Post by grargll on May 14, 2011 23:02:40 GMT -5
Name: Lukas Bondevik
Age: 20
Occupation: Leader of Scandinavia; Rivals of Britannia.
Background and Personality: Generally quiet, irritable and quick to resort to violence, Lukas often found himself alone up until the formation of Scandinavia. However, this hadn't bothered him as he was naturally independent and reclusive. He grew up with neglectful parents and exposure to domestic violence which played a large part in his (lack of) social and emotional development. After being subject to abuse on countless occasions, he began to try to build a barrier around himself, locking everyone out in order to avoid getting hurt again. This barrier was built out of mostly rage and anger towards his previous abusers which leads to extreme violent outbursts at times. He is persistent and will do whatever it takes to get what he needs done, no matter the risks involved. Lukas is not an alcoholic or a drug addict; however he will do both on occasion.
RP sample: Prompt: Receiving a threatening note in a college dorm.
Lukas awoke to the echoing sound of paper being crammed under the wooden door of his small dorm room. Whoever was attempting this certainly wasn't trying very hard to be discreet about it. He sat up; sighing then pulling himself up off the couch where he had fallen asleep late the night before. Rubbing his eyes; he kicked an empty bottle as he stumbled to the door, head pounding and breath still fairly shallow.
His knees ached as he crouched to pick up the crumpled paper just on the inside of the door. Slowly he unfolded it and scowled at what had been scrawled there:
“L,
If you don't fucking pay me back for all that Dagga by tomorrow morning I swear to fucking god I will slit your fucking throat.
-Abel”
He tossed the paper to the ground and stood straight; walking to the dresser and yanking the drawer open, shoving things around; looking, searching. There was no way that Lukas would be able to pay him back in time, thanks to that moron, Matthias. His fingertips grazed across the smooth leather of his switchblade, pulling it out of the drawer and tucking it safely into his back pocket; he was not at all willing to let something petty like this stop him from following through with his planned events. Ever.
((Sorry it's not long and as good as everyone elses' ; A ;
I've been writing it in between homework and I noticed the date and realized it was very close to being late.. =3=;;;;; ))
Age: 20
Occupation: Leader of Scandinavia; Rivals of Britannia.
Background and Personality: Generally quiet, irritable and quick to resort to violence, Lukas often found himself alone up until the formation of Scandinavia. However, this hadn't bothered him as he was naturally independent and reclusive. He grew up with neglectful parents and exposure to domestic violence which played a large part in his (lack of) social and emotional development. After being subject to abuse on countless occasions, he began to try to build a barrier around himself, locking everyone out in order to avoid getting hurt again. This barrier was built out of mostly rage and anger towards his previous abusers which leads to extreme violent outbursts at times. He is persistent and will do whatever it takes to get what he needs done, no matter the risks involved. Lukas is not an alcoholic or a drug addict; however he will do both on occasion.
RP sample: Prompt: Receiving a threatening note in a college dorm.
Lukas awoke to the echoing sound of paper being crammed under the wooden door of his small dorm room. Whoever was attempting this certainly wasn't trying very hard to be discreet about it. He sat up; sighing then pulling himself up off the couch where he had fallen asleep late the night before. Rubbing his eyes; he kicked an empty bottle as he stumbled to the door, head pounding and breath still fairly shallow.
His knees ached as he crouched to pick up the crumpled paper just on the inside of the door. Slowly he unfolded it and scowled at what had been scrawled there:
“L,
If you don't fucking pay me back for all that Dagga by tomorrow morning I swear to fucking god I will slit your fucking throat.
-Abel”
He tossed the paper to the ground and stood straight; walking to the dresser and yanking the drawer open, shoving things around; looking, searching. There was no way that Lukas would be able to pay him back in time, thanks to that moron, Matthias. His fingertips grazed across the smooth leather of his switchblade, pulling it out of the drawer and tucking it safely into his back pocket; he was not at all willing to let something petty like this stop him from following through with his planned events. Ever.
((Sorry it's not long and as good as everyone elses' ; A ;
I've been writing it in between homework and I noticed the date and realized it was very close to being late.. =3=;;;;; ))