Post by Willem van Gent on Dec 22, 2010 5:38:46 GMT -5
Name: Willem (Wim for short) van Gent [Kingdom of the Netherlands]
Age: 34
Academic Goals:
Year: Fourth year teaching.
Occupation: Teacher Economics. Previously gave workshops in drawing.
Likes:
- Scenery and flowers, especially tulips
- Literature and paintings
- Little animals like bunnies
- Economics
- The sea
- Smoking
- Food as stamppot, vla and oliebollen
- Young women
- Complaining about the weather
- Simplicity
Favourite class: art. He also appreciates language classes.
Dislikes:
- The sea
- Long discussions
- Crowds
- Strangers in general
- Turkey's claim of being the tulip country
- Being told what to do
- Heavy rain
- High heights like mountains
Least favourite class: P.E.; he wasn't really fond of climbing and people telling him he should stop smoking.
Personality:
Willem is a calm, tolerant but somewhat intimidating man - his height certainly helps being intimidating. He comes from the Netherlands, a country in which almost everyone can live in, no matter what gender, nationality, religion, sexual orientation or food tastes. (In 2009, people of 189 different countries lived in Amsterdam, the capital city.) He can't handle crowds of people very well. Fun thing is, his country is rather crowded since it's so small. His calmness is pretty useful in chaotic situations; even when he's afraid, he doesn't show it. Willem is also a strategist; he's very logical and is good at quick making up plans. His visual-spatial ability is also very high. Although he is a calm person, he has very little patience. While he's not as impatient as a certain Austrian, he can't stand long, endless discussions. He isn't really a generous person and hardly a gentleman, but fortunately he knows how to treat a lady.
It's no secret the Dutch people - especially the eastern ones - are a bit like Germans. Rather being alone and having everything neat. He wants everything clean. Tidy. The students have to wipe their feet whenever they enter the classroom. He absolutely hates messy gardens - no overview, no control. He wanted them tidy and clear, wanted to have control over it. If there was anything he hated, it was not having control. About anything. Wim is also sort of an animal friend. He likes rabbits, but cats and dogs, too. Actually, it's a soft guy when you look through the height, the sarcastic comments, direct speech and slightly perverted thoughts about very young women. Don't tell him that, though. He'll murder you.
The Dutchman doesn't really care about health. He drinks, he smokes a lot...well, luckily his food is varied and exercises enough so he doesn't turn into a creepy old man with yellow fingers, no teeth and not being able to go to the third floor by stairs. He also has a tattoo due to being completely drunk once. Oops.
Weaknesses:
Bad Mental Orientation
He gets lost very easily...sigh. It's a miracle he even managed to find the academy.
Addicted
Although Willem doesn't want to admit it, he's definitely addicted to smoking. First he smoked marijuana, and unfortunately, can’t quit with the stuff. However, he knows his responsibilities and tries to keep the use at a minimum. He still smokes a lot of cigarettes a day.
Neurotic
Mwah. Just a bit. Everything has to be tidy. Everything has to be closed, from doors to cupboards. His books has to be arranged alphabetically. Neurotic? Mwah. Barely noticable.
Blunt
He’s down to earth, direct and at times very rude, sometimes not even meaning to.
Strengths:
Calm
When others are panicking, he stays calm, even in the most horrible situations. Doesn't mean he isn't scared at that very moment, he just doesn't show it.
Tolerant
He's pretty easy-going. It doesn't matter how you look like, where you're from or what you're having for dinner, he’ll accept you. He’s not quite the ordinary person, either.
Creativity
Having an portrait artist as mother, he learnt a lot about drawing, painting, literature and even sculpting. He was terrible in sculpting, though.
History:
Willem was born in a friendly environment. His father owned a gardening center and his mother was a freelance artist. He learnt how to appreciate nature, how to take care of flowers and bushes and how to draw. Actually, he was quite a nice boy in primary school, more caring about flowers and drawing than cars and Action Man. The other boys ofcourse, noticed that too, but they left him alone with his interests, Primary school children weren't that judging.
However, when he went to high school, he got laughed at. A guy caring about flowers, that wasn't normal, right? He learnt to kept his mouth shut and instead focused on his classes. In that time, he discovered he wasn't really great in the bèta classes like science and physiscs, but economics was a class he liked. He understood it all pretty easily, also because he always used to watch his father do the administration of his own company. After graduating, he tried to earn a living by giving workshops about drawing, but soon he discovered that wasn't enough to live from. Willem decided to study economics; at this time, he already took care of the accountancy of his dad. To finance his second study - his parents told him he should pay the half of it - he had some parttime jobs, such as writing editor from a magazine and taking care of bouquets at weddings and funerals. At the age of thirty, he successfully applied for the job of teacher.
