Torbjørn Hansen

[Torbjørn Hansen]

NAME: Torbjørn Rudi Hansen
NICKNAME: None
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Student
FACE CLAIM: Hunter Parrish

POWER: Torbjørn’s skin Turns water into Liquor upon touch. When conscious of the touch, Torbjørn can affect the strength of the alcohol his touch produces to a degree. Since he is without much, extensive training, he hasn't quite gotten all the tricks down, and usually just ends up making your standard beer, at least it's free though, right? If he does not however know of the touch, his body makes it roughly the strength of a standard beer, always. His touch however cannot affect salty waters like ocean water or sweat. He cannot turn this power off (yet at least) and so any water he touches turns to Alcohol. In large bodies of water, like a pool, only the water in direct contact with his skin is changed. His power has the potential to also affect a liquid where water is the dominant ingredient. With this said, he has the potential to turn the water in a Gatorade to alcohol but this would be much harder and he would need some kind of training, probably extensively too.

    On a somewhat good note, he has a ready supply of alcohol almost any time he wants it and can sell it to people at entirely profit. He could also clean wounds with it. Upon touch he would be able to decide the relative strength of the alcohol made. Once this choice is made though, regardless of what came of touching it, he cannot change the result. His power is also always active and requires little effort on hos part to use. He could eventually create a swimming pool full of fine alcohol simply by swimming laps, though he would probably stay away from swimming pools. Torbjørn can still get drunk but his new found power will give him a healthy tolerance over the years. So far he had only changed very small bodies of water (basically the water in a cup), so he hasn't gotten very, adventurous with his powers.

    Since his skin turns any water he touches into alcohol, Torbjørn has a hard time with some of the simpler things in life, like showers. Since the water turns to beer as soon as it touches his skin. The Norwegian would have to use a large salt water aquarium or shower in salt water for bathing in order to get clean. Since he bathes in salt water, people often tell him he smells like one of three things; salt, the ocean, or the beach, though really the last two are pretty much the same to him. Torbjørn is also prone to dehydration as any water that touches his lips will turn basically into beer and he cannot eliminate the already changed, alcohol strength. Even the skin on his mouth will turn water into booze. He, in his current state and training, cannot control the created booze in any way, once it is changed, it stays that way. When it rains or he tries to swim, he ends up smelling like alcohol. His power gives him no help at all in a fight. To control the strength of the booze created, Torbjørn must be ready for the water to touch him as it happens and so while not largely energy consuming, creating stronger drinks takes more concentration (assuming he has already been through much training at this point). The lower the percent of water is in a substance the harder and more difficult it would be to change. So far, from the water he had changed, he has only received headaches, and the harder it was to change the water, the worst the headache was.

APPEARANCE SECTION: Torbjørn's hair is a light brown, though some might argue that it was simply a dark blonde color. He usually has it kept in a longish manner and brushed over to the right.  He has two lovely eyes that have the wonderful hue of a dark green. Torbjørn stands at 6'1'' but doesn't plan on 
growing much more beyond that, most likely will reach his maximum height of 6'3''. is in reasonably good shape. He doesn't have an athlete's build lie he used to but he hopes to regain that soon enough, with that said, he is not scrawny nor overweight. All in all pretty average. Torbjørn has a scar on  his right leg
from his surgeries on his knee and he has a faint scar from his left eyebrow to just below his eye from the injuries there.

Torbjørn works the most on his hair, usually spending 5-10 minutes on it, otherwise he gets ready pretty quickly. He seems taller than he is because of how straight he can stand, this was a trait his father had instilled on him and one that Torbjørn did not plan on forgetting. Torbjørn took after his father more than one would like though in the fashion department, he always has his hair styled a certain way but other than that it is whatever pants and whatever shirt he can find that is clean, and fits.

MUST HAVE APPAREL: Honestly? Torbjørn is not the best when it comes to everyday fashion. HE has a decent set of clothes but never really took the time to pick out and match them, most often he just wears the first things he picks out, and if they match? Great. If they don't? It's not the end of the world to him. 

PERSONALITY SECTION: Friendly and trusting to his friends or his potential customers, Torbjørn is always willing to lend an ear to talk with someone about anything or help someone should they need it. He always helps people because then, he feels that since he helped them, he could call on them to help himself when he needs it. He believes that it is possible for mutants and humans to live together in peace, but he also feels that matter is far beyond anything he could do about it. He is set out to be a focused business man and is driven in his endeavors. He is mostly law abiding, though that might not last extremely long. Probably the worst thing he has done so far is drink, though it really isn't fair because he doesn't mean to, or want to.

    Other than that, he is very quiet. He doesn't actively talk much to people and usually has to be approached first, unless of course he sees something special about a person. Even though he tends to be more quiet around people is isn't familiar with, people always seem to approach him for things, usually regarding his powers. Though, once you've met him, he almost always says hello when he passes and always does his best to keep a smile on his face, no matter the situation. He loves to talk about anything and everything, the entire world is just so fascinating to him. He doesn't know a lot lot about everything, but that doesn't stop him from being willing to talk about it. Many people find his happiness and openness neat, and he tends to make quite a few friends fairly easily, though it doesn't intrigue everyone people usually will tolerate it because of his gifts and tendency to give his closer friends a free drink or two..

EXTRA QUIRK: He always is carrying a bottle of Gatorade and/or other various sport drinks. This at the moment is one of the few ways he gets his share of water. Since these drinks aren't mostly made of water, it is harder for him to change the water to alcohol. Though  as he progresses in his skill, if he doesn't learn to control when he changes the water into alcohol, these drinks could soon become alcoholic as well.


