Full Name: Thorer Skarsgård
Nickname: Thor
Age:  1064
Age apparent: 26
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Occupation: Club owner and other darker occupations
Languages: english, Russian, old norse,
Species: Master Vampire
Powers: Aura of Power, Physical Prowess, Fast Moves, Acute Sense, Silent Moves, Passing for Human, Stillness, Unaging, Read Minds, Drain from a Distance, Fly, Human Servant, Early Rise




Appearance: Thorer is big..and there is no mistaking his Viking heritage from the way he looks. Not overly muscled, his body is a study in perfection, muscles over bone in the way a warrior should be, strong and fierce. Blue eyes miss nothing, and there is an air of weariness about those eyes, like they have seen everything and nothing surprises them anymore. And perhaps he has seen it all. Unlike most of the old ones, he dresses like a club owner, slacks and dress shirts, no tie unless warranted and only the best in suits, Italian, silk and more money than most pay for rent in a month. Sometimes a black tank…or a tight t-shirt…but always with style. His blonde hair is kept long, either smoothed down or pulled back in a queue, but no matter what he is heart stopping when those sapphire eyes pin you.

Height: 6'4
Weight: 245
Eye Color: sapphire blue
Hair color: golden blonde with platinum streaks
Hair Style: barely brushing shoulders, straight, sometimes cut short.
Complexion: olive to mild tan
Body shape: muscular but not over done



Personality - Like the god he was named for, Thorer rules his businesses and his employees with an iron fist, brooking no arguments but never raising his voice. He doesn’t have to, the softness combined with the look in his eyes can make even the most fierce of opponents quaver, from the sheer power and lack of artifice in them. Thor does not threaten.. He will carry thru without a second thought, as ruthless as the warriors he was bred from and living by the old adage of the Vikings, "A slave takes revenge at once, a fool never takes revenge, A good man, however, simply waits.”  Thor will wait, then just as retaliation seemed to be forgotten, he will bring down his enemy with a masterful stroke - hard and inexorable and without mercy. One hint of softness in him and that is around a small human, gifted as no other but to his knowledge was lost, not by death but moving away from him. He can feel her still, and is the only thing he cares for.

IV History-- Thorer was born in 936, at the tail end of the Viking expansion into England. Raising in the true Viking fashion, he was trained young in the ways of his people. Born the son of a chieftain, he was trained in the use of the bow and arrow, sword, spear and shield. He rode horses, swam, trained dogs and horses, learned the art of runes, went out in battles  at the ripe young age of  10 and and accompanied his father Harald as he conquered land far and wide in the name of his gods. In 947 Thorer, his father and Erik Bloodaxe captured York and the bloody reign of his family started. They pushed farther inland, and north, heading back into Ireland after being pushed back many times by the fierce Celts. It was here that Thorer ran afoul of a local vampire, and fell in a masterful stroke, the final act of revenge was to turn the big man into one of his kind, forever separating him from his family and people. And Thorer cut a bloodier swathe as a vampire than he ever did as a Viking, and under the laws of the vampire council rose to power as a master vampire, but had no desire to lead a larger fiefdom, happier with his smaller endeavors, much like the ancestors who he feels once in awhile. Much like the old ones, Thorer is cold, sometimes weary of the mortal world and it was in a battle with another master vampire at the behest of the Master of the city of Angels that he nearly fell. Wounded and tired he lay on the beach and awaited the sunrise, final death. There a human child found him, small and fae, Iara gifted him with her blood and surprisingly the will to go on. He followed the little girl, watching her mature to womanhood by his people’s standards, the promise of power in that small body coming to fruition with a vengeance. But the death of her grandmother sent her into a down spiral that even he could not help her recover from, and with a heavy heart let her go.

Now he has come full circle, in Hawaii at the behest of an old friend, running the club Scruples and running his business as always…but there is a tingle of awareness. Something is out in the night.. And history is about to come crashing into his ordered world.