oleandra academy dr | niklas leif norren
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date: july 27, 2026.
started: 5:00am finished: 5:46am
yayyy done with people ughhh. takes so long (ノへ￣、) sighhhhhhh
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🪻 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ Niklas grew up in Selmirenne City on Alvoraine Island, the son of a mechanic father who kept half the town's boats and vehicles running and a mother who worked wood the way other people paint, careful and precise, filling their home with furniture she'd built herself.
his family has lived in Alvoraine's shadow for generations, long enough that Oleandra has quietly pulled more than one relative through its gates over the years, though no one in his family ever spoke about it as anything more than good fortune and hard work.
their household was calm and steady, not loud or particularly emotional, but warm in its own understated way, the kind of home where love got shown through a fixed bike or a handmade shelf rather than through long conversations about feelings.
long before Oleandra, Niklas noticed that things settled around him in a way they didn't seem to around other people. animals that were skittish with everyone else in town would go still the moment he crouched down near them.
plants in his mother's garden seemed to do better under his hands than anyone else's, something she used to joke about without ever really questioning it.
he was a quiet child even then, more interested in watching how something worked than talking about how he felt about it, and that stillness only deepened as he got older, less a personality trait than something closer to instinct.
his father taught him the basics of mechanical work almost as soon as he was old enough to hold a wrench properly, and by the time he was ten, he was already doing simple repairs on his own without much supervision.
his grandfather, before he passed, taught him woodworking and chess in the same slow, patient way, sessions that often involved more silence than conversation, which suited both of them just fine.
these skills became less like hobbies and more like a language for him, a way of processing the world that didn't require him to explain anything out loud.
his grandfather's death, when Niklas was eleven, hit him harder than he ever really let on. he didn't talk about it much, retreating further into the quiet, hands-on habits his grandfather had taught him rather than talking through the grief directly.
woodworking became less of a shared activity and more of a private one after that, something he did alone in the garage for hours at a time, and it's part of where his instinct to process things quietly, rather than out loud, really solidified.
unlike most of his eventual friends, Niklas's move to Oleandra wasn't really a move at all, just a shift from one side of Alvoraine's forests to the other, the academy having been visible from his family's rooftop for as long as he could remember.
still, arriving as a student rather than a local kid looking up at the building from a distance felt different in ways he hadn't quite expected.
he kept mostly to himself that first week, less because he was struggling to adjust and more because that was simply how he operated, until Adelise, and not long after, the rest of the group, found their way into his orbit anyway.
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NIKLAS (pronounced; NIK-las, origin; old Norvarinian root, from Nikolaos. meaning; victory of the people.) LEIF (pronounced; LAYF, origin; old norse root, a name that has passed down through his family for generations without much interruption, meaning; descendant, heir.) NORREN (pronounced; NOR-en, origin; his family name, an old Alvoraine surname, meaning; of the north, northern.)
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ Nicknames: most people call him Nik, short and easy, exactly the kind of low-effort nickname that suits him. a smaller handful of people, mostly family, still call him Klas (k-las, not klaus), though he's never been especially attached to either version over the other.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ Alias(s): in the rare instances he's needed something other than his given name, he goes by Birch, a name that fits his quiet, grounded presence far better than anything flashier would.
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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ age. 14 (first shift) 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ date of birth. january 15 დ࿐ ˗ˋ zodiac. capricorn ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › birthstone. garnet ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › birthflower. carnation, snowdrop ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › birthsymbol. goat, evergreen tree, slate gray, deep forest green, silver
დ࿐ ˗ˋ citizenship. norvarinian ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › nationality. norvarine isles ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › ethnicity. nordic-descended norvarine ethnicity ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › race. cursed ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › birthplace. Selmirenne City, Alvoraine Island ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › current residence.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ height. 5'9 (175cm) ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › weight. 140lbs (64kg) ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › blood type. b+
დ࿐ ˗ˋ sexuality. bi ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › pronouns. he/they ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › gender. male
დ࿐ ˗ˋ mbti. ISTP ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › mbti role. the virtuoso 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ enneagram. type 5 wing 6, 5w6 ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › enneagram role. the investigator
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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ appearance. Niklas has an easy, unbothered kind of good looks, the sort that comes from never putting much effort into it in the first place.
he looks as though he grew up breathing cold sea air and spending more time outside than indoors, his appearance carrying that effortless, weather-softened quality common among people raised along the northern coast.
