Post by >V< on Aug 3, 2009 17:44:42 GMT -5
Pic base: Johan Hegg, vocalist of Amon Amarth.
Appearance: Nate’s got that kind of look where he’s earned his muscles from a life of hard work, rather than in a gym and out of a bottle. He’s muscular, but not all ridiculously ripped like those fucking supplement-chugging body builders, those dudes you see gulping down protein shakes they bought in a big tub at GNC, buying all those pills and powders instead of doing things the right way like a real man. His hair and beard are long, making him look like a modern-day Viking that he prides himself on being. For attire, he has a lot of black t-shirts splattered with the often offensive names, likenesses, and artwork of modern and classic extreme metal bands. He frequently wears black boots and pants or shorts, and sometimes a wallet chain, necklace, or bracelets made from thick links or a chromed motorcycle drive chain. For in-ring action, he’s not left with much choice but to follow the lead of his mentor, KvK. Normally he wears knee-length shorts in solid colors that match whatever his tag-team partner(s) and/or stablemates have on. Plain white wrestling boots with black laces, black knee and elbow pads, and black or white athletic tape on his wrists and hands round out the modest ring attire.
Name: Nathan Korpi
Nickname: "The Nordic Horror"
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 283 pounds
Age: 27
Alignment: Face. He’s new to the game and enjoys what (admittedly limited) attention he receives. He hasn’t been around anywhere near long enough to be bitter and jaded like his tag team partner KvK is.
Hometown: Saint Paul, Minnesota
Associates: His alleged girlfriend and obvious valet/manager/assistant/beer wench Tarja, his mentor KvK, frequent tag team partner Jet Somers, Jezebel Saint.
Entrance Music: "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica
Entrance: The intro to Metallica’s glorious, classic anthem "For Whom The Bell Tolls" fills the arena with gloom. The deep tolling of a large bell creates an ominous atmosphere of dread. Nathan Korpi emerges from behind the curtain along with Tarja, who's holding a massive stein of beer that she hands to Nate with a smile. He accepts the immense mug with a nod, downing the entire thing with shocking ease before smashing the stein to shards on the entrance ramp.
The lyrics hit after the lengthy into, and Nate makes his way to the guardrail, singing along with fans, high-fiving people, headbanging, shaking his long hair and beard. Rocking the fuck out, in other words. The duo heads for the ring and Nate rolls in underneath the bottom rope. The song fades out, and Nate readies himself for battle.
Fighting Style: Brawler/Power/Hardcore
Regular Moves: Being more or less a rookie to the pro wrestling scene, his arsenal is somewhat limited. It consists primarily of standard strikes and slams, with basic submission holds here and there, and of course the ever popular “foreign object” use in matches that allow such antics to transpire. He’ll at least attempt a big boot or other such tactics, when facing a smaller opponent. He’s still pretty green, so he fucks things up on a quasi-regular basis when he tries to get fancy. Therefore, aside from the generic slams he mostly sticks to strikes with the hands and elbows, and a liberal amount of kicks and stomps.
Signature Moves: War Within A Boot; A running bicycle thrust kick. Nate runs at his opponent, does a feint kick with his left, only to attempt to render his opponent unconscious with a vicious thrust kick from his right foot. Eagle-eyed TNA fans might opine that this move bears a striking resemblance to Matt Morgan's "Carbon Footprint," but people who aren't sackbiters would say that it's different because it looks a hell of a lot more impactful.
Taunts: In the rare occasion when he gets to use them, he frequently relies on cheap face tactics like The Clap Along, pointing around to the crowd, cupping a hand to his ear, and generally attempting to get the crowd on his side and cheering for his cause. Not really taunts, I guess, but more like pandering to the crowd. Occasionally when he gets fired up, he might do some kind of a warcry, an inhuman roar directed to the rafters. Such an instance is usually accompanied by a decent amount of gorilla-like fists to his own chest. Again, such things only happen when he's really pissed.
Primary Finisher: Crash Course In Brain Surgery; basically, it’s a brain claw slam. The opponent is seized by the head, with Nate’s thumb and pinkie finger at the temples, his palm over the forehead, his remaining three fingers in their hairline. From there, crushing pressure is applied, through utilization of Nate’s rather impressive grip strength. The opponent is lifted off their feet in a manner similar to a standard choke slam, except of course for the fact that they’re being lifted by the head rather than the throat. From there the unfortunate soul is slammed forcibly to the floor, with the shoulders and back of the head absorbing much of the blow. Often times, Nate doesn’t release the opponent at this point, holding on to the brain claw and positioning his body weight over the poor soul’s head and shoulders in a pinning predicament. Of course, the opponent can also tap out at this point, though when Nate sucessfully pulls off the move, most individuals are incapable of doing much more than lying there for the three count. Obviously, Nate couldn’t do this move to anybody much larger than he is. Lucky for him he’s got a secondary finisher!
