Post by Johan Klomp on Aug 13, 2010 20:03:56 GMT -5
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General
name: Johan Klomp (Johan from Alfred J. Kwak's dad's name :'''DD and Klomp means clog in Dutch and is an actual used Last name in the Netherlands, seriously, I am not joking, I am just really easily amused)
age: 25/ 26
Nationality: Dutch
Date of birth: 30th of April, 1922
function: Gymnastics/ Outside activities Teacher
likes: Food that reminds him of home, children (it's not what you think really!), exercising, smoking cigarettes (occasionally switches to pipe if he just wants to relax, or ran out of cigs), gardening (shut up), he also enjoys art (Rembrandt, dammit!)
Dislikes: People making a fuss and bothering him when he's smoking, being out of smokes, people bothering him, students trying to rebel (not cute!)
IC
Personality
He often comes across as unapproachable, tall, looming,childrapist, but he is a good guy at heart. He is the type to sigh and look bothered when asked for help, but he will always answer nonetheless. As a gymnastic teacher he takes his job seriously, as keeping the body fit is important for your studies and well being. He can be a bit stern, he doesn't speak too much. He has a very sarcastic sense of humor he likes to use whenever appropriate. Also, you shouldn't try going against him, very few people can stand up to his harsh glare. He is a bit hard to read as he rarely shows what he's thinking on his face. This is fine though, he'll say what's on his mind out loud anyway. Which is not always too appropriate but he doesn't care to ponder on such things usually.
background story
In the Netherlands, he and his family owned a large farm for their time, they had plenty of everything and business was prospering well. He grew up helping out on the farm every day which resulted in him becoming a rather well built and strong young man and by 15 his height had already reached above that of his father's.
His parents could afford sending him to school regularly, something he only went to with a push in the back from his father. His father never was able to go to school because their farm was smaller and they needed every extra set of hands on the fields back then, no matter how young. And he had always regretted how much this limited in life. All in all, Johan lived a very comfortable and fulfilling life.
Eventually war came and so did their problems. Johan and many other young men from his neighborhood were summoned to the front lines with the upcoming threat from Germany hanging above their heads. After the bombardments of Rotterdam followed the inevitable surrender of the Netherlands, Johan managed to get back to his home to help take care of his family and prepare for what could be coming. Food shortages and people on the run followed. His family, like many other farms, tried to help however they could by giving out food from their farm and shelter the occasional fugitives. Their village wasn't very important to Germany strategically so there were not many soldiers present to ravage it. But Johan still took big risks in getting fake ID's for the victims. But had to stop in fear of his family's well being. On one evening a small knock on the door ended up being enough to shake the simple farmer's household. A woman and what appeared to be her daughter stood in their doorstep as his father opened the door cautiously. Johan was minding a calf in the barn at the time and sprang to his feet, alarmed, at the sound of his father's angry voice and a loud slap. Back in the house he was confronted with his father's fling from years past (with one visibly reddened cheek) and her daughter, no, his half sister. He had not been too shocked, he knew father was a popular man back in his younger days, but also that he was too proud to go back on a promised word. As he had already made a promise to his mother to be married he had broken with the woman and started a different life.
As his parents and the woman discussed about what to do next, Johan's gaze was drawn to his sister. He had not seen her utter a word or her face even, as she seemed to be very drawn to the hands in her lap as she sat on a kitchen chair. For a moment though, she must have felt his gaze as her eyes flashed up and he caught a glimmer of the familiar bright green his own pair held. He had stood up nudged her out of her chair by her arm and taken her to the barn where he told her to help out with the new calf. The woman and his sister, Elise, were allowed to stay at the farm, hidden. They were Jewish, and the whole reason for coming here was to receive shelter from the man who should be responsible for them. His parents had agreed reluctantly. But they all got along somehow, his mother pregnant of a second child came to appreciate the company of another woman in the house as she wasn't allowed to walk as much any more. His father was less content, as he was now feeling both his wife's mood swings and the guilty responsibility he felt for the woman. Johan wasn't used to being a brother yet, but he felt extremely protective of his new little sister. She was adorable and he really cared for her in his own way. There were moments where it felt as if the war was not even present, until disturbing reports and more people on the run started appearing in their village's streets.
