[Subtleknifewielder] Halldór Valdemarsson

General Information
Name: Halldór Valdemarsson
Identity: Conceptimancer
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Date of Birth: January 1
Place of Origin: Reykjavík, Iceland
Occupation: Student
Faction: U.A., Class 2-A))


Appearance

Visual Appearance:


Physical Appearance: Halldór is extraordinarily tall for a teenager, topping six foot three in height (and he's not even done growing!), and though he is what many would call skinny at first glance, he prefers the term 'athletic' to describe himself. It is clear on a second glance that he keeps himself in good enough shape despite the nature of his quirk requiring a lot of standing or sitting around, muscles not defined the way a bodybuilder's would be, but definitely toned from a life of activity, helping him weigh in at a decent 160 pounds. A pale complexion that somehow actually doesn't burn all that often, messy blond hair he doesn't usually even try to straighten, and bright blue eyes betray his Nordic heritage. Oh, and while he doesn't burn much, he also doesn't really tan--he freckles if he gets exposed to a lot of sun.

Civilian Clothes: The Icelandic teen tends to not really put a lot of thought into his typical clothing outside of school uniforms and hero outfits. He's generally seen in loose, baggy, or slightly rumpled or wrinkled clothing, almost as messy as this hair, but like his hair he at least bothers to make sure it's clean and mended. He just doesn't worry too much about his appearance beyond that. Shirts untucked, tie (if he bothers with one) hanging loosely and often off-center, and occasionally a hat that's tilted off to one side as well. He can make himself more presentable if he feels the occasion calls for it, he just usually doesn't. And he usually doesn't have on thick clothing, the cold doesn't bother him much.

Hero Outfit: A full three-piece suit, with the addition of a cape and top hat to maximize potential surface area, made to resemble pieces of paper stitched together to form the clothes, and all white except for the black threads representing passages describing several items for him to instantly manifest in an emergency. Said items described in full include a fully stocked first aid kit (including but not limited to gauze, wrappings, disinfectant, an assortment of common medicines that can be useful for those suffering from afflictions, and a rescue breathing mask), a smoke grenade in case he needs to obscure himself and/or others to get them away from a rampaging villain, and self-defense items. So far, he has only thought of two self-defense items to be inscribed on the suit--a taser/stun gun, and a small case of four flashbang grenades, while held in his hands is a blowgun disguised as a cane, inscribed with the descriptions of the darts coated with quick-acting sleeping agents. Under the suit is some basic armor to soften heavy impacts and protect against sudden attacks with sharp weapons, though it is far from perfect as he is more focused on mobility than defense, so they only protect vital areas. All the words on both costume and 'cane' are in Icelandic, to prevent the local villains from recognizing what he may be about to activate.





Personality

Bad Habits: The moment someone offers an in, he tends to be very nosy and overly inquisitive. Until someone tells him to shove off, he may bombard people with question after question until they make it absolutely clear, outright, that they want him to stop or go away. Since coming to Japan, though, he has learned to sometimes warn people he would like to ask them questions first, but that doesn't necessarily stop the bombardment of questions from being annoying. He's good at respecting physical boundaries, but not so much social boundaries. On that note, if he finds someone or something interesting but they haven't given him an opening yet, he's likely to stare, nearly unblinkingly, for a long time. And while he's gotten better in his time here about such reactions, he's likely to react very negatively to being touched without permission by someone he is not comfortable with, even if that touch is just a tap on the shoulder. After a moment of freezing up he will still seek to minimize or end the contact as soon as possible, an improvement over reflexively shoving people away the moment they brush against him like he used to. The only exceptions would be those he is extremely close with.

Goal: In one of those curious coincidences, his quirk shaped his desire. He used to desire to be a straight-up hero, but that has been tempered with a realization--he would be better in a support role. Frontline suppression is not his strong suit, and he would be happy to make sure the ones seeing active combat are as well supplied as possible, while the noncombatants are gotten to safety as quickly as they can be. And in the meantime, who's to say he can't be as brilliant an author as his grandmother?




General Personality: Halldór is an inquisitive soul. He wants to know things, learn things. To that end he loves to have new experiences, rarely saying no to trying something he hasn't tried before, from trying to drink a man twice his size under the table, to bungee jumping off a hundred story skyscraper, should he have the opportunity. The only times he would say no would be to trying things that would knowingly and quickly damage or impair his body in a permanent fashion to no purpose, such as trying addictive substances or deliberately injuring himself. In addition, he is also highly outgoing and thoroughly enjoys being social, though he is far from the most socially adept, to the point of coming off as rude when that was the furthest thing from his mind. Conversely, he does not mind a quiet, reverent moment to himself now and then to recharge for an hour or two--it's also easier to avoid being touched in those moments, another reason to enjoy them while they last. Most of all he enjoys the written word, both reading, and writing it himself, and he has an active imagination, lending a lot of potency to his quirk in the process. He is fond of quoting his favorite passages and poems, or lines from movies or other media he has enjoyed. He can concentrate on his writing equally well in quiet moments, or in very public spaces, and for that reason always has a notebook or tablet in hand, to take notes should an idea strike him.