Sample Post:
After the strange meeting of the Nøkk, Erik Sørensen, he decided he needed a drink. How weird...he never noticed him, never noticed the strange air he felt around the Nøkk, never really heard the melody. Was he that dense or did he just not pay attention to it? Did he assume it was normal? Willem boiled the water and poured some of the instant-coffee in it from Nescafe; it was cheap, it was fast, it was delicious. Putting some sugar in it, he picked up the mug and stared at his flowers. Was the Nøkk right? Was he more an angel than a demon? But he knew he deserved this. He knew he deserved to be stuck on earth; after all, he neglected his siblings. Both of them.
He looked at the wedding corsages and he knew he had to finish them quickly; after all, he had to bring them in the following morning. He put his coffee down, turned the radio on and finished the flower brooches and packed them in a large shoebox. After that; it was almost midnight now, he was pretty tired and thus, turned out the lamps, locked the doors and went upstairs to get some sleep. The following morning he was out of bed rather early, since his costumer requested to deliver it before 8.30 am. Willem sighed; he wasn't really a morning person. Actually, he wasn't a night person either. Just call him a day person. After grabbing the shoebox and putting the bridal bouquet on top of it, he went his way.
Nethergate 66...luckily there were street signs, otherwise he would get himself lost in the town. He wasn't really gifted with a geographical insight and he never really came in this part of the city...he wondered why. After half an hour, he'll know why...
Willem was paying more attention to the street signs than to the windows, but after a while, his eye caught something...strange. A woman. Of course, there wasn't anything strange about a woman, but this wasn't a normal woman. She was standing in front of a window, wearing lingerie and winking at him. Pretending he didn't saw this woman, he walked further, only to discover that the whole street was like this almost naked woman. What...was this? This wasn't a place to hold a wedding at, was it? He now knew where he was. The place for ...sex longing people. People that didn't know love, but just wanted to have...yes, to have sex. And paying for it. Like Maria Magdalena...but times changed...and this was...just filthy.
So...this wedding...do prostitutes marry?
After the strange meeting of the Nøkk, Erik Sørensen, he decided he needed a drink. How weird...he never noticed him, never noticed the strange air he felt around the Nøkk, never really heard the melody. Was he that dense or did he just not pay attention to it? Did he assume it was normal? Willem boiled the water and poured some of the instant-coffee in it from Nescafe; it was cheap, it was fast, it was delicious. Putting some sugar in it, he picked up the mug and stared at his flowers. Was the Nøkk right? Was he more an angel than a demon? But he knew he deserved this. He knew he deserved to be stuck on earth; after all, he neglected his siblings. Both of them.
He looked at the wedding corsages and he knew he had to finish them quickly; after all, he had to bring them in the following morning. He put his coffee down, turned the radio on and finished the flower brooches and packed them in a large shoebox. After that; it was almost midnight now, he was pretty tired and thus, turned out the lamps, locked the doors and went upstairs to get some sleep. The following morning he was out of bed rather early, since his costumer requested to deliver it before 8.30 am. Willem sighed; he wasn't really a morning person. Actually, he wasn't a night person either. Just call him a day person. After grabbing the shoebox and putting the bridal bouquet on top of it, he went his way.
Nethergate 66...luckily there were street signs, otherwise he would get himself lost in the town. He wasn't really gifted with a geographical insight and he never really came in this part of the city...he wondered why. After half an hour, he'll know why...
Willem was paying more attention to the street signs than to the windows, but after a while, his eye caught something...strange. A woman. Of course, there wasn't anything strange about a woman, but this wasn't a normal woman. She was standing in front of a window, wearing lingerie and winking at him. Pretending he didn't saw this woman, he walked further, only to discover that the whole street was like this almost naked woman. What...was this? This wasn't a place to hold a wedding at, was it? He now knew where he was. The place for ...sex longing people. People that didn't know love, but just wanted to have...yes, to have sex. And paying for it. Like Maria Magdalena...but times changed...and this was...just filthy.
So...this wedding...do prostitutes marry?
Personal + Optional
Alias: Leonie, Leo, whatever you want to call me~
Timezone: GMT+1 (Summer: GMT+2)
..I don't really care about the pasta, but the wurst is indeed <3
Favorite Pairings: NL/Belgium, NL/Canada, France/England, Norway/Denmark, Austria/Switzerland
Alternate Characters: Iraq (OC), Greece andSwissforcrack. Also secretly written Ukraine and Denmark, but never really actually roleplayed them.