At some point, Johan received another letter summoning Johan to the front. Only this time, he would not be fighting for the pride of his country, but for their oppressor. Johan would would have none of that and went into hiding along with others who simply refused. Leaving his sister, his new light, behind all the while gritting his teeth with regret. She had been too young to understand why he had to leave and had been mad and disappointed with him. But he was powerless. They were as sought after as the Jews by this time, labelled as criminals. Some runaway soldiers hid with fake ID's and tried to flee over the border, Johan met and lost many friends whose faces he would never forget. Half way to France, he joined the rebellion but had to flee after their hideout was found and continue his way to France. He hid in attics and farm sheds on his way to Belgium. It was hard, he would travel at night and find a safe hide out by morning, he knew he wouldn't be safe until he reached France so he kept at this routine even there. Near the border it would be even more dangerous as German soldiers stopped at nothing to prevent fugitives from crossing the border to safety. This is where he met up with a woman named Anna and her two children. They were Jewish, and on their way to her uncle's home in Lyon. They would cross the border together. Not everything went as smooth as they had planned though, which ended in Johan pushing the family down in the back of a German officer's car, kicking the driver out and racing though the border blockade with high speed. He didn't stop driving until they were out of gasoline. They were no longer being followed and they just sat there for a while calming their hearts. It took Johan a while to realize the sting in his forehead was from a piece if glass of the car's wind shields sticking in it, luckily, it wasn't as deep. They were found by French villagers who took care of them until their wounds were healed, Anna and her children said their farewells and left for Lyon. And Johan stayed, helping out on a local farm doing the work he knew best. At night he would spend hours by a radio listening to news and changes and glimmers of hope while smoking the farm owner's old pipe.
The end of the war that had seemed to last centuries was finally present and Johan found himself surrounded with festivities. He didn't stay around long enough to participate himself though. He said his goodbyes to the Farmer and his family, and other villagers he had come to be close with over time and immadiately left for home.
Since leaving his home and becoming labelled a fugitive, he had not been able to contact his family about his well being or receive news from them in return and his heart felt heavy with worry of what he could find. His parents, and his new little brother, were fine as could be. Their village was one of the luckier ones and spared of most tyranny from the oppressor. There was a nerve wrecking night where soldiers came to look for him and the other young men he left with. But they had saved themselves by bluffing horribly. Saying their oldest son had already gone missing when trying to fight off the German opposition at the border before the surrender. The soldiers had laughed and left, kicking over his mother's vase on their way out. They told him that the woman and his sister had been forced to flee again. The soldiers could have come to their house at any time to look for Johan, it seemed too risky to stay. They had left to cross the border to France after him. But received no word of them since.
The country had to rebuild, the government was a mess, and people needed provisions and later jobs and money to pick up their lives. Getting a job was hard, after a year of helping his village recover from the blows it had received he decided to travel back to France and look for a job there. He forced himself to give up on his sister, in all this time, there had still not been any word. The thought of his sister's nameless body amongst that of other war victims haunted him. Looking back, going to france for a job might have been his subconscious excuse to go looking for her there himself.
Thanks to his efforts at school, something which he had come to appreciate much more by this time, he was accepted as a teacher at Fond De L'Etang, the school had a certain reputation he was vaguely aware of. But being Johan, he didn't really have enough interest to investigate the baker's wife's gossips.
Extras
I somehow bullshitted my way into an excuse for the scar on his forehead, which I hope was plausible haha. I imagine he has a few more scars on his body from the war but not too many.
RP sample
Moving up his sleeve to look at his watch he looked up again, his attention was drawn towards a happily squealing girl running after a ball, picking it up and throwing it clumsily back at her brother. Johan followed her with his eyes feeling nostalgic. He remembered the times he spent with his younger siblings at the farm. He grimaced and started rummaging through his pocket for a packet of cigarettes. 'Only three left?' he gave a sigh as he lit one up. He wasn't depressed, Johan doesn't do depressed. He was annoyed. He remembered his departure and the big argument he'd had with his sister before he left. She was as stubborn as he was, but while he was a bit bear-like and intimidating, she resembled more of a cat. A very angry (and unreasonable!) wild cat. He took a long drag from his cigarette and lazily leaned against the sign for the bus stop letting his mind drift.
He shook awake when the bus took to a scrapping halt in front of him. As the bus driver merrily tapped his steering wheel to the tune of a song he had stuck inside his head, he tossed his cigarette on the ground putting it out with his foot, picked up his pack with personal belongings and got on. "Where to?" hummed the driver. "Fond De L'Etang" is all he said in reply as he handed the driver money for the ride. "Ahh, good luck to you Sir!" said the driver with a hint of compassion present in his tone. "hm." he nodded and took a seat in the back of the bus.