Personal Life

Mother: Astrid Birgisdóttir (Healthy and Living, Quirkless so far as she knows)
Father: Valdemar Ingvason (Also hale and healthy and alive, also believed quirkless)
Siblings: None
Extended family: 
Guðmundur Valgarðsson, a notable hero in Iceland with a rock golem based quirk--first cousin
Harpa Bryndísardóttir, an author who's actually managed to gain some acclaim outside of their country for her science fiction novels--Grandmother
History: Halldór's parents thought for the longest time they just couldn't conceive, they had been trying for years, and were overjoyed when they found out he existed. They were even more ecstatic when he was carried to term and born a healthy, crying baby boy with no serious complications along the way. Needless to say, he was showered with love and affection from that moment on, it was a small miracle he didn't grow up with a spoiled attitude, really. Though maybe that was more to do with the fact they also did their best to teach him proper values like how to go for what you want instead of depending on someone else, and to think for himself, even as they gave him as much support as they could.

When it turned out he had a quirk, his mother, who by some twist of fate had not been born with one despite coming from a family with plenty of varied quirks, was honestly relieved he was more normal in this world full of powers, and sent him to talk to his grandmother, who taught him how to best make use of his words, to be careful about when and where he would assert his will to make his imagination manifest--and of course to teach him how to put his words down in as poetic and interesting a manner as possible. It ignited a passion for words that never once dimmed, only fueled it more, especially when as a teenager he went with her on a worldwide book-signing tour to see other nations, other cities and other people. Hearing other languages was especially inspiring to him as he explored these strange new places.

Seeing his enthusiasm on this tour, his grandmother encouraged him to not only try new things, but record his thoughts and experiences while they were fresh in his mind, even if he did seem to soak it all up like a sponge and rarely forget things he learned. It turned out to be good practice for later as he started practicing more and more with shaping the things he saw using his quirk. And then came the stop in Japan, and...he loved it. The sights, the sounds, the people. He asked questions incessantly, annoying those he accosted to no end but usually ending up getting the answers he sought anyway. When the tour was over, and the last city left behind for home once more, he resolved to immerse himself in Japanese culture once more, and worked hard to learn more of the language so that he could go to school there the next year--particularly at the prestigious school for budding heroes. Where best to hone his quirk than the people who trained new heroes for a living?

And that, as they say, was that; he worked hard to pay for the money for the ticket himself, took the test, and passed with more than good enough marks to gain his sought after entrance. He was confident he would enjoy every moment of it.

He was right, he did. Well, not every moment, as that would be an unrealistic goal, but he made some friends. He's still trying to figure out for sure how he feels about a certain one, as he gets brought in closer to their own circle of friends. He's also learned more about his quirk and how to stretch its boundaries. 



Quirk

Name: Reification

Quirk Type: Emitter

Power: In short, any physical matter or object that Halldór imagines and puts into words, he can create in tangible form as long as he speaks those words or writes them down beforehand. A sword? Sure. A gun? Yeah, he can create one of those, too. An exoskeleton to enhance his physical capability, also possible, and he even tried it once, though it did not last more than a minute before disappearing--he's working hard to improve on that one. Even space lasers and 'magic' wands are also, theoretically, possible, though extremely difficult unless he takes the time beforehand to think about how exactly they would work. Currently he has never tried something that complex or divorced from reality, and so they remain theory, and likely will for some time assuming he ever even tries to make them.

Supermoves:
Prose Edda: Instead of creating just one object a time, he can create an entire scene, writing a detailed description that manifests an entire room's worth of materials. However, this must be EXTREMELY detailed to work, and like everything else he does, takes time to set up properly. It will only last two hours at most, due to just how much he is creating at once.

Vociferous Edda: Instead of writing, he instead recites aloud the words he needs to make the object he needs, speaking them quickly and very audibly. The objects manifested this way have a much shorter lifespan, and he cannot create anything larger than the average human body, but the advantage is, speaking aloud is a lot quicker than writing, and requires little to no preparation beforehand.

Drawbacks: The main drawback is that he does have to articulate, through pen or speech, what he wishes to manifest, and that takes time, because details are important. Time can be precious in a fight--so usually he needs to prepare words ahead of time and use them at need later, trying to anticipate situations before they arise. He must also have at least a moderate understanding of how it works, or how he thinks it should work in the case of something out of a sci-fi or fantasy setting, otherwise it will be weak and flimsy, short-lived, or will refuse to manifest entirely. Nor can he make any object appear in the same space as something that already exists--gas can be manifested only in vacuum, liquid can be produced in vacuum or open air, and solid can be created in all three--but none of them can appear inside another solid. Currently, he also is limited to the written word most of the time; using the spoken word is a lot more physically taxing the way a choreographed fight might be for an actor, and those objects do not last as long. Currently, he is not capable of manifesting anything permanently, though his grandmother suspects he may be able to in the future--the longest he has managed is a single simple item for four hours, while most last much less, normally no more than half an hour unless he is extremely detailed and focused in its description. Lastly, he can't manifest living matter; the closest thing to living he can manifest is products that came from living things, such as oil or silk. Oh, and while he can manifest something he wrote long before, if he loses his voice or the ability to write, he cannot make anything else. He cannot change the properties of something that already exists, only create something new to potentially interact with it.

Fighting Style: He has gone through some basic self-defense training to fend off lower-level thugs, but his fighting style has generally developed into avoidance of attacks, rather than confrontation, aside from learning how to use the taser and the blowgun with a competent level of skill.