he stands with a relaxed posture that almost borders on lazy, one hand usually tucked into a pocket while the other absentmindedly fiddles with whatever happens to be nearby. his movements are smooth and economical, never hurried, as if he instinctively believes there is enough time for everything.
his build is lean and functional rather than bulky, shoulders broadened just enough from years of hands-on work and weight training to be noticeable under a fitted shirt, though nothing about him reads as trying to look a certain way. he looks capable—the sort of person who could rebuild a broken dock or carry someone through a snowstorm without making much of a fuss afterward.
his complexion is cool and fair with soft rosy undertones that become more noticeable in cold weather. during Norvarine's long winters, the tip of his nose and ears are almost permanently pink from the wind, while the spring and summer sun coaxes a dusting of freckles across his nose, cheekbones, and even the tops of his shoulders. unlike many people with fair skin, he tans only slightly, keeping the pale complexion that makes his light eyes appear even brighter.
his face has softened just enough from adolescence to look mature without losing its youthful warmth. his jawline is defined but rounded rather than severe, giving him an approachable appearance despite how little he speaks. his nose is straight with the slightest curve near the bridge, and his lips are naturally full enough that even a tiny smile changes his entire expression.
a light scatter of freckles crosses his nose and the tops of his cheeks, more noticeable after time spent outdoors, and his brows sit naturally thick and expressive, one of the few features on his face that actually gives away what he's thinking before he says anything. his mouth tends to rest in a faint, almost lazy half-smile, the kind that makes it hard to tell whether he's amused or just naturally look that way.
his face almost always rests in calm neutrality, but his pale gray-blue eyes constantly observe everything around him. they are the color of winter seawater beneath an overcast sky, carrying subtle hints of silver depending on the light. up close, delicate rings of pale blue surround the iris while darker limbal rings sharpen their appearance.
his eyelashes are naturally dark despite his lighter hair, framing his eyes with unexpected softness. his eyebrows are thick and slightly untamed, often becoming the only visible clue to his emotions. one brow lifts almost unconsciously whenever something surprises him, while both knit together whenever he's focused on solving a problem.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ hair color. originally darker brown, turning ash blond that takes on an almost silvery tone in low light. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › type. 2b. his hair has a natural wave to it, thick and soft, holding loose curls at the ends without any real effort on his part to encourage them.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ hair styles. he keeps his hair medium length and almost entirely unstyled, falling in loose, soft waves that curl slightly at the ends, usually pushed back from his face with nothing more than his fingers.
it tends to fall forward over his forehead throughout the day, and he's developed an absent, near-constant habit of brushing it back out of his eyes without seeming to notice he's doing it.
he doesn't bother with product or deliberate styling; the slightly tousled, just-woke-up look is entirely natural rather than curated, though it somehow still manages to look effortlessly good.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ eye color. his eyes are a pale, icy gray-blue, calm and steady, the kind of gaze that makes people feel quietly studied without him ever needing to say a word.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ skin. his skin is fair, cool-toned, and prone to freckling lightly across his nose and cheeks after time in the sun, otherwise smooth and even, with a faint, healthy color that comes more from time spent outdoors than from anything else.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ birthmarks. ꨄ︎ ˚ — left collarbone: small, pale birthmark sits just below his left collarbone, easy to miss unless someone's looking for it. ꨄ︎ ˚ — back of right shoulder: faint mark rests along the back of his right shoulder, similarly unremarkable at a glance.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ scars. ꨄ︎ ˚ — hands and forearms: his hands and forearms carry a handful of small nicks and scrapes from years of woodworking and mechanical tinkering, the kind of marks that come from working with his hands rather than from anything more dramatic. ꨄ︎ ˚ — right forearm: slightly larger scar traces along his right forearm, a souvenir from an engine repair that didn't go quite as planned. ꨄ︎ ˚ — left eyebrow: thin scar cuts through his left eyebrow, left behind by a childhood accident involving a bike and a poorly judged hill.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ tattoos. he doesn't have any tattoos yet, though he's mentioned once or twice, in the same offhand way he mentions most things, that he might get one eventually if the right idea ever actually sticks.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪༯.ִֶָ٠࣪ fashion style. Niklas's fashion sense is understated, comfortable, and almost entirely unbothered by trends, favoring soft, well-worn basics over anything flashy.
