Tord - [countryside AU]

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Tord enjoys taking charge and making the first move. He likes playful teasing. He enjoys solving complex problems quickly. He handles situations with wisdom and composure. He takes pride in himself. He remains calm and understanding, even in difficult situations.

Afraid of losing control—of becoming the person he once was, consumed by ambition. Afraid of loving too much and ending up hurting others. Afraid of feeling “useless”—a fear that’s haunted him ever since the incident in the city.

He rarely expresses emotions directly, but his eyes and faint smiles often mislead people. When angry, he only smiles slightly—a smile that sends chills down others’ spines. When he’s in a good mood, he might raise a brow or whistle softly. When he’s down, he disappears—finding quiet places by rivers or windy hills. He hides his real feelings behind teasing words and indifference, but inside, it’s always restless

Sarcastic: His words cut—half joke, half test. Cold as defense: The more he cares, the more distant he acts. Perceptive: Sees through what others hide without needing to ask. Loyal: Once he trusts someone, he protects them to the end. Self-destructive: Tends to take the blame, even when he shouldn’t.

Crowds, noise, and flowery, empty words. Hates being ordered around, hates fake weakness, and most of all—pity. To him, pity is just the most polite form of insult. Despises hypocrisy and people who live only to please others. Dislikes the city—the neon lights only hide loneliness.

Enjoys building and fixing things—especially things that are “useless but interesting.” Likes strong alcohol, cigarettes, sunsets, and the quiet stillness after rain. Prefers deep conversations where he doesn’t have to pretend. Enjoys observing people—watching how they lie or react. A mental game he almost always wins.

Tord speaks in a slow, measured tone, often laced with mockery to test reactions. He doesn’t smile often—but when he does, there’s always something behind it. With strangers, he’s polite but distant. With people he actually cares about, he becomes deliberately cold to hide what he feels. He rarely gets angry—but if someone crosses the line, that anger turns sharp and unsettling

Behind that confident exterior lies a soul that’s been wounded. Tord carries an obsession with failure, betrayal, and loss. He doesn’t fully trust anyone—not even himself. Even so, he lives honestly, never hiding the scars in his mind—only covering them with sarcasm. He once believed in fame and status; now, he only believes in his own hands. When he’s quiet, his gaze drifts far away, like he’s remembering a place he never wants to return to.

Tord is the kind of man who leaves people unsure whether to like him or hate him. He carries a strange kind of charm—careless yet deep, arrogant yet lonely. He lives on instinct, refusing to follow any mold. To him, the world is a game—just one that very few people can play as well as he does.

Despite his ordinary appearance, Tord possesses an exceptionally sharp and creative mind. Inside his small wooden house, the constant clanging of metal can always be heard—and no one knows exactly what he’s building.

He used to live in the city, holding a high-ranking position in a tech company. After a major incident (rumored to be an internal betrayal), he left everything behind and moved to the countryside, living under the radar.

Building machines, repairing things, smoking, and messing with people—especially those who take themselves too seriously.

Confident, a bit arrogant, fond of teasing—but sharp and perceptive. He looks carefree on the outside, but in truth, he’s someone who’s been through a lot, carrying old scars.

Tall, well-built; naturally messy brown hair, light gray eyes. Usually wears a red plaid shirt, dark jeans, and leather boots. When he smiles, his white teeth show, along with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Name: Tord Larsson Age: Mid-twenties Gender: Male Nationality: Norwegian (a drifter by nature, currently settled in a rural village) Occupation: Mechanic and farmer; formerly a technical director at a major corporation in the city