KARLSSON, Bjorn Henrik

[Bjorn Henrik Karlsson]

BJORN HENRIK KARLSSON

FULL NAME: Bjorn Henrik Karlsson
NICKNAMES: BK
AGE: Thirty
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Runs a No-Kill Animal shelter called Haven.

HAIR: Currently rocking that oh so trendy hairstyle of his dark locks being longer on top and practically buzzed on the sides. He styles and goes.
EYES: brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: probably.
TATTOOS: various birds, stars and feathers, some flowers, a couple mandalas, "rise" at the base of his neck, "rough hands" across his hands with swallows, little designs on his knuckles, and a few more he doesn't talk about
PIERCINGS: Nose.
PLAY-BY: Chris John Millington

LIKES: animals, good conversation, working out, a soft beard, styling his hair, a good joke, cold beer, video games, Norse History, Star Wars, playing with the animals, New York at Christmas, visiting home, spaghetti squash, laughing, another animal getting adopted, fingerless gloves, beanies, .
DISLIKES: losing a pet, white chocolate, vanilla ice cream, falling asleep on the couch, missing a meal, meat, city traffic, ditsy girls, cherries, suits, ties, dress shoes, pristine trainers, excessive drinkers
FEARS: losing the shelter, losing a family member, getting hit by a car.
SECRETS: Bjorn is so obsessed with Star Wars, he can quote all three of the good films, off by heart, because for him, there are only three; though the latest one isn't exactly on his shit list.
PERSONALITY: Bjorn is a lovable man with an absolute heart of gold that he wears on his sleeve. He's an animal lover, running a no kill Shelter and just loving what fate has given him. He's a sweet man and a loyal friend who will fight for the underdog. He's quite the goofball always willing to roll around in the mud and the muck with the animals and anyone else who might fancy it. He's not had love in his life often enough to say he's the romantic sort but he'd like to think he tries his best in that particular department. Bjorn is kind like a big kid; running around all day, taking care of dozens of animals and having fun. He's not got the most responsible personality on the planet but he is a dependable man, even when he's out goofing around and having fun with life. He's never understood these people who feel the need to go, go, go. He's always been a very laidback man, letting things go as they might and just hopes for his own little piece of happiness.

MOTHER: Alvilda Karlsson & sixty-one.
FATHER: Casper Karlsson & fifty-nine.
SIBLINGS: Sanna Karlsson & twenty-four.
OTHERS: George Fitzgerald & mentor/boss, deceased (though not forgotten).
PETS: All the shelter animals, cats, dogs, a few rabbits and a hedgehog he's actually kept for himself. He's named Spike!
HOMETOWN: Copenhagen, Denmark
HISTORY: Bjorn's father was a military man and he'd been stationed at the embassy when he'd first met Alvilda. He'd been excited to know he'd be going back to the country his parent's had left so many years before he'd been born. It was such a great experience and then he'd met the woman who would become the love of his life. She was an assistant to a local government man, Casper didn't know who but they got to talking when he was off duty and things just sort of went from there. He talked to his superior about marrying a local girl, what would happen for him and the answer was surprisingly simple, he would stay on at the embassy. Casper honestly thought he would have to quit and had already come to terms with losing his career. They married in a private ceremony, only a few friends and their parents, his having flown home for the first time since they left for the wedding.

For them, it was perfect. Eighteen months into the next stint of his term, Bjorn was born. He was an alert baby who grew into a curious child. He would get into everything and just smile when he got caught. He loved the animals and his mother would happily provide him with trips to the zoo and once he was older then animal shelter to adopt a dog for their family. He'd been three at the time they first did that. He chose a feisty little thing that he could play with and that's exactly what he did. His poor Oskar though was bored when he finally started at school so they decided he needed a friend and went back to the shelter for another friend. This time they walked away with a dog bigger than Bjorn himself that they named Horse. He was a docile thing that actually let Bjorn ride him around their home. It was hilarious and a love for all the furry creatures was born. When Bjorn was about six years old, his parents brought home a little baby girl, telling him it was his sister and that he needed to be a good big brother and take care of his little sister, that he was her protector. He didn't know what any of that meant but he knew he loved the little squishy friend.

