Post by denmark on Nov 13, 2010 18:08:35 GMT -5
Character Name: MIKKEL SØRENSEN
Country: Kongeriket Danmark || Kingdom of Denmark
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Staff or tourist: Tourist
If staff, what job? N/A
Likes:
- Freshly baked pastries
- Getting drunk with friends
- Coffee
- The sea
- Football
- The snow
- Also enjoys singing, but don't ask him to, he sucks.
Dislikes:
- Being told what to do
- Losing anything he deems his
- Losing in general
- Being overlooked, or made fun of
- Getting painted as a fool
Personality:
Fiery, and bright, Mikkel is an energetic and hates stagnation of any kind. He could be many things, silly and inappropriate, dopey and sometimes slow on the intake. Depending on the situation, he could also be determined, hard-headed and intelligent.
Mikkel is incredibly volatile, prone to abrupt changes to temperament. He is capable of experiencing the emotions from polar opposites of the spectrum in one single minute.
Another point to consider is that in addition to being incredibly open minded about anything, he also expects everyone else to be. He is very loose mouthed when it comes to voicing his opinions of other people. He can come off as racist through his jokes, but it's usually lighthearted and unintentional.
A staunch companion and dangerous adversary, it's best not to get onto his bad side.
History:
Born to two good natured Danish parents, Mikkel had a relatively happy childhood. His parents took acedemic education to be imperative to his future, and flew him across all the continents, hoping that he would gain inspiration from seeing all the great wonders of the world. Unfortunately, though inspired, Mikkel never really bothered to get into studying until his senior high school years. He was more caught up with his own hedonistic pleasures and that of his various partners. It wasn't even once that he had crossed the wrong side of the law. His parents would have had a heart attack if they knew the double life he lead at such a young age.
Eventually, the detrimental effects of his lifestyle was starting to show as his health was deteriorating along with his school marks. Mikkel was an egoist, he hated how much his addiction with instantaneous gratification was ruining his life. And as it were with addicts, he could never get out of the never-ending spiral of ecstasy, then sharp pain in the same minute. He was close to falling into clinic depression and suicide when his parents found out. It all but saved his life. Their love, support and forgiveness was what he needed in his life. This was when he started studying. Started afresh, as it were.
Time went on and he majored in economics in university, gaining fair marks whilst still upholding a surprisingly wide social life. That was, until he was inducted into a Swedish organization that dealt with flat pack furniture. This company was named IKEA, and he rapidly climbed to become the Director of public relations. By then, he forgot what the word “hedonistic” meant. It was all networking and finance, and he forgot about taking long drawn out holidays and visiting family on the weekends. It was about climbing the corporal ladder.
//Then// he met the Swede. Berwald Oxenstierna. This affected him on two levels, one on a professional level, and another on a personal level. Firstly, he held the man in high regard for his quality work, but second off, on the personal level, Berwald fascinated him. His presence made emotions he had long since quelled resurface, and suddenly Mikkel was his fiery self again.
Roleplay Sample:
[ So out of context I'm almost cringing. But I only ever RP Denmark in a historical setting so. ]
Mikkel was impressed. Within only two hours time, they had managed to transform the solemn, imposing hall into a colorful display of celebration and renown. The whole country was technically invited, but with the Swedish and Danish nobels taking their due seats, there were only a peasants in their midst. He knew it was all for show anyway - a gesture of the amnesty they had offered, and of feelings of congeniality towards the people of Sweden. Traditional Nordic tapestries had being hung up on the great rood screens, with embroideries that told of great tales from their shared ancestry. The Swedes, upon seeing this grand display, felt cheered. Perhaps the two nations could coincide after all. And the Dane was pleased with this, even if those who really mattered didn't feel it.
The pews that had dominated most of the church had being replaced by hundreds of intricately carved chairs, and three, long banquet tables were laid between them, empty as of yet. There, at the apse, right under the steps of the alter, a much smaller, but infinitely more ornate table stood. Mikkel sat on the King's left hand side, and Berwald on the right. They were the ambassadors of their respective country, and in practice, it didn't give them as much status as they held, but being a couple of thousands of years old had it's perks. Mikkel had wanted a seat next to Berwald, but the King declined the notion, thinking it was best to let the Bishop allocate their seating. He wondered whether they had talked yet - and talked properly, not the polite nonsense that was customary between them.
Swishing the blood red wine in his glass between his forefingers, he let his gaze travel to the said nation. Berwald was silent, and evidently brooding. This was such a stark contrast to the arch bishop that sat beside his, merry making with a fair noble.
"...Mikkel? Did you hear what I just said?" His King, Christian, asked with an arched eyebrow. The Dane blinked and quickly tore his gaze away from Sweden.
"Y-Yes, sorry. I was just... looking around." He took a tiny swig from his glass, and licked his lips appreciatively. The wine had exceeded his expectations. "...What were you saying again?"
As they leap back into matters of state, Denmark felt his gaze being constantly drawn back to the Swede and that frown of his. Was it just his imagination, or did it seem even more furrowed?
"...Perhaps we should expand in that direction then, in that case?" he said, chuckling absentmindedly. ( and was that even possible to look more intimidating than he already did... )
Christian replied in kind; "Of course, potentially, the merchants there are simply grand in their expenditure. But we must remember - that pressing issue of time hasn't diminished any-"
A cheer from the crowd disrupted his tirade, and the King looked up to see servants scuttling in, with large barrowloads of mead. Christian laughed heartily, and stood up. "Perhaps," he said to the company at large, "perhaps we should start!"
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OoC Information
Name: Ophelia
Timezone: GMT+10
Experience: Various.
Contact information: PM
Anything else? Marshmallows.
