Post by Muky on Apr 11, 2011 22:01:19 GMT -5
Lars Van Der Zant/Netherlands
[/i]“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day” – Vincent Van Gogh[/center]
NAME:[/font]Lars Van Der Zant
AGE:18
GRADE:Senior
NATIONALITY:Dutch
POSITIVE TRAITS:
Any one of Lars’ traits could be considered positive or negative, it really depends on which side of him you meet. He’s described as the ‘tsundere’ type, meaning he will initially be cold, or even hostile towards someone upon first meeting, and then showing his warmer side and being himself over time. He also has a very strong sense of self judgement; basically if he doesn’t like you, he won’t warm up to you. People who haven’t stuck around long enough to see Lars really come out of his shell and be himself might see him as a person full of negative traits, whereas someone who Lars is comfortable with and has been around might see him as the opposite.
- good with children
- lively
- logical
- quick thinker
- leading
- old fashioned – this could really be determined as either a negative or positive, Lars is a very traditional person, someone who would rather read the book than watch the movie, but is also ignorant and unwilling to try out newly developed technology
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- solemn
- neat freak
- headstrong
- awkward
- stingy
- (very) competitive
LIKES:
- order
- cute things
- flowers (tulips)
- kids – mainly young girls/women, he has what is called a lolicon (Lolita Complex)
- weed
- cooking
DISLIKES:
- Spain
- mess
- modern gadgets
- losing
- confiscation of his pharmaceutical vegetation – people taking away his weed, but he likes to keep it classy
FEARS:
- foreigners or strangers of his politics or culture
- the world ending (doomsday)
out of character
NAME:Muky, or Matt is fine with me :)
OTHER CHARACTERS: I will have (or have, depending on what point in time this is read) another application in for Canada, have played Japan before, and play TRNC. I’ve also dabbled with England.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
((This isn't so much a roleplay sample as it is a writing sample, this being the first time I've played Netherlands. If this is a problem please let me know!))
The room filled comfortably with that sweet, herby smell, complete with its own murky layer of smoke. A chuckle from somewhere deep in the base of Lars’ throat sounded against the dingy white plaster walls.
He sat at the foot of his own bed, casually wringing the sheets around his long, pale fingers on one hand as his eyes danced about his surroundings. In the other hand he toyed with a newly rolled joint, still red hot with a coil of smoke spinning from one end. His eyes came to rest on a part of the wall where the white chalky material was chipping away to reveal the old wallpaper beneath it.
The Dutchman’s eyebrows knit as his vision swam. In reality, the paper really only consisted of a simple navy geometric pattern, and he knew that. Although now, he only saw wavy lines that resembled the shapes. Well, sort of. Another chuckle, another puff. His head lolled backwards to rest on the bed and his lips turned into a smile, baring a flawless set of pearly whites.
“Yeh, high as a kite, Lars”, laughing again to himself. He blew smoke rings up into the ceiling fan.
Crawling into bed, he hung his scarf neatly on his headboard, a routine action that he could act on, even when absolutely, ridiculously baked. Ridding himself of the joint, he pulled the duvet over his head and stretched out his legs. His thoughts strayed to other days, places, people...namely a Kiku Honda. Another grin tugged coyly at the edges of his mouth.
Kiku was a good kid. Submissive, but all in all a good kid. Lars found his company enjoyable, well, more so than some others. Others like that stupid Sadik, always mumbling something about sweets and his national sport. Oil wrestling, by the way. Lars’ skin crawled at the thought.
The dirty blonde ran a hand through his choppy, styled hair and tousled the spikes, causing them to come loose. He supposed Japan enjoyed his company too. Well, Kiku was always keen to note on how Lars smelled obscenely like marijuana whenever they spent time together, and how he was ignorant on seeing any new innovations the Oriental had recently finished. Lars rolled his emerald eyes at the idea of a portable computer, laptop, did they call it? Kiku might have to give that one a rest.
The weed, really couldn’t have been that bad. Backtracking to his routine hanging of his scarf, he defended himself. It wasn’t like he’d been incapable of acting like a proper human being.
I can walk, talk, be classy. What more could you ask for.
The room filled comfortably with that sweet, herby smell, complete with its own murky layer of smoke. A chuckle from somewhere deep in the base of Lars’ throat sounded against the dingy white plaster walls.
He sat at the foot of his own bed, casually wringing the sheets around his long, pale fingers on one hand as his eyes danced about his surroundings. In the other hand he toyed with a newly rolled joint, still red hot with a coil of smoke spinning from one end. His eyes came to rest on a part of the wall where the white chalky material was chipping away to reveal the old wallpaper beneath it.
The Dutchman’s eyebrows knit as his vision swam. In reality, the paper really only consisted of a simple navy geometric pattern, and he knew that. Although now, he only saw wavy lines that resembled the shapes. Well, sort of. Another chuckle, another puff. His head lolled backwards to rest on the bed and his lips turned into a smile, baring a flawless set of pearly whites.
“Yeh, high as a kite, Lars”, laughing again to himself. He blew smoke rings up into the ceiling fan.
Crawling into bed, he hung his scarf neatly on his headboard, a routine action that he could act on, even when absolutely, ridiculously baked. Ridding himself of the joint, he pulled the duvet over his head and stretched out his legs. His thoughts strayed to other days, places, people...namely a Kiku Honda. Another grin tugged coyly at the edges of his mouth.
Kiku was a good kid. Submissive, but all in all a good kid. Lars found his company enjoyable, well, more so than some others. Others like that stupid Sadik, always mumbling something about sweets and his national sport. Oil wrestling, by the way. Lars’ skin crawled at the thought.
The dirty blonde ran a hand through his choppy, styled hair and tousled the spikes, causing them to come loose. He supposed Japan enjoyed his company too. Well, Kiku was always keen to note on how Lars smelled obscenely like marijuana whenever they spent time together, and how he was ignorant on seeing any new innovations the Oriental had recently finished. Lars rolled his emerald eyes at the idea of a portable computer, laptop, did they call it? Kiku might have to give that one a rest.
The weed, really couldn’t have been that bad. Backtracking to his routine hanging of his scarf, he defended himself. It wasn’t like he’d been incapable of acting like a proper human being.
I can walk, talk, be classy. What more could you ask for.
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