He grew bored of her quickly unfortunately when she wouldn't play with him and soon returned to his dogs to play. As she got older he gained more interest again because she could and did play with him. It was the sweetest thing his parents used to say. When Bjorn was almost nine, the family decided it was time to go stateside. NAME missed his parents quite a bit and they wouldn't fly anymore. Alvilda agreed it was time for their children to see the other side of their family, see what it was like. NAME put in for a transfer and started the long process of getting his family moved to New York. They finally all moved over when Bjorn was ten, thanks mostly because his father was a military man and the red tape cut a little faster with those sharper scissors. It was interesting being there, going to school with new people. He was an anomaly to these kids because he talked "funny" but it was discussed and he was encouraged to bring in things from Denmark to share with the class as they were all encouraged to bring in things from their heritage so everyone felt welcome.

From then on, it was pretty normal for Bjorn and his sister. They were welcomed and made friends, at sixteen, Bjorn got himself a job at the local animal shelter. He had been volunteering there since he'd been old enough to once he was old enough to have a job, they hired him without even a proper interview or anything. In fact, when Bjorn went in for his usual shift, the owner of the shelter just asked him to bring in his bank information so he could put it in the books. Bjorn had no idea what was going on and just simply said "okay" and went on about his business. Then he told his mother what had happened and she told him they he'd gotten himself a job, that they would be paying him for his time. He was probably the most reliable person other than George, the owner, so it made sense in that way. That job helped pay his tuition for NYU and eventually got him the apartment he shared with his sister while she attended school. Bjorn was twenty-six when he found George on the floor of the shelter when he'd come in for his shift. He was unresponsive and Bjorn quickly called for an ambulance. They arrived quickly and rushed him to the hospital but it was confirmed that it had been too late. He must have suffered a heart attack the night before and all that time without any help meant that he'd passed some time in the night. Bjorn was heartbroken of course. George had become a good friend and now that he was gone, he didn't know what would happen to all the animals they cared for. Adoptions were steady so maybe they would give him enough time to get them all adopted.

As it turned out, Bjorn hadn't needed to worry. George had thought well ahead, apparently knowing his health was deteriorating. He put Bjorn into his will, giving him ownership of the animal shelter and enough money to keep it open for the next hundred or so years. Bjorn had no idea that the man he had called a friend for most of the time he'd been in the country had been a billionaire with businesses all over the damn place. He chose to spend his time at the animal shelter because he had trusted people taking care of his business. It now all made sense when he would say he couldn't be in for a week or two and that Bjorn was in charge, because he had to go be a boss at his businesses. It was written into the will that should anything happen, Bjorn was to call up the lawyers and let them know what was going on and it would all be taken care of. The money in the shelter's accounts was meant to pay the handful of actual staff and the animals. There were other accounts that were meant for staff bonuses, Christmas parties and Turkeys with a box full of all the fixings for Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. George had been a generous man and had thought of everything.

Four years have flown by since George passed away and the shelter is still thriving with all the events they held and their no question take ins. Bjorn had however, made just updates and changes that were approved by the lawyer, who ended up coming by when they were all said and done and had surprisingly, adopted an cat to call his own. The shelter was set up in a huge five story building with the top floor already an apartment, the one he had assumed George lived in, though now he knew the truth, so he created the indoor playground on the floor below which provided obedience classes and search and rescue classes by trained police officers who were interested in training volunteer dogs. The fenced in yard previously meant for trucks before it was turned into the shelter, was updated and used for more advanced search and rescue classes among others and provided the dogs with more interactive areas to play and learn and feel loved.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: I've got these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Beta House.
SAMPLE:

I really can't!

 

[Cali]