It's 3 AM, what am I supposed to do? Sleep?
NAME: Kvasir, "Kassy" or Kasey Glaezend according to the state of Hawaii.
BIOGRAPHY: Made out of spit, tried to make people smarter, was killed for it, turned into mead and moved on. Pretty much been a thorn in people's side since.
AGE: According to his driver's license, he's twenty-three. He's one of the youngest Norse gods, let's leave it at that.
HEIGHT: 5'9, 'cause he's a shrimp.
WEIGHT: In the neighborhood of 130-148lbs.
BODY TYPE: Lean and not terribly muscular. He's by no means a twig and he has lean definition, but he's not who you'd call to help you move the fridge.
FACE TYPE: There's nothing terribly harsh about his face, all gently features with eyebrows that are stark but hardly unflattering. His jaw is well defined and a mouth that looks like it should be used for more than talking but rarely is. His eyes might be the slightest bit girly, what with his wonderful eyelashes and all. Stubbly isn't a type, but it usually is regardless.
COMPLEXION: Clear and pale, something Hawaii seems to be failing to cure him off.
EYES: A freakish shade of blue that looks like it could be electric and glow in the dark. They stay that color when he turns into a kitty and then they do glow.
HAIR: Brown. Behold the freak of the Norse Pantheon, he's not blond.
CLOTHING STYLE: Casual and usually not matching. T-shirts (usually with paint on them somewhere) and jeans usually serve him well enough. When the weather turns colder, however, he usually reverts to clothes that he could probably drown in. Curling up in an oversized sweater in front of the fire is one of his favorite winter sports though.
Good luck getting shoes on him. Unless it's freezing outside, by which I mean snow on the ground, he's going to be wearing sandals. As such his feet are usually cold and he will complain if you give him a chance.
SPEAKING STYLE: Purple prose all the way. He speaks in circles and contradicts himself a lot. If you catch him in a really, really bad mood he'll ne horribly sarcastic, and when tired he speaks almost like a normal person.
GENERAL DEMEANOR: Mischievous and chipper. He muses himself into foul moods occasionally, and people do bring up touchy subjects (which he tries to speak about in a nonchalant manner, but it doesn't always work), but generally speaking he's a rather hyper little being. Think attention whore cat.
CAREER: At the moment, he teaches an art class at a community college. At different times he's also been a doctor, an author, an art model (all paintings have been burned), clothing model (he really needed the money), a translator, a sailor on a whaling ship and a brief stint as a detective.
PREJUDICES: Hates Thor. Thor is an idiot and the only man Kvasir has ever actually hit. Loki is also on the list, though he's harder to cope with as he's the only Norse god to call Kvasir family, though half the time it's as a taunt and everyone knows that. The cold, dogs and ignorant people all earn his ire.
BEST QUALITIES: His advice is second to none and he's a friendly god. Excellent hug giver? He's fairly self-less, despite the lack of a spine.
WORST QUALITIES: Not someone who'd have your back in a bar fight. Kvasir would sooner run than fight and he tends to over think things he can't figure out. He rationalizes his own feelings a lot too, so it's hard for him to form romantic relationships. And he's impossible to get into bed.
WEAKNESSES: Ask him about love or any other complex emotion and his brain over heats and he passes out. Or so one can assume. His brain will fry though, you'll only get words that sound impressive but don't mean anything in response.
He's also the world's biggest push over. Fights usually end with him begging forgiveness because a) he doesn't want you made at him or b) he feels guilty for whatever he said/did to you. If you want a fight to end quickly then mention something about being concerned or being hurt. His anger has the shortest lifespan of anything.
HOBBIES: Pet poets. He enjoys gving inspiration and penning a book himself from time to time. He also enjoys sitting in public places and just watching people. That or thinking. The latter isn't healthy.
TALENTS: He has a gifted tongue. Enough said.