((/pretending bus drivers can be in a good mood))
((English is not my first language, derp))
OoC
ways to contact you outside of the RP! It's not necessary though.
(sorry :'C not too fond of this, just PM me ormsth)
General
name: Johan Klomp (Johan from Alfred J. Kwak's dad's name :'''DD and Klomp means clog in Dutch and is an actual used Last name in the Netherlands, seriously, I am not joking, I am just really easily amused)
age: 25/ 26
Nationality: Dutch
Date of birth: 30th of April, 1922
function: Gymnastics/ Outside activities Teacher
likes: Food that reminds him of home, children (it's not what you think really!), exercising, smoking cigarettes (occasionally switches to pipe if he just wants to relax, or ran out of cigs), gardening (shut up), he also enjoys art (Rembrandt, dammit!)
Dislikes: People making a fuss and bothering him when he's smoking, being out of smokes, people bothering him, students trying to rebel (not cute!)
IC
Personality
He often comes across as unapproachable, tall, looming,
background story
In the Netherlands, he and his family owned a large farm for their time, they had plenty of everything and business was prospering well. He grew up helping out on the farm every day which resulted in him becoming a rather well built and strong young man and by 15 his height had already reached above that of his father's.
His parents could afford sending him to school regularly, something he only went to with a push in the back from his father. His father never was able to go to school because their farm was smaller and they needed every extra set of hands on the fields back then, no matter how young. And he had always regretted how much this limited in life. All in all, Johan lived a very comfortable and fulfilling life.
Eventually war came and so did their problems. Johan and many other young men from his neighborhood were summoned to the front lines with the upcoming threat from Germany hanging above their heads. After the bombardments of Rotterdam followed the inevitable surrender of the Netherlands, Johan managed to get back to his home to help take care of his family and prepare for what could be coming. Food shortages and people on the run followed. His family, like many other farms, tried to help however they could by giving out food from their farm and shelter the occasional fugitives. Their village wasn't very important to Germany strategically so there were not many soldiers present to ravage it. But Johan still took big risks in getting fake ID's for the victims. But had to stop in fear of his family's well being. On one evening a small knock on the door ended up being enough to shake the simple farmer's household. A woman and what appeared to be her daughter stood in their doorstep as his father opened the door cautiously. Johan was minding a calf in the barn at the time and sprang to his feet, alarmed, at the sound of his father's angry voice and a loud slap. Back in the house he was confronted with his father's fling from years past (with one visibly reddened cheek) and her daughter, no, his half sister. He had not been too shocked, he knew father was a popular man back in his younger days, but also that he was too proud to go back on a promised word. As he had already made a promise to his mother to be married he had broken with the woman and started a different life.
As his parents and the woman discussed about what to do next, Johan's gaze was drawn to his sister. He had not seen her utter a word or her face even, as she seemed to be very drawn to the hands in her lap as she sat on a kitchen chair. For a moment though, she must have felt his gaze as her eyes flashed up and he caught a glimmer of the familiar bright green his own pair held. He had stood up nudged her out of her chair by her arm and taken her to the barn where he told her to help out with the new calf. The woman and his sister, Elise, were allowed to stay at the farm, hidden. They were Jewish, and the whole reason for coming here was to receive shelter from the man who should be responsible for them. His parents had agreed reluctantly. But they all got along somehow, his mother pregnant of a second child came to appreciate the company of another woman in the house as she wasn't allowed to walk as much any more. His father was less content, as he was now feeling both his wife's mood swings and the guilty responsibility he felt for the woman. Johan wasn't used to being a brother yet, but he felt extremely protective of his new little sister. She was adorable and he really cared for her in his own way. There were moments where it felt as if the war was not even present, until disturbing reports and more people on the run started appearing in their village's streets.
