Post by Mathias Jørgensen on Aug 19, 2010 13:06:14 GMT -5
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General
name:Mathias Jørgensen
age:17
Nationality:Danish
Date of birth:June 5
function; student
likes: Beer, hearty laughter, people, party times, Vikings, having style, being bad ass, pretty womenand men, Denmark.
Dislikes:Being told what to do, being hit by something he was hitting on, nature, all work no play, being confused, when he tries to look but ends up looking like a complete idiot, not understanding stuff, being confused.
IC
Personality
Mathias is a man with faults, for starters he's completely thick, some would say dense. It's the sort of stupidity that is with someone no matter how much you educate them; That sort of mix of innocence and obliviousness to just about everything. Very laid back and under the ethos of all play all the time, his perky and exuberant nature never shies away from a dangerous or risky situation if the possibility of a good time is optional. Not stubborn but no pushover either. His bravery is debatable, it's difficult to know if he's brave or just stupid. A very loyal friend. Often bluntly honest, though mostly not intended to offend or upset, he's not a boy who hides how he feels, he more emotional thinking than logical thinking, follows his heart and such. Actually quite the pervert, tries to be chivalrous, fails hard at it.
Very loud too, often annoying.
background story
Mathias had a pleasant childhood, his father was a laid back roguish sort of chap and had the mightiest moustache in all of Denmark. Mr.Jorgensen had been a soldier but had now settled into the life of a Journalist. He was a family man, a loving man. The sort of Dad whose introduced at the start of a Disney film and you know they're going to die at some point with a dark reprise of an earlier song.
Mrs.Jorgensen was a cheerful lady, sadly it was all a façade and she was actually suffering with schizophrenia that got steadily worse as the years went on. But none the less a loving mother, even if she did make Mathias into a big old Mommy's Boy.
Yes, all was well until The invasion of Denmark in 1940. It wasn't terrible of course, Denmark fared pretty well. Slowly however things began to change his father would come home late, tired even scared or paranoid. Strangers who spoke in code would pass through to be fed and watered, his father would argue with his mother about things other than broken plates or the fact he'd forgotten to get the bread. Dangerous things, things about sabotage and spying. The young man had started to become suspicious and curious of his father's activities. By which time it was 1944 and Mathias noticed something else.
A girl. A very pretty girl. Her name was Tomine, and Mathias reached the conclusion that he must get to at least 2nd base with this fine Norwegian dame. And he totally got their after much slapping, many months of attention and flower giving. He didn't care if people thought Tomine was a creepy emotionless girl, he thought her quite lovely.
However one night a stranger that spoke in strange code told him his father had been caught by Gestapo for being a member of the resistance. At which point Mathias understood everything and began to prepare for a daring rescue. Tomine didn't like this idea. Understandable Mathias would of only achieved his own death, however he was set on going. So Tomine pushed him down the stairs, and it really fucking hurt. The Dane found he couldn't stand without great pain, oddly enough he forgave Tomine for this. She nursed him back to health much to his mother's insistence that only she should do it, but Mrs.J was in not fit state to take care of her Son after the violent loss of her husband.
Bones healed, pain faded and Mathias was fighting fit again and really wanted to show his beautiful girlfriend that he was all man...unfortunately he discovered that his girlfriend was also all man. Mathias vaguely remembers spewing some seriously ugly shit at the boy who'd posed as his girlfriend. But he mostly remembers feeling betrayed by the one he might of maybe loved and also being disgusted that he'd felt another guy's penis.
The Norwegian homosexual did not approve and gave him a concussion, later when he mother found him he told her everything. Mrs.J did not approve and went to see the other boy's mother. Mathias never gave it a second thought.
Near the end of the Nazi occupation his mother went missing, he assumes her dead. He lived on his own until a friendly group of Canadians (He mistook them for American soldiers at first.) sent him to a boarding school in France.
He comes to Fond de l'Etang expecting nothing but a fresh start and maybe a happy ending.
Extras
-Stronger than he looks.
-Has no idea what's happened the past five years due to his derpyness.
RP sample
(Can I use a Denmark post I wrote recently at another forum?)
Mathias smiled quite content in his own obliviousness, hey, he was proud and why shouldn't he be? The blond did not hear the snort of laughter from the...other blond, he supposed he'd have to nick name this little feller...oh. Little Feller then. “Yes! I am totally exited!” he confirmed punctuating his words with another gulp of beer, “Ever thought of being a prostitute? Men pay loads to sleep with guys like you.” Not that Mathias was interested in buying a whore, REAL MEN DON'T PAY FOR IT. (Or, incidentally wear shirts. See, there is a reasonable explanation for everything Mathias does, did and ever will do.) The Dane was also unaware of the Pole's actual profession, after all, prostitutes never bothered with Mathias if they realised who he was, because he never paid them, not because Mathias was tight with money, because he genuinely had no idea that at the time they were prostitutes, so afterwards they'd ask him to pay up and he'd be like 'LOLWHUT?' and just leave, or steal his stuff. “I SHOULD see you in a dress sometime!” Mathias nodded taking another sip of beer.
