09-02-2017, 06:26 AM
Peter Kristoffersen (kept his name after marriage)
Age: 29
Height: 6'4 (1.93)
Weight (pre pregnancy): 264 (120)
Short brown hair with a slight hint of red if you looked for it
Blueish green eyes
A small flat bit at the base of his nose from breaking it in college
Raised in the suburbs to a upper middle class (emphasis more in the upper) with his older brother. His parents had grown up in the rural countryside but managed to work their way to the top of some new businesses to bring them their new wealth. Being a gifted athlete, Peter received a full athletic scholarship to attend a university, which through creative use of summer classes and red shirting he was able to turn into an MBA. He has a loving and caring heart but has a bit if a competitive side and is sometimes too proud to don't when he's overwhelmed. He now runs his own consulting firm specializing in startups and local business development. He prefers to take on the traditionally masculine roles of the family dynamic because he loves his family and wants to provide for and support them. When his family was struggling to conceive, he took on the role to help grow the family. He has since had two kids, Anna (5) and Michael (3) and is currently 3 months pregnant with his third
Peter, who is never a morning person and has been deprived his morning coffee by his pregnancy, comes downstairs to the kitchen, grumpier then usual. He goes directly to the fridge and pours two glasses of chocolate milk and hands one to Jacob. "I heard you last night. This is the only thing that I could stomach with the shitty morning sickness I went through with Michael. Should help soothe it and at least make the heartburn die down a bit." Peter then moved over to Gideon and gently pushes him out of the way as he starts to make breakfast for everyone. "Stick to writing.. Let the people who know what they're doing worry about the cooking"
Age: 29
Height: 6'4 (1.93)
Weight (pre pregnancy): 264 (120)
Short brown hair with a slight hint of red if you looked for it
Blueish green eyes
A small flat bit at the base of his nose from breaking it in college
Raised in the suburbs to a upper middle class (emphasis more in the upper) with his older brother. His parents had grown up in the rural countryside but managed to work their way to the top of some new businesses to bring them their new wealth. Being a gifted athlete, Peter received a full athletic scholarship to attend a university, which through creative use of summer classes and red shirting he was able to turn into an MBA. He has a loving and caring heart but has a bit if a competitive side and is sometimes too proud to don't when he's overwhelmed. He now runs his own consulting firm specializing in startups and local business development. He prefers to take on the traditionally masculine roles of the family dynamic because he loves his family and wants to provide for and support them. When his family was struggling to conceive, he took on the role to help grow the family. He has since had two kids, Anna (5) and Michael (3) and is currently 3 months pregnant with his third
Peter, who is never a morning person and has been deprived his morning coffee by his pregnancy, comes downstairs to the kitchen, grumpier then usual. He goes directly to the fridge and pours two glasses of chocolate milk and hands one to Jacob. "I heard you last night. This is the only thing that I could stomach with the shitty morning sickness I went through with Michael. Should help soothe it and at least make the heartburn die down a bit." Peter then moved over to Gideon and gently pushes him out of the way as he starts to make breakfast for everyone. "Stick to writing.. Let the people who know what they're doing worry about the cooking"