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Post by [. lennart .] on Dec 11, 2005 11:17:13 GMT
Name: Lennart Marc Dullaert
Age: nineteen
Home before the crash: France - Reims
Occupation before the crash: university student + helping out in the kitchen of a restaurant at weekends, and part-time battle ready swords-dealer
Physical Description:
- Eye Color – pale blue
- Hair Color and Style – black & shaggy, a bit the emo-style [he isn’t emo, but I don’t know another way to describe it]
- Signature – Zacky Vengeance [Avenged Sevenfold]
Brief Description: Standing at 5ft9, Lennart isn’t exactly what you’d call a petite guy. His body looks fragile, because he’s rather skinny, but don’t let that fool you. He is stronger than he looks. He’s got a right eyebrow piercing, lower lip snake bite, and tattooed arms. His skin is extremely pale, but he doesn’t dislike it. He just likes pale, because he tends to associate tanned with the r&b artists on tv, who – that’s what he thinks about it – don’t have any morals. He usually wears either dark jeans, or black baggy trousers, a studded leather belt, crimson or dark green hoodies, a black jacket, and a dark green baseball cap.
Personality: At first, a quiet young man, because he's pretty unsure of himself, but already after a first meeting he opens up - easily hiding his shyness under an unbreakable mask. Has a dry sense of humour, but really likes to joke, or make ironic comments. He's pretty much a rebel, likes his independency, and therefore doesn't believe in 'something greater than humans'. He's a cookie addict [not really, he just loves them], and thus he won't go anywhere without at least a few cookies. He's an occasional 'social drinker & smoker', but only does it with the intention of having fun, or when he feels stressed. Then he might need a cigarette to calm him down, or a joint to cheer him up. He can enjoy solitude, but doesn't want to be all alone all day either. He likes people who aren’t too quiet or too loud, who don’t think they’re better than others, and he absolutely despises people who are powerful but take advantage of their strength, whether it be physical strength or not.
He has quite a few fears, and isn’t afraid to show them. He can’t help it, can he ? He is scared of open spaces, for some stupid reason he thinks monsters are going to appear and attack him all of a sudden, without him being able to hide somewhere; he’s also terrified of heights – even of standing on a chair; and he dislikes water. He’s not really scared of it, he just doesn’t like it. Lennart himself doesn’t even know why. But he can swim, as they always had to in primary & high school.
History: He has always been small till he reached the age of seventeen, and always got called 'dwarf' at school by the real tall ones. But he has never been one to let others treat him like dirt, so he learned to fight with words, as physical fights often didn't turn out the way he wanted. As he started to grow, his strength did as well, even though he has never used it to hurt others - well, maybe just a few times. Hating his shyness, he always accompanied his friends when they went to parties, gigs or festivals, and just ignored the uncomfortable feeling he usual got. Despite of being the bullied one, he did have a large group of friends, but only a few close ones. When he wasn't the small dwarf anymore, he took the roll of protector on his shoulders, because after all, he knew what it was. After he graduated in high school, he went to the university, along with a few friends, the ones he had explored the ‘darker side’ of life in the meanwhile. Well, not really darker, but the more illegal things of life. Like swords. As he had always been fascinated by them [and the old lost times, as he likes to call it], he got introduced to the art of fencing at the age of twelve, got in the semi-finals of the world championships last year, and now he buys and sells battle ready swords.
Why he was on the flight: shipping a foil to an important customer. He had just delivered one in Sydney and was now heading to Los Angeles. He was supposed to meet the customer's messenger there, give the man the foil, and the man would give him his money. The fact of Lennart bringing the foil personally to the messenger, shows the importance of the customer. Yes, he hates planes, but he would do anything for money.
Crash site: 2. Jungle
Itinerary: A pocket knife, a pencil, a red marker, a small notepad, a half packet of cookies, and of course, the foil & its leather sheath. []
Strengths: he’s very good at fencing, has got quite some stamina, and can make people laugh if he himself is in a good mood.
Weakness: his fear of open spaces and heights, his imagination [linked to the fear of open spaces: his mind can create monsters at any time] & his curse to be able to even get lost in a three-room studio.
Sample Post
Icy blue eyes fluttered open. White hands pushed a fragile frame up, slowly. The male blinked a few times, and looked around, seeing nothing but trees around him. No people, no plane, no nothing. Was this heaven ? Or hell, seeing as the black haired young man wasn’t exactly what you’d call an angel. But on the other hand, he didn’t belive in heaven and hell. Was this afterlife then ? Or, he just wasn’t dead. Not yet anyway. Were there any other survivors of the plane crash ? For if not, Lennart would have a problem. He wasn’t able to survive on his own, he had been born and raised in the city, and had never even seen a forest like this, apart from the images in books he read every now and then, curious about them. And if there were any, they better speak English, or even better, French. For Lennart’s English wasn’t the best ever. He had this horrible French accent, and often couldn’t find the right words. Sure, he had always had good grades for all the languages he had taken during his school time, but that didn’t matter. You didn’t learn to speak a language fluently. The only way you could learn it, was by actually going to a foreign country, and try to improve while staying there.
Slowly, Lennart stood up, but didn’t stop studying his surroundings. Until another thought crossed his mind. Immediately his hands dove into his pockets, searching for something. His cell phone. He needed to call Mr. R.’s messenger, or the man himself, to notify them. He would be late. The man would be very displeased, for sure. And if he didn’t want to lose one of his most important customers, he would have to reduce the price. Just great. Ah, there it was. His right hand pulled out the mobile, and he pressed the button. A few words flashed by on the screen before it went blank again.
Merde !
Tones escaped the male’s voice boxes, shaking his skull. Now what to do ? He couldn’t tell anyone of his delay. People better start looking at him soon, or else . . . Or else what ? It wasn’t like Lennart could do anything . . . He was stuck on who knows where, with absolutely no ways to get in touch with people at home. He could really use a cigarette right now. But of course, he didn’t have any with him. Who had thought he would need one at this relaxing trip, a few hours away from the precious money ?
His spheres spotted something lying at the ground, just a few metres away from him. Ah, his foil, in a muddy expensive sheath. At least he hadn’t lost the valuable thing. He bent down and picked it up, and after trying a few times, he managed to attach it to his studded belt, which wasn’t made to carry swords. After shooting a last glance behind him, Lennart started walking, not knowing where to, but he did know, that staying here wasn’t an option. He had to go and look for other survivors. Or something to drink. He didn’t have anything with him. Merde, he was stupid.
Fantastic character, looking forward to having him on the site, get playing and have fun..
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