But then, Mathias got distracted by the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen walk up to the bar and sit on a stool to order a beer, I mean okay, it was a man, but men can be beautiful. “I'm sorry Little Feller, I shall have to finish talking to you later.” he told the Pole before shuffling towards to other beautiful-blond sitting at the bar. Mathias' internal monologue was getting confused with all these blonds everywhere. The derp stared at the Norwegian for maybe about twenty-minutes just drinking his beer trying to think of something to say to him, preferably clever and interesting. I mean, he could guarantee interesting, but could he deliver clever? While he stared at the man, if you listened closely you could hear Close to You by the Carpenters and in certain light you may be able to see flowers, sparkles and other poetic imagery. So there he was, leaning on his arm, cheek in palm staring wistfully at this pretty blond boy.
As his fifth beer arrived (the fourth had missed most of his mouth while he stared at the man intently) the Dane had made a firm decision on his pick up line, it was perfect, now all he had to do was to deliver it with all the skill and charisma of a dashing Merchant, he stood up straight before slinging an arm drunkenly around the blond's shoulders and wobbling quite a lot, “You.” he slurred, “Did you...Did you...” he took a long gulp of his beer, “You're really pretty. Like...mayb-maybe the most beautiful person I've ever seen. You m-make my-” he hiccuped “heart pound and stuff. I mean your hair is so pretty like...” Mathias settling his drink down and began to feel his victim's hair, “It's really soft!” he grinned drunkenly his pick up line forgotten long ago.
The merchant parked his fine-Danish-ass on the stool next to him, “I'm Mathias J-J-Jorgensen” he managed to slur out, “You might of heard of me, I'm aware I'm a living legend” he gave a grin before remembering his pick up line, “So...yeah your hair is so pretty and...I want to ask you an important q-question. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Oh yeah, he was so in there, no one could resist the charms of Mathias 'DENMARK' Jorgensen, he finished his fifth beer and quickly motioned for a sixth which he quaffed about half of the drink spectacularly and slammed in back down on the bar and gave his most charming look. And considering the amount of alcohol in his system, the look wasn't very charming at all.
OoC
ways to contact you outside of the RP! It's not necessary though.
MSN:ask
AIM: ask
Yahoo!:n/a
Email:the.w.wabbit@googlemail.com
Skype: n/a
General
name:Mathias Jørgensen
age:17
Nationality:Danish
Date of birth:June 5
function; student
likes: Beer, hearty laughter, people, party times, Vikings, having style, being bad ass, pretty women
Dislikes:Being told what to do, being hit by something he was hitting on, nature, all work no play, being confused, when he tries to look but ends up looking like a complete idiot, not understanding stuff, being confused.
IC
Personality
Mathias is a man with faults, for starters he's completely thick, some would say dense. It's the sort of stupidity that is with someone no matter how much you educate them; That sort of mix of innocence and obliviousness to just about everything. Very laid back and under the ethos of all play all the time, his perky and exuberant nature never shies away from a dangerous or risky situation if the possibility of a good time is optional. Not stubborn but no pushover either. His bravery is debatable, it's difficult to know if he's brave or just stupid. A very loyal friend. Often bluntly honest, though mostly not intended to offend or upset, he's not a boy who hides how he feels, he more emotional thinking than logical thinking, follows his heart and such. Actually quite the pervert, tries to be chivalrous, fails hard at it.
Very loud too, often annoying.
background story
Mathias had a pleasant childhood, his father was a laid back roguish sort of chap and had the mightiest moustache in all of Denmark. Mr.Jorgensen had been a soldier but had now settled into the life of a Journalist. He was a family man, a loving man. The sort of Dad whose introduced at the start of a Disney film and you know they're going to die at some point with a dark reprise of an earlier song.
Mrs.Jorgensen was a cheerful lady, sadly it was all a façade and she was actually suffering with schizophrenia that got steadily worse as the years went on. But none the less a loving mother, even if she did make Mathias into a big old Mommy's Boy.
Yes, all was well until The invasion of Denmark in 1940. It wasn't terrible of course, Denmark fared pretty well. Slowly however things began to change his father would come home late, tired even scared or paranoid. Strangers who spoke in code would pass through to be fed and watered, his father would argue with his mother about things other than broken plates or the fact he'd forgotten to get the bread. Dangerous things, things about sabotage and spying. The young man had started to become suspicious and curious of his father's activities. By which time it was 1944 and Mathias noticed something else.
A girl. A very pretty girl. Her name was Tomine, and Mathias reached the conclusion that he must get to at least 2nd base with this fine Norwegian dame. And he totally got their after much slapping, many months of attention and flower giving. He didn't care if people thought Tomine was a creepy emotionless girl, he thought her quite lovely.