Secondary Finisher: Oh, Fuck This; basically, it’s Nate yelling “Oh, fuck this!” really loudly, and then hitting his opponent with something, directly in the face if possible. A broken-off pool cue, a mop handle, kendo stick, stop sign, folding chair, chunk of wood, really whatever he can get his hands on that’ll do damage. This only happens when Nate is frustrated to the point of losing his cool, such as if he’s had several close falls, or basically is having trouble beating an opponent. In matches which allow such things, it of course gives him the upper hand by potentially knocking out his opponent. In normal matches this usually results in Nate being disqualified, but at least he doesn’t have to deal with the aggravation of trying to win the match any more. Nate’s got a temper, and when he loses control of it, someone usually ends up getting hurt.
Personality: Nate enjoys beating people up. He enjoys having people enjoy watching him beat people up. He likes the hard stuff, both alcohol and music. Far from being a stereotypical scowling moron of a headbanger, though, he’s intelligent and full of good humor. He’s quick to crack a joke or to laugh if someone else cracks one first. He’s quite outgoing and enjoys meeting people, and although rough around the edges at times, he can be quite cordial and even charming. He’s new to the pro wrestling business, and as such doesn’t mind taking advice from more seasoned grapplers, or taking time out to meet with fans. He’s a good sport, and is willing to shake hands with his opponent(s) regardless of the outcome of a match, and expects (foolishly or not,) for his opponents to extend him the same courtesy. His good humor and sportsmanship have a limit, though, and of course he does have a temper. As an atheist, he is not a believer in the “turn the other cheek” mentality embraced by many Christians. If frustrated and/or angered to the boiling point, he will react, usually with a level of violence that most people would deem as excessive.
Biography: Nathan Korpi was born in Minnesota and has lived there all his life. He's never been what society would label a "Type A Personality," most would consider him to be a bit of a slacker. His main goals in life seem to be simply to enjoy it while he can. He's very proud of his Scandanavian heritage, and considers himself a modern-day Viking warrior. Up until recently, he earned a modest living as a bouncer, taking pride in the fact that he was paid to crack skulls and keep order in places where alcohol causes stupid people to do stupid things. He was recruited by KvK when Nate was one of a small army of security personnel who broke up a small riot at the recent concert of a band named Dope. His raw skills impressed the ring savvy KvK, who offered Nate a chance to become his protege.
Appearance: Nate’s got that kind of look where he’s earned his muscles from a life of hard work, rather than in a gym and out of a bottle. He’s muscular, but not all ridiculously ripped like those fucking supplement-chugging body builders, those dudes you see gulping down protein shakes they bought in a big tub at GNC, buying all those pills and powders instead of doing things the right way like a real man. His hair and beard are long, making him look like a modern-day Viking that he prides himself on being. For attire, he has a lot of black t-shirts splattered with the often offensive names, likenesses, and artwork of modern and classic extreme metal bands. He frequently wears black boots and pants or shorts, and sometimes a wallet chain, necklace, or bracelets made from thick links or a chromed motorcycle drive chain. For in-ring action, he’s not left with much choice but to follow the lead of his mentor, KvK. Normally he wears knee-length shorts in solid colors that match whatever his tag-team partner(s) and/or stablemates have on. Plain white wrestling boots with black laces, black knee and elbow pads, and black or white athletic tape on his wrists and hands round out the modest ring attire.
Name: Nathan Korpi
Nickname: "The Nordic Horror"
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 283 pounds
Age: 27
Alignment: Face. He’s new to the game and enjoys what (admittedly limited) attention he receives. He hasn’t been around anywhere near long enough to be bitter and jaded like his tag team partner KvK is.
Hometown: Saint Paul, Minnesota
Associates: His alleged girlfriend and obvious valet/manager/assistant/beer wench Tarja, his mentor KvK, frequent tag team partner Jet Somers, Jezebel Saint.
Entrance Music: "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica
Entrance: The intro to Metallica’s glorious, classic anthem "For Whom The Bell Tolls" fills the arena with gloom. The deep tolling of a large bell creates an ominous atmosphere of dread. Nathan Korpi emerges from behind the curtain along with Tarja, who's holding a massive stein of beer that she hands to Nate with a smile. He accepts the immense mug with a nod, downing the entire thing with shocking ease before smashing the stein to shards on the entrance ramp.
The lyrics hit after the lengthy into, and Nate makes his way to the guardrail, singing along with fans, high-fiving people, headbanging, shaking his long hair and beard. Rocking the fuck out, in other words. The duo heads for the ring and Nate rolls in underneath the bottom rope. The song fades out, and Nate readies himself for battle.
