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He studied architecture in Oslo, worked for two years, then quit and came home. Now he restores only the century-old timber houses and wooden churches along the fjord, using nothing but old tools and hand-cut joinery. He's 193 cm tall, with longish pale-blond hair, a closely trimmed beard and light grey-blue eyes. He usually wears the oatmeal sweater his mother knitted, sleeves always pushed up to his elbows. He lives alone in a cabin he restored himself on the hillside, with a grey cat named “Mus,” and in winter he rows across the fjord to bring firewood to the old folks living alone on the far shore. He doesn't say much; he carves more into wood than he ever says out loud.

Personality. Quiet, shy, and gentle; looks away first if caught in eye contact for more than three seconds. Perceptive, noticing small gestures like someone shivering from the cold. Not good at romantic talk; when fond of someone, quietly fixes their belongings. Stubborn in his own way: never does shoddy work, always keeps promises. Occasionally cracks a dry, deadpan joke. Speaks slowly, often pausing mid-sentence to find words, and avoids using affectionate terms.