Post by Mathias Aggerholm on Aug 20, 2010 12:45:34 GMT -5
Character's Name: Mathias Aggerholm (any suggestions?)
Character's Age: 29.
Gender: Male
Desired Faction: Raiders
Character Description: Mathias is still pretty much taller than average, although slightly skinnier now, after all the bombings. He still has the same arrogant grin of always, even if his blue eyes now look slightly dull and his spiky hair, now a bit whiter on some parts, lost a few strands. Scars are all over his torso, like a railroad map, and they weren't as purple as now before the war - mostly because he stopped caring about them. Still, he's pretty much the same Dane we all know.
Outfit/Weapons: He walks around dressed in a dark-green trench coat that has a slight protection against radiation, one of those useless things he bought on a random page on the internet simply because it was too cheap, and cargo pants, filled with pockets where he hides pretty much everything he wants, mostly supplies and bullets. Under the coat he keeps a simple red shirt (that by now looks quite pinkish, since it's so worn out) and wears boots up to his knees. His weapon is a Finnish rifle, a Sako TRG-22 sniper rifle ( world.guns.ru/sniper/sn22-e.htm ) he got a bit before the war started – it came with a small mocking note, that even bad shooters like him could use it; He didn’t find it funny, but simply smiled and nodded for the consideration.
Personality: Arrogant, loud, bossy and most of the time obvlious, Mathias is your typical all-muscles-no-brain-but-still-the-boss guy. Chill, he can think rationally too (and he's quite good at this), but that's only until he loses his already much too short temper. Then, he'll follow his instincts and that's it. He doesn't speak in a low or serious voice, unless it's necessary, and is rare to see the Dane without his much too familiar grin. However, the war weakened him, he's not as loud, and with his family apparently nowhere to be found, he's not as happy. But, give the guy some time, yes? And beer.
Strengths: He's at his best with a big, sharp axe, or any heavy blade for the matter. He can be a good strategist too, and cheer up the mood of a group is piece of cake here.
Weaknesses: Incredibly slow to get innuendos or subtle things. Mathias' mind doesn't work that way, he's too... mathematic for that. He also tends to think everything works his way, and will only work if he's on control. He has a sensitive spot for beer too, especially now.
History: Mathias doesn’t remember much from the early days of war, his vain attempts to hold neutrality that only resulted in bombings, not directly on his land, but that still got him pretty down. Once awake in what was left of his once mighty country, Mathias’ first reaction was to start looking for his people – he was still alive, they’d surely be there. With little strength, he managed to gather a small number of Danes and Wastelanders, and thus, set for building subterranean tunnels all over what was left of the island. Sure this took time and energy, and for a long while he remained locked in a fallout shelter, offering guidance to the few Danes he found, remaining in safety contrary to the urges he had to simply ignore everything and chase after his brothers.
200 years later, however, he hears some vague, faint news that his family might as well be still alive, and so, he sets out as a raider to find them. It’s just a matter of time now…
Additional Information: He hid his giant battleaxe in a cave, somewhere in Denmark. Only he knows of it, and you’ll be a dead man if you ask - Poor Mathias became slightly paranoid of someone finding it and taking it away, so he locked it up carefully. He also has been a good 150 years without beer, which left the man quite beaten.
RP Sample: Sand and dead trees, that was all he saw. Denmark was no more, and that he had learned long ago, the moment that bomb… Mathias gulped