Fighting Style: Brawler/Power/Hardcore
Regular Moves: Being more or less a rookie to the pro wrestling scene, his arsenal is somewhat limited. It consists primarily of standard strikes and slams, with basic submission holds here and there, and of course the ever popular “foreign object” use in matches that allow such antics to transpire. He’ll at least attempt a big boot or other such tactics, when facing a smaller opponent. He’s still pretty green, so he fucks things up on a quasi-regular basis when he tries to get fancy. Therefore, aside from the generic slams he mostly sticks to strikes with the hands and elbows, and a liberal amount of kicks and stomps.
Signature Moves: War Within A Boot; A running bicycle thrust kick. Nate runs at his opponent, does a feint kick with his left, only to attempt to render his opponent unconscious with a vicious thrust kick from his right foot. Eagle-eyed TNA fans might opine that this move bears a striking resemblance to Matt Morgan's "Carbon Footprint," but people who aren't sackbiters would say that it's different because it looks a hell of a lot more impactful.
Taunts: In the rare occasion when he gets to use them, he frequently relies on cheap face tactics like The Clap Along, pointing around to the crowd, cupping a hand to his ear, and generally attempting to get the crowd on his side and cheering for his cause. Not really taunts, I guess, but more like pandering to the crowd. Occasionally when he gets fired up, he might do some kind of a warcry, an inhuman roar directed to the rafters. Such an instance is usually accompanied by a decent amount of gorilla-like fists to his own chest. Again, such things only happen when he's really pissed.
Primary Finisher: Crash Course In Brain Surgery; basically, it’s a brain claw slam. The opponent is seized by the head, with Nate’s thumb and pinkie finger at the temples, his palm over the forehead, his remaining three fingers in their hairline. From there, crushing pressure is applied, through utilization of Nate’s rather impressive grip strength. The opponent is lifted off their feet in a manner similar to a standard choke slam, except of course for the fact that they’re being lifted by the head rather than the throat. From there the unfortunate soul is slammed forcibly to the floor, with the shoulders and back of the head absorbing much of the blow. Often times, Nate doesn’t release the opponent at this point, holding on to the brain claw and positioning his body weight over the poor soul’s head and shoulders in a pinning predicament. Of course, the opponent can also tap out at this point, though when Nate sucessfully pulls off the move, most individuals are incapable of doing much more than lying there for the three count. Obviously, Nate couldn’t do this move to anybody much larger than he is. Lucky for him he’s got a secondary finisher!
Secondary Finisher: Oh, Fuck This; basically, it’s Nate yelling “Oh, fuck this!” really loudly, and then hitting his opponent with something, directly in the face if possible. A broken-off pool cue, a mop handle, kendo stick, stop sign, folding chair, chunk of wood, really whatever he can get his hands on that’ll do damage. This only happens when Nate is frustrated to the point of losing his cool, such as if he’s had several close falls, or basically is having trouble beating an opponent. In matches which allow such things, it of course gives him the upper hand by potentially knocking out his opponent. In normal matches this usually results in Nate being disqualified, but at least he doesn’t have to deal with the aggravation of trying to win the match any more. Nate’s got a temper, and when he loses control of it, someone usually ends up getting hurt.
Personality: Nate enjoys beating people up. He enjoys having people enjoy watching him beat people up. He likes the hard stuff, both alcohol and music. Far from being a stereotypical scowling moron of a headbanger, though, he’s intelligent and full of good humor. He’s quick to crack a joke or to laugh if someone else cracks one first. He’s quite outgoing and enjoys meeting people, and although rough around the edges at times, he can be quite cordial and even charming. He’s new to the pro wrestling business, and as such doesn’t mind taking advice from more seasoned grapplers, or taking time out to meet with fans. He’s a good sport, and is willing to shake hands with his opponent(s) regardless of the outcome of a match, and expects (foolishly or not,) for his opponents to extend him the same courtesy. His good humor and sportsmanship have a limit, though, and of course he does have a temper. As an atheist, he is not a believer in the “turn the other cheek” mentality embraced by many Christians. If frustrated and/or angered to the boiling point, he will react, usually with a level of violence that most people would deem as excessive.
Biography: Nathan Korpi was born in Minnesota and has lived there all his life. He's never been what society would label a "Type A Personality," most would consider him to be a bit of a slacker. His main goals in life seem to be simply to enjoy it while he can. He's very proud of his Scandanavian heritage, and considers himself a modern-day Viking warrior. Up until recently, he earned a modest living as a bouncer, taking pride in the fact that he was paid to crack skulls and keep order in places where alcohol causes stupid people to do stupid things. He was recruited by KvK when Nate was one of a small army of security personnel who broke up a small riot at the recent concert of a band named Dope. His raw skills impressed the ring savvy KvK, who offered Nate a chance to become his protege.