However one night a stranger that spoke in strange code told him his father had been caught by Gestapo for being a member of the resistance. At which point Mathias understood everything and began to prepare for a daring rescue. Tomine didn't like this idea. Understandable Mathias would of only achieved his own death, however he was set on going. So Tomine pushed him down the stairs, and it really fucking hurt. The Dane found he couldn't stand without great pain, oddly enough he forgave Tomine for this. She nursed him back to health much to his mother's insistence that only she should do it, but Mrs.J was in not fit state to take care of her Son after the violent loss of her husband.
Bones healed, pain faded and Mathias was fighting fit again and really wanted to show his beautiful girlfriend that he was all man...unfortunately he discovered that his girlfriend was also all man. Mathias vaguely remembers spewing some seriously ugly shit at the boy who'd posed as his girlfriend. But he mostly remembers feeling betrayed by the one he might of maybe loved and also being disgusted that he'd felt another guy's penis.
The Norwegian homosexual did not approve and gave him a concussion, later when he mother found him he told her everything. Mrs.J did not approve and went to see the other boy's mother. Mathias never gave it a second thought.
Near the end of the Nazi occupation his mother went missing, he assumes her dead. He lived on his own until a friendly group of Canadians (He mistook them for American soldiers at first.) sent him to a boarding school in France.
He comes to Fond de l'Etang expecting nothing but a fresh start and maybe a happy ending.
Extras
-Stronger than he looks.
-Has no idea what's happened the past five years due to his derpyness.
RP sample
(Can I use a Denmark post I wrote recently at another forum?)
Mathias smiled quite content in his own obliviousness, hey, he was proud and why shouldn't he be? The blond did not hear the snort of laughter from the...other blond, he supposed he'd have to nick name this little feller...oh. Little Feller then. “Yes! I am totally exited!” he confirmed punctuating his words with another gulp of beer, “Ever thought of being a prostitute? Men pay loads to sleep with guys like you.” Not that Mathias was interested in buying a whore, REAL MEN DON'T PAY FOR IT. (Or, incidentally wear shirts. See, there is a reasonable explanation for everything Mathias does, did and ever will do.) The Dane was also unaware of the Pole's actual profession, after all, prostitutes never bothered with Mathias if they realised who he was, because he never paid them, not because Mathias was tight with money, because he genuinely had no idea that at the time they were prostitutes, so afterwards they'd ask him to pay up and he'd be like 'LOLWHUT?' and just leave, or steal his stuff. “I SHOULD see you in a dress sometime!” Mathias nodded taking another sip of beer.
But then, Mathias got distracted by the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen walk up to the bar and sit on a stool to order a beer, I mean okay, it was a man, but men can be beautiful. “I'm sorry Little Feller, I shall have to finish talking to you later.” he told the Pole before shuffling towards to other beautiful-blond sitting at the bar. Mathias' internal monologue was getting confused with all these blonds everywhere. The derp stared at the Norwegian for maybe about twenty-minutes just drinking his beer trying to think of something to say to him, preferably clever and interesting. I mean, he could guarantee interesting, but could he deliver clever? While he stared at the man, if you listened closely you could hear Close to You by the Carpenters and in certain light you may be able to see flowers, sparkles and other poetic imagery. So there he was, leaning on his arm, cheek in palm staring wistfully at this pretty blond boy.
As his fifth beer arrived (the fourth had missed most of his mouth while he stared at the man intently) the Dane had made a firm decision on his pick up line, it was perfect, now all he had to do was to deliver it with all the skill and charisma of a dashing Merchant, he stood up straight before slinging an arm drunkenly around the blond's shoulders and wobbling quite a lot, “You.” he slurred, “Did you...Did you...” he took a long gulp of his beer, “You're really pretty. Like...mayb-maybe the most beautiful person I've ever seen. You m-make my-” he hiccuped “heart pound and stuff. I mean your hair is so pretty like...” Mathias settling his drink down and began to feel his victim's hair, “It's really soft!” he grinned drunkenly his pick up line forgotten long ago.
The merchant parked his fine-Danish-ass on the stool next to him, “I'm Mathias J-J-Jorgensen” he managed to slur out, “You might of heard of me, I'm aware I'm a living legend” he gave a grin before remembering his pick up line, “So...yeah your hair is so pretty and...I want to ask you an important q-question. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Oh yeah, he was so in there, no one could resist the charms of Mathias 'DENMARK' Jorgensen, he finished his fifth beer and quickly motioned for a sixth which he quaffed about half of the drink spectacularly and slammed in back down on the bar and gave his most charming look. And considering the amount of alcohol in his system, the look wasn't very charming at all.
OoC
ways to contact you outside of the RP! It's not necessary though.
MSN:ask
AIM: ask
Yahoo!:n/a
Email:the.w.wabbit@googlemail.com
Skype: n/a