FATHER: Thomas Hansen
MOTHER: Sofie Hansen
SIBLINGS: Christian and Mai
PET: Cat named Solskinn
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None yet
WORTHY MENTIONS: Unfortunately, none yet


CHILDHOOD: Torbjørn's mother died or left him when he was young. Torbjørn didn't much care, and hardly ever thought about it, so he never pressed his dad for information. He does have some vague memories of her, just faint notions what her voice sounded like, and he knows that he inherited some of her looks. For a long time it was just him and his dad Thomas, and of course his dad became the center of his universe. But when he was ten his father remarried. Torbjørn wasn't too fond of who he chose, but said nothing. Part of his displeasure was that now he was going to have to give up something that he had clung to for so long, but he also wondered why his dad wanted this, when he still referred to his first wife as his "angel". Thomas was well familiar with the signs that Torbjørn was holding back opinions and emotions, and knew that a bit of coaxing could help him to express them in a healthy way. At the time Torbjørn was very much into baseball, and was planning to play on the high school team. The two decided to go to a baseball game, just the two of them as Sofie was expecting. On the way there was a car accident. Torbjørn was lucky to live through it. He received a gash down the left side of his face, right beside his left eye, had his right leg broken so badly that it required some minor surgery, and had a gash in his arm that required twenty stitches, not to mention some internal injuries. His father on the other hand; he wasn't so lucky.

While Torbjørn was undergoing rehab and dealing with the death of his father. His step-mother was in essence, useless as emotional support, hanks to the birth of two healthy babies, Christian and Mai, which only added to his distaste for her. Doctors spoke in hushed voices about the possibility of him loosing his vision in his other eye. Apparently eyes are sympathetic, and if one goes, the other might as well. With nobody wanting to be fully honest with him, Torbjørn started to fear darkness and quiet late at night.

Also after the crash Torbjørn seemed to grow extremely aware of when someone was about to run into him. Everyone said it was the other senses kicking in, to make up for his decreased depth perception and lessened vision, but to Torbjørn it felt more like the ground beneath his feet was warning him. He became more and more aloof.

ADOLESCENCE: In the end, it was just his senses. He proceeded to go through his distasteful life for the next few years, drowning himself in sports. Though he was good at the sports he played, he really played them to keep him from having to spend much time at home. He enjoyed the competitiveness of each of the different sports and often found himself playing multiple sports at once. There was a two year break in 7th and 8th grade though, where he had to have surgery on the wound that was near his eye. His vision has decreased over the years and it was bringing down the vision of his right eye so the doctors decided to do something about that. 

He spent a long time regaining and working on making his eye's strength, he currently wears contacts but he still has hopes that he won't need them in the near future. He during this time though, without his sports he spent a lot of time at the house, a lot of unwanted time there. He grew very stressed, this stress is probably what drew out his powers. He was walking around in his house, drinking a glass of water when he just collapsed on the floor. His mother rushed him to the hospital and they treated him accordingly. What they found, was that Torbjørn was extremely dehydrated and had a lot of alcohol in his system. His mother was furious, the boy was only 15! Luckily, she didn't explode at the hospital. He stayed there overnight, and in the morning his mother came and picked him up. As they were arriving home, there were a few people (2 or 3) standing at their door. They were very dressed up and requested that Torbjørn attended a school for specially gifted children like himself. Reluctantly, his mother 'willingly' let him leave, though the men did state that his mother didn't exactly have a choice. That would be the last time he spoke to her, in all honestly he was glad he got to leave, it had been a dream of his for quite some time now.

SAMPLE: As Torbjørn looked around at the building, he had made sure the builders had started fresh. Having researched the area and the local bars when he got there he had found the location he had chosen had an high number of mutants living there. There was also a place called Bellefonte relatively close by. He had gone to school there when he was younger, he drifted off into the humorous memories of his days wondering the Bellefonte Academy grounds. Shaking his head, he took an offered clipboard and signed his name to it. Torbjørn had asked the crew to make the building with hurricane forces in mind. He wanted to ensure it would be able to handle its mutant occupants quite well, and any bar violence was not only possible it was pretty much inevitable to happen at some point sooner or later.

    Running his fingers through his short messy hair, he knew it would still be a week or two before the bar was up. Waving to the construction foremen he walked out of the forming bar and looked around the neighborhood. It looked a bit run down but it was not the worst neighborhood he had seen. Extremely discreetly, he took a quick sniff of himself, he was happy the new cologne he wore mostly hid the usual smell of liquor on his body, his latest source of salt water he used to bathe in had not been delivered yet and so it had been several days since he had a 'normal shower.' He did not like smelling like happy hour all day, it was quite unfortunate since he actually didn't drink lots of alcohol often.

    Walking down the street, he saw a man with a cardboard sign. The man was large, heavily muscled and had most likely seen better days. When he got close he flashed the sign, and he flashed a smile. He liked to be very kind to those that needed a little help here and there, there would always be a chance that it was him sitting there one day, holding a similar sign. Wanting to help the man, he reached into his back pocket and slid out his wallet, he proceeded to give the man a $20 bill before speaking up. “I am the owner of the new Shadow’s Light bar, if you need a job, I'd be happy to hire you.” he offered the man who looked slightly interested. Instead of thanking him, the man reached for his wallet and attempted to steal it from him, only his tight grip and quick reflexes from having to deal with lots of powers suddenly, prevented the man from a quick escape and a large sum of money. He proceeded to do the one thing he knew to do in the situation, threw out his free hand towards the other man, hoping to get away without much more trouble.

    Torbjørn quickly sat up in bed looking around his dorm room, as quickly as he sat up he had flopped back down with a sigh following. It was so unfair of his dreams to tease him like that, he wanted his own bar more than anything and that last dream was just so cruel, it just was so realistic...

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