Snow.
Dunraz: Give me sunshine any day and I'll be happy.
Olaf: Sunshine, of course. Especially when I'm out at sea.
Calhoun: I don't know, the rain sort of cheers me up on bad days.
Derek: Sunshine, please!

19) Pool, Beach?

Jenki: There are no beaches in Norway. The water's all frozen, like ice.
Dunraz: There are so beaches. They're just cold, is all. I prefer being on land to anything else - after all, I am a nature spirit, and what can be found in the ocean?
Olaf: The beach - what is a pool, again, in the sense you're using it? And yes, there are beaches in Norway. And, Dunraz, everything of great interest happens at sea.
Dunraz: /Everything?/
Calhoun: Neither. I don't go anywhere that requires me to show too much skin. You wouldn't want to see it anyway.
Derek: -mutters- That's for sure. I prefer the pool, myself.

20) Camping, staying home?

Jenki: Home, please. As much as I like flowers, I don't like the wilderness.
Dunraz: Camping, in a sense, is all I ever do. But then the place I camp is also my home.
Olaf: I prefer staying home, but I have a mission to accomplish.
Calhoun: Staying home.
Derek: I like both, really.

21) Dog, Cat?

Jenki: Cats, for sure! I have a white cat, too, who's nameless. I've been meaning to name it(?) for a long time, but. . .well, it's called Fluffycat. -bloosh-
Dunraz: I prefer birds to everything else.
Olaf: Dogs. Hounds are the most loyal of creatures.
Calhoun: I'm allergic to both. Prefer dogs, though.
Derek: I'm more of a cat person.

22) Believe in aliens?

Jenki: No, not really.
Dunraz: Er, what?
Olaf: What in the name of Hanged-tyr are you talking about?
Calhoun: Uh, no.
Derek: It's possibly. Definitely possible.

23) What do you do to relax?

Jenki: I sit and read a good book in some sort of warm lodge.
Dunraz: I speak with tree and water nymphs. They offer very good advice.
Olaf: I sleep, of course. A dream is the best place of refuge.
Calhon: I listen to loud, preferably angry, music.
Derek: I just calm down on my own.

24) Car or Ship..?

Jenki: Well, cars do odd things to a person's ears.
Dunraz: Ship, of course! What is a car in the first place?
Olaf: I'd have to say my own ship.
Calhoun: Car, of course. Who uses ships these days?
Derek: Car - what'd you think?

25) What is your job?

Jenki: Oh, I don't really have one. I provide for myself or convince people to give me money or an easy job that pays well.
Dunraz: I do not have one.
Olaf: Well, I am a seafaring man now. . .
Calhoun: I do whatever odd jobs pop up in the area.
Derek: Ugh, I've been jobless for quite some time now. I'm thinking about actually letting Tony stay here a while if he can help me with the rent.

26) Any Unusual Things about you?

Jenki: You'd have to be a complete imbecile not to notice.
Dunraz: Yes, many, compared to humans. But to other Jotnar I'm fairly normal. I'm just half-jotun, is the only thing that makes me different. (That must have been a strange experience for Dunraz's mother.)
Olaf: Not particularly.
Calhoun: No eyebrows. Just look at me for a second, would you.
Derek: Haha. Just my hair. I'm a pretty normal guy aside from that.

27) Boy or girl?

Jenki: Male.
Dunraz: I'm male, as well.
Olaf: Same here.
Calhoun: . . .
Derek: Jeez. Talk about sausage fest.

28) Favourite Place?

Jenki: By a fireplace in the winter-time with a mug of cocoa and a copy of Faust.
Dunraz: In my little cottage in the woods. . .
Olaf: In the open sea, though I do get homesick sometimes.
Calhoun: In bed. . .
Derek: Oh, god, same here. I'm tired.


I tagged. . .ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. HA.

This was weird. Like, really weird, but no worse than my usual meditations. I'm still on the fence about whether I believe in the astral plane or not. It's a fine line. . .
Anyway, I was trying to meditate, but didn't think I'd get very far because of all the noise in the background (it was midday). So you can imagine that I was sort of shocked when I felt like there was someone close to me. You know, like close-close. Like, within a couple of feet close. And it felt as though they were tugging on my arms - well, not exactly felt, but more like I was aware of the feeling. So then I was in a sort of third-person perspective looking at myself and this stranger, and it was pulling me out of what looked like a liquid wall. Back in first-person, I pondered whether this being was male or female - at first I had taken it for female, but then noted masculine characteristics. Let me start off with a physical description: he (I don't know, I'll call it that) had hair that was red - not ginger-red, but actual red - and fair skin (or at least it looked fair in comparison to the fellow's hair) and eyes of a nondescript color. I found that somehow I did not feel timid at all around this creature who seemed to barely retain its form. He seemed to be a manifestation of all the things I had ever wanted or wanted to be.
We were in my white hall. I don't remember the exact words spoken, but he told me that if I would go outside and see that rainbow that I could explore my past lives, color by color, flavor by flavor. All in all, he was not mean, but he was not nice (though a bit mischievous in character). And so I let him lead me out there, hand-in-hand, and back in my own body, I could feel my hand moving to accomodate someone else's, and I'd never been so aware of the mechanics of my own hand in my life. So, as I was saying, we went outside, and all looked perfect and beautiful and all that rot, and there was a rainbow set suspiciously close to the ground. An oak tree that was almost black - from what I do not know - was at the far right of my vision, and the red-haired fellow said that if I climbed up there, I'd be able to reach the rainbow.
And once I got up there the thing was more reminiscent of a bridge than a rainbow (for which I have Norse mythology to thank), but it still looked liquid and bright, so I sort of dived in, and here is what I saw:

In Red, I was in a dark room with only one window, and I could see searchlights. Outside, dozens of pale-faced soldiers marched in formation.
In Orange, there was a woman sitting on the floor of a kitchen or some other tiled-place staring up at me. A man helped her up. All I really remember besides that is the fact that I had green eyes(?).
I didn't get any farther. For some reason, I was frightened, though not by anything in particular.
-shruuuuuuuuuuuug-