Name: Kyösti Blomgren
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality: born Finnish, grew up and lived in Sweden
Intelligence: Average
Physical Condition: Good. Quite fast and agile, but not very strong.
Magical Abilities: Yes. Finnish mage. Can yell at a radio to make it work (works 3/4 times), cast a few spells (works 2/3 times) and sense trolls about as good as cats do. His luonto is a white-tailed deer.
Immunity: Yes.
Training: Grandfather taught him what magic he knows. Joined Swedish army. Worked mostly with demolition experts and has some little skill with explosives. Not much good with guns or in close combat, but still able to hit a troll with a handgun if he waits for it to come close enough. Is really good at tracking, and very good at running away from his problems trolls. Able to fix a radio if broken. Speaks Swedish, and is still fluent in Finnish.
Appearance: Fluffy short black hair and black eyes. Rather skinny (twig-like), and of average height.
Personality: Very nice and polite guy. He isn't very interested in other people, but is trying to be on good terms with everybody, especially his comrades. The result of his quiet but nice behavior is him being good acquaintances with people. He has a very weak stomach when it comes to blood and gore. During the time serving, he got used to blood, but trolls make him very sick very much.
History: His parents were Finnish, but his father had a bad case of death. Mother remarried to a Swedish man and moved there with him and the rest of her family, mainly because it was slightly safer and she and her father were not immune, which is how Kyösti got a Swedish last name. The Swede was a military man and a solid dad, so when he was 15, Kyösti joined the military as well. He was planning to be a communication officer, since he could get through troll static pretty well, but his superiors noticed that he was a solid walking troll detector. One unsuccessful transfer request later, and he started training to be a Day Scout.
At first, when he realized how weak his stomach was, he begged medics to give him something to cure himself so that he doesn't throw up after (or during) every fight or run-in with a troll. Medics dismissed him, claiming he will get used to it with time, and for a while it seemed he was getting better.
After he collapsed once during setting up explosives with the Demolition Experts, they finally realized he wasn't eating before going out to stop himself from being sick. They at last gave him tablets for calming down his stomach, and long instructions that can be summed up to: "EXPENSIVE. USE AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE."
His colleagues in the army used to make some fun of him because of all that, but he didn't really mind, most of the time joining them and cracking jokes about it as well.