At some point, Johan received another letter summoning Johan to the front. Only this time, he would not be fighting for the pride of his country, but for their oppressor. Johan would would have none of that and went into hiding along with others who simply refused. Leaving his sister, his new light, behind all the while gritting his teeth with regret. She had been too young to understand why he had to leave and had been mad and disappointed with him. But he was powerless. They were as sought after as the Jews by this time, labelled as criminals. Some runaway soldiers hid with fake ID's and tried to flee over the border, Johan met and lost many friends whose faces he would never forget. Half way to France, he joined the rebellion but had to flee after their hideout was found and continue his way to France. He hid in attics and farm sheds on his way to Belgium. It was hard, he would travel at night and find a safe hide out by morning, he knew he wouldn't be safe until he reached France so he kept at this routine even there. Near the border it would be even more dangerous as German soldiers stopped at nothing to prevent fugitives from crossing the border to safety. This is where he met up with a woman named Anna and her two children. They were Jewish, and on their way to her uncle's home in Lyon. They would cross the border together. Not everything went as smooth as they had planned though, which ended in Johan pushing the family down in the back of a German officer's car, kicking the driver out and racing though the border blockade with high speed. He didn't stop driving until they were out of gasoline. They were no longer being followed and they just sat there for a while calming their hearts. It took Johan a while to realize the sting in his forehead was from a piece if glass of the car's wind shields sticking in it, luckily, it wasn't as deep. They were found by French villagers who took care of them until their wounds were healed, Anna and her children said their farewells and left for Lyon. And Johan stayed, helping out on a local farm doing the work he knew best. At night he would spend hours by a radio listening to news and changes and glimmers of hope while smoking the farm owner's old pipe.
The end of the war that had seemed to last centuries was finally present and Johan found himself surrounded with festivities. He didn't stay around long enough to participate himself though. He said his goodbyes to the Farmer and his family, and other villagers he had come to be close with over time and immadiately left for home.
Since leaving his home and becoming labelled a fugitive, he had not been able to contact his family about his well being or receive news from them in return and his heart felt heavy with worry of what he could find. His parents, and his new little brother, were fine as could be. Their village was one of the luckier ones and spared of most tyranny from the oppressor. There was a nerve wrecking night where soldiers came to look for him and the other young men he left with. But they had saved themselves by bluffing horribly. Saying their oldest son had already gone missing when trying to fight off the German opposition at the border before the surrender. The soldiers had laughed and left, kicking over his mother's vase on their way out. They told him that the woman and his sister had been forced to flee again. The soldiers could have come to their house at any time to look for Johan, it seemed too risky to stay. They had left to cross the border to France after him. But received no word of them since.
The country had to rebuild, the government was a mess, and people needed provisions and later jobs and money to pick up their lives. Getting a job was hard, after a year of helping his village recover from the blows it had received he decided to travel back to France and look for a job there. He forced himself to give up on his sister, in all this time, there had still not been any word. The thought of his sister's nameless body amongst that of other war victims haunted him. Looking back, going to france for a job might have been his subconscious excuse to go looking for her there himself.
Thanks to his efforts at school, something which he had come to appreciate much more by this time, he was accepted as a teacher at Fond De L'Etang, the school had a certain reputation he was vaguely aware of. But being Johan, he didn't really have enough interest to investigate the baker's wife's gossips.
Extras
I somehow bullshitted my way into an excuse for the scar on his forehead, which I hope was plausible haha. I imagine he has a few more scars on his body from the war but not too many.
RP sample
Moving up his sleeve to look at his watch he looked up again, his attention was drawn towards a happily squealing girl running after a ball, picking it up and throwing it clumsily back at her brother. Johan followed her with his eyes feeling nostalgic. He remembered the times he spent with his younger siblings at the farm. He grimaced and started rummaging through his pocket for a packet of cigarettes. 'Only three left?' he gave a sigh as he lit one up. He wasn't depressed, Johan doesn't do depressed. He was annoyed. He remembered his departure and the big argument he'd had with his sister before he left. She was as stubborn as he was, but while he was a bit bear-like and intimidating, she resembled more of a cat. A very angry (and unreasonable!) wild cat. He took a long drag from his cigarette and lazily leaned against the sign for the bus stop letting his mind drift.
He shook awake when the bus took to a scrapping halt in front of him. As the bus driver merrily tapped his steering wheel to the tune of a song he had stuck inside his head, he tossed his cigarette on the ground putting it out with his foot, picked up his pack with personal belongings and got on. "Where to?" hummed the driver. "Fond De L'Etang" is all he said in reply as he handed the driver money for the ride. "Ahh, good luck to you Sir!" said the driver with a hint of compassion present in his tone. "hm." he nodded and took a seat in the back of the bus.
((/pretending bus drivers can be in a good mood))
((English is not my first language, derp))
OoC
ways to contact you outside of the RP! It's not necessary though.
(sorry :'C not too fond of this, just PM me ormsth)
