Post by Mathias Karlsen on Mar 4, 2011 11:47:10 GMT -5
MATHIAS KARLSEN
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I'm the King of the North!![/center]
NAME:[/font] Mathias Karlsen
AGE: Eighteen
GRADE: Junior (Failed his last grade and needs to retake)
NATIONALITY: Danish
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Talkative - A boy who just loves to talk about himself and his hobbies, but also about those who he's close to.
- Mellow - a bit of a softie at times. He just loves to bake and create new, wonderful cakes.
- Kind - Cares dearly for those he is close to.
- Protective - He is very protective of his friends. Offend them and you'll have to deal with him.
- Friendly - He is a guy who just wants to try and be friends with almost everyone.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Immature - Always pulling pranks on friends and enemies alike.
- Rough - Rather rough physically and verbally.
- Stubborn - Very stubborn and will try to get his point and/or view across to others, no matter what it is
- Noisy - Very loud and likes to proclaim the most pointless of things at the top of his lungs.
- Easily distracted - He has a short attention span and will mostly drift off into his own world when in the middle of most classes.
LIKES:
- Baking (Pasties and humongous cakes in particular)
- Axes
- Causing some trouble
- Beer
- Norway
DISLIKES:
- Curfews
- Detention
- Bad cooking
- Being banned from beer
- Being dejected by Norway
FEARS:
- Loosing those very dear and close to him. After the split of the Kalmar Union he sees this chance of starting again as someone normal makes him want such a painful and horrible time never to occur again.
- Ultimately doing something terrible which will ruin his own life scares him. Like, fatal illness or even causing his own death from his own mistakes.
out of character
NAME: Ashley but you can just call me Ashu, Amis-Amai or Denny!
OTHER CHARACTERS: I usually roleplay as Japan, Hong Kong, Korea and of coarse, Denmark!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
CONTAINS MILD SWEARING.
The Dane took a long swig of his fifth beer of the night. Though, a stomach full of beer would not fill an empty heart.
Weeks previously his great union between his fellow Nordics collapsed. The Kalmar Union. Not wanting Norway to see his failure he gave him away to that God dammed Sweden. Now he was even worse than before.
He was drastically loosing weight and day by day would drown himself in any alcohol he could afford. He would always indulge in a beer or two every few weeks, just as a reward for working so well. Something to drink whilst sitting back and relaxing for the week. But now it was an addiction. A way to numb his feelings. Instead of worrying about the world around him, a few bottles of Calsberg would blur everything onto one, warm feeling inside.
But then that would manifest into something else. Something he never wanted to be.
Iceland, Greenland and Farores were the only ones he would not give up from his control. But they would not dare stay in the same home as Denmark.
The Dane would change from a laughing, drunken heap into a cruel, cold-hearted man.
Iceland happened to be the unfortunate one to witness it.
Denmark staggered home, kicking the door closed behind him and making his way into the main room. He just sat and began to rave and rant angrily about the world, how Sweden and Finland were the fault of him being alone and his ultimate union to be shattered into pieces. Once Iceland thought it was safe to check on him, that's when things went down hill.
"Why did they leave me?! They were happy!! Remember the good times?!"
Denmark harshly grabbed onto the Icelander's shoulders and shook him. "I done so much for them! So fucking much!! Now what do I get?!"
"D-Danmark--"
"They all leave me!!" He released Iceland from his grip and rested his hand on the wall to keep his balance. "Every single fucking one of them leave me! I even bet Norge is doing fine with Sweden! The cheating bastard!"
Iceland turned on Denmark. "Don't you dare talk about him like that! You have no right!!"
The Dane growled, grabbing onto the silver haired boy's shirt and violently slamming him into the door. "No right to say? How the hell do you know?!" he leans in closer to fully glare down. "I know it's true! He's a cheating, lying bastard!" Denmark released him and proceeded to pass the room.
He stopped and looked upwards towards the ceiling, placing a hand through his wild hair and laughing. "Hah...I bet you are too, ain't ya Icey? You admire him and look up to him so I bet you are the same as him!" he quickly pivots around and lands a hard punch to the younger boy, sending him into the wall. "You're all the same!!!" he began to kick the fallen boy in the chest, landing a kick after every word. "Every. Single. One. Of you!!"
A sickening crush was heard and the boy screamed, signifying that one or several of his ribs have been broken. He sobs, spitting out the blood building in his mouth. "W-w-when Nor...hears about this...he'll..."
"Hmph. Do what?" A dark look overtakes the Dane's face. "Sweden ain't gonna let him go easily. You're stuck with me~"
Weeks previously his great union between his fellow Nordics collapsed. The Kalmar Union. Not wanting Norway to see his failure he gave him away to that God dammed Sweden. Now he was even worse than before.
He was drastically loosing weight and day by day would drown himself in any alcohol he could afford. He would always indulge in a beer or two every few weeks, just as a reward for working so well. Something to drink whilst sitting back and relaxing for the week. But now it was an addiction. A way to numb his feelings. Instead of worrying about the world around him, a few bottles of Calsberg would blur everything onto one, warm feeling inside.
But then that would manifest into something else. Something he never wanted to be.
Iceland, Greenland and Farores were the only ones he would not give up from his control. But they would not dare stay in the same home as Denmark.
The Dane would change from a laughing, drunken heap into a cruel, cold-hearted man.
Iceland happened to be the unfortunate one to witness it.
Denmark staggered home, kicking the door closed behind him and making his way into the main room. He just sat and began to rave and rant angrily about the world, how Sweden and Finland were the fault of him being alone and his ultimate union to be shattered into pieces. Once Iceland thought it was safe to check on him, that's when things went down hill.
"Why did they leave me?! They were happy!! Remember the good times?!"
Denmark harshly grabbed onto the Icelander's shoulders and shook him. "I done so much for them! So fucking much!! Now what do I get?!"
"D-Danmark--"
"They all leave me!!" He released Iceland from his grip and rested his hand on the wall to keep his balance. "Every single fucking one of them leave me! I even bet Norge is doing fine with Sweden! The cheating bastard!"
Iceland turned on Denmark. "Don't you dare talk about him like that! You have no right!!"
The Dane growled, grabbing onto the silver haired boy's shirt and violently slamming him into the door. "No right to say? How the hell do you know?!" he leans in closer to fully glare down. "I know it's true! He's a cheating, lying bastard!" Denmark released him and proceeded to pass the room.
He stopped and looked upwards towards the ceiling, placing a hand through his wild hair and laughing. "Hah...I bet you are too, ain't ya Icey? You admire him and look up to him so I bet you are the same as him!" he quickly pivots around and lands a hard punch to the younger boy, sending him into the wall. "You're all the same!!!" he began to kick the fallen boy in the chest, landing a kick after every word. "Every. Single. One. Of you!!"
A sickening crush was heard and the boy screamed, signifying that one or several of his ribs have been broken. He sobs, spitting out the blood building in his mouth. "W-w-when Nor...hears about this...he'll..."
"Hmph. Do what?" A dark look overtakes the Dane's face. "Sweden ain't gonna let him go easily. You're stuck with me~"
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