his wardrobe revolves around natural textures rather than obvious brands, favoring heavyweight cotton, brushed flannel, thick wool knits, canvas jackets, faded denim, leather boots, and worn-in corduroy. oversized knit sweaters, simple crewnecks, and plain t-shirts.
his color palette rarely strays beyond charcoal, washed black, stone gray, deep forest green, navy, muted cream, weathered brown, slate blue, and soft oatmeal. even when he wears lighter colors, they resemble fog, driftwood, or winter skies rather than anything bright. the occasional burgundy sweater or dark moss overshirt is about as adventurous as he gets. muted, neutral tones, black, gray, deep green, the kind of colors that don't ask for attention.
he layers casually rather than deliberately, a sweater thrown over a t-shirt, sleeves occasionally pushed up when he's working on something with his hands, and he tends to favor fit that's relaxed and easy rather than fitted or sharp. he isn't opposed to dressing up when the occasion actually calls for it, but left to his own devices, comfort wins out over style every time.
the few accessories he does wear carry real meaning rather than being chosen for looks, his single cross earring chief among them, along with the occasional simple chain necklace he tends to forget he's even wearing.
his clothes carry a slightly worn-in quality, soft from actual use rather than distressed for effect, fitting for someone who spends as much time fixing engines and working with wood as he does anything else.
altogether, his style reads exactly like the rest of him: quiet, low-maintenance, and completely unconcerned with whether anyone's paying attention to it.
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დ࿐ ˗ˋ personality. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › Niklas is calm in a way that rarely wavers, the kind of steady presence that makes chaotic situations feel a little more manageable just by him being in the room.
he doesn't talk much, but when he does, it tends to actually matter, dry and a little deadpan, with a sense of humor subtle enough that people who don't know him well sometimes miss that he's joking at all.
he's deeply practical, always more interested in fixing a problem than discussing it at length, and he shows loyalty almost entirely through action rather than declaration, the kind of friend who shows up and quietly handles things rather than making any noise about caring in the first place.
he's stubborn in a quiet, unshakable way, rarely raising his voice even when he's genuinely upset, more likely to go quiet and withdraw a little than to make a scene about anything. he stays composed under pressure almost unnervingly well, the person people instinctively look to when something's actually gone wrong.
unnecessary drama exhausts him, and he tends to keep his distance from it whenever he can, though he'll step directly into it without hesitation the moment someone he cares about is involved.
there's a gentleness in him that surfaces most around animals and younger kids, patient in a way that feels completely at odds with how little patience he seems to have for pointless conflict.
he keeps his own feelings fairly private, not out of coldness but simply because that's never been his natural way of processing things, and while emotional conversations don't come easily to him, he makes a genuine effort when it actually matters to someone he cares about.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ skills. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › Niklas has real mechanical skill, comfortable taking apart and rebuilding almost anything with moving parts, motorcycle engines included, which has made him something of an unofficial go-to whenever Adelise's bike needs work.
he's skilled at woodworking, capable outdoors in a way that goes beyond casual camping, fishing, tracking, building a fire without much effort, and navigating unfamiliar terrain without losing his bearings.
he's a sharp, patient chess player, thinks well under pressure, and holds his own in hand-to-hand situations without needing to make a habit of picking fights.
his hands are rarely idle; he ties knots almost absentmindedly, whittles small wooden figures out of scrap wood, and can put together a simple, hearty meal without needing a recipe in front of him.
physically, he's put real time into strength training, less for appearance and more because he genuinely likes having a use for it.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ hobbies. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › fixing up motorcycles and other machinery takes up a fair amount of his free time, along with woodworking, which he treats as much as a way to think as an actual hobby.
he fishes and hikes often, drawn to the quiet of Alvoraine's forests and coastline the same way he was long before he ever understood why that quiet felt so natural to him.
chess is a near-constant presence in his downtime, along with reading, mostly nonfiction, manuals, and anything practical rather than fiction.
he enjoys stargazing, usually alone or with just one or two people, camping trips whenever the academy schedule allows for them, whittling small figures out of leftover wood, and weightlifting, treating all of it with the same steady, unhurried patience he brings to everything else in his life.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ habits. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › he cracks his knuckles when he's thinking through something, and he almost always has something small in his hands, a bolt, a piece of wood, a pen he's absentmindedly clicking, needing some kind of quiet motion to keep himself settled.
he stares off into the middle distance when he's working through a problem, taps his foot lightly without noticing, and tends to go quiet rather than confrontational whenever something's actually bothering him, a habit his closer friends have learned to read fairly quickly.
when he's genuinely comfortable around someone, he loosens up in small, easy-to-miss ways, a slightly longer silence before responding, a dry comment slipped in without much fanfare.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ quirks. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › his deadpan delivery is so consistent that new people frequently can't tell whether he's joking or completely serious, a fact he seems to find quietly amusing rather than worth correcting.
he is genuinely terrible at texting back in any reasonable amount of time, regularly leaving people on read for hours simply because he got distracted fixing something.
he stays almost unsettlingly calm in actual emergencies, the complete opposite of how mildly irritated he gets over small inconveniences.
he has an odd, easy way with animals and plants, things seem to calm down around him without much effort on his part, and he hums old folk tunes under his breath while working, usually without any awareness that he's doing it.
he also carries a mild allergy to cats, which leads to occasional, undignified sneezing fits that clash comically with how composed he otherwise is, and he tends to collect small, useless odds and ends, bolts, smooth stones, bits of wire, that somehow always end up in his pockets.
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🕯️ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ Niklas and Adelise's friendship runs quiet, the kind that doesn't need constant conversation to hold real weight.
neither of them are especially talkative by nature, and somewhere in that shared quiet, they found an understanding that didn't require much explaining.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ dynamic.
theirs is a friendship built on comfortable silence more than anything else, two people who understand instinctively that not every moment needs to be filled with talking.
Niklas brings a steady, grounding presence to Adelise's more intense, strategic energy, someone who doesn't need her to explain herself or perform any particular version of composure around him. Adelise, in turn, respects his privacy in a way she doesn't always extend to others, letting him process things in his own time without pushing.
there's an ease between them, a mutual understanding that both of them would rather show loyalty through action than through words, which means their friendship often looks like fixing something together or sitting quietly in the same room rather than deep conversation, though the occasional deep conversation does happen, usually when one of them needs it most.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ relationship habits. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › Adelise has taken to bringing her motorcycle to Niklas whenever something's off with it, an arrangement that's turned into a regular excuse for the two of them to spend an afternoon in comfortable near-silence while he works and she hands him tools.
they play chess together fairly often, matches that can stretch on for over an hour with barely a word exchanged between them, both perfectly content with the quiet.
Niklas has gotten into the habit of showing up wherever Adelise happens to be training, not to talk, just to be present, and she's learned to read his short, clipped check-ins as exactly the depth of concern they're meant to convey.
when either of them is having a rough day, the other tends to simply show up rather than announce it, a quiet, unspoken agreement neither of them ever actually discussed out loud
დ࿐ ˗ˋ random shit. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › their friendship comes with its own small, specific brand of chaos, mostly of the deadpan variety. Niklas has, more than once, managed to convince Adelise that he was being completely serious about something absurd purely because his delivery never changes, only for her to realize thirty seconds too late that he'd been messing with her the entire time.
there's a long-running, largely one-sided debate between them about whether motorcycles or archery equipment require more maintenance, a conversation that somehow never actually resolves no matter how many times it comes up.
Marise has on multiple occasions tried and failed to get either of them to react to something dramatic, only to be met with identical unbothered expressions, which she finds endlessly frustrating and endlessly funny in equal measure.
Niklas has also taken it upon himself to keep a small, informal list of things Adelise has broken or worn out that he's quietly fixed without ever mentioning it to her directly, a running joke among the rest of the group that he'll deny even exists.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ moments. ·˚𝜗𝜚 𓂃 › beneath the quiet, their friendship carries real depth. there was the evening not long after his grandfather's anniversary when Niklas showed up at Adelise's door without any explanation and simply sat with her while she worked through something of her own, neither of them saying much, both perfectly aware that the company was the entire point.
there's the memory of Adelise finding him in the garage late one night, visibly working through something he hadn't planned on discussing, and rather than pushing him to talk, she simply picked up a tool and started helping, letting him set the pace of the conversation, or the lack of one, entirely on his own terms.
he's shown up for her in similarly quiet ways, appearing outside a room where she'd shut herself away after a hard day, saying nothing, just leaving a cup of tea by the door before disappearing again.
and there are smaller moments too, the rare, genuine laugh Adelise lets slip when Niklas deadpans something perfectly timed, or the quiet, steady look he gives her across a room during something stressful, a silent reminder that he's noticed, and that he's not going anywhere.
