Post by Lukas Bondevik on Mar 4, 2011 15:35:13 GMT -5
LUKAS BONDEVIK
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NAME:[/font] Lukas Bondevik
AGE: 17
GRADE: Junior
NATIONALITY: Norwegian
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- (Brutally) Honest
- Thoughtful
- Intelligent
- (Deep down) Caring
- Polite
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Blunt
- Seemingly emotionless
- Cold
- Snarky/sarcastic
- Quite violent
LIKES:
- His brother
- Mythical creatures
- Reading
- Sweet things
- Plushies
DISLIKES:
- A certain Dane
- Loud noise
- Crowds
- Heat
- Being unorganised
- His hair curl being pulled.
FEARS:
- Loosing his little brother.
- Being completely abandoned.
out of character
NAME: Kirsten, but feel free to call me Kiki~
OTHER CHARACTERS: Iceland, Norway, and countless OCs XD
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
(Iceland, because I’m lame and can’t find a good old rp sample with Norway, and I'm too lazy to write one up >_< /shot)
Iceland knew that the meetings always seemed to stretch on endlessly, especially considering he had the mind of a teenager. Not one he had participated in had gone by in a flash. Granted, that was mostly because he was never really involved in them, being a simple little volcanic island whose main export was fish. Pretty boring, to put it simply. He was usually left to take useless notes, or, if he didn’t get caught, play about on his Ipod, or PSP.
But no; this time, the past few meetings had involved him. Hell, they were practically centred around him; about how he had screwed up. Epically. His three major banks had collapsed, and there wasn’t much he could do about it, plus the great loss of money made him prone to illness. And were the other nations worried about him? No. Almost the complete opposite, in fact. England and Netherland's were constantly at his throat; about when he would be able to repay the money (money which he did not have), to which the older nations always got the same answer from the smaller Nordic;
"No idea."
Though, the nagging had finally begun to die down, especially after the recent eruption of Eyjafjallajökull, the glacial volcano that had left him bedridden for several weeks, leaving his Nordic brothers, specifically Norway, to get notes for him. At least this was one thing the other nations couldn't blame entirely on the Icelander.
Still, this was the first meeting he had attended after illness had gotten the better of him, and he still hadn't fully recovered. But, what really worried him was how England and Netherlands would react when they learned he still hadn't gotten together the money he owed them.
--
America had finally stopped talking about some ludicrous scheme to tackle global warming, and gave the signal that the half hour break had begun. Sighing, the silver haired Icelandic got about sorting through his notes and memos, littered with the odd doodle here and there, as the other nations started to begin their wanderings; catching up with old allies, etc.
A familiar voice purred in his ear. Iceland groaned in exasperation, and turned to face the Brit, violet eyes narrowed. "Look, England. I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again; I don't have the money yet, so can you please leave me alone? I'm a bit busy." he snapped, indicating at the messy piles of paper on his desk.
Iceland knew that the meetings always seemed to stretch on endlessly, especially considering he had the mind of a teenager. Not one he had participated in had gone by in a flash. Granted, that was mostly because he was never really involved in them, being a simple little volcanic island whose main export was fish. Pretty boring, to put it simply. He was usually left to take useless notes, or, if he didn’t get caught, play about on his Ipod, or PSP.
But no; this time, the past few meetings had involved him. Hell, they were practically centred around him; about how he had screwed up. Epically. His three major banks had collapsed, and there wasn’t much he could do about it, plus the great loss of money made him prone to illness. And were the other nations worried about him? No. Almost the complete opposite, in fact. England and Netherland's were constantly at his throat; about when he would be able to repay the money (money which he did not have), to which the older nations always got the same answer from the smaller Nordic;
"No idea."
Though, the nagging had finally begun to die down, especially after the recent eruption of Eyjafjallajökull, the glacial volcano that had left him bedridden for several weeks, leaving his Nordic brothers, specifically Norway, to get notes for him. At least this was one thing the other nations couldn't blame entirely on the Icelander.
Still, this was the first meeting he had attended after illness had gotten the better of him, and he still hadn't fully recovered. But, what really worried him was how England and Netherlands would react when they learned he still hadn't gotten together the money he owed them.
--
America had finally stopped talking about some ludicrous scheme to tackle global warming, and gave the signal that the half hour break had begun. Sighing, the silver haired Icelandic got about sorting through his notes and memos, littered with the odd doodle here and there, as the other nations started to begin their wanderings; catching up with old allies, etc.
A familiar voice purred in his ear. Iceland groaned in exasperation, and turned to face the Brit, violet eyes narrowed. "Look, England. I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again; I don't have the money yet, so can you please leave me alone? I'm a bit busy." he snapped, indicating at the messy piles of paper on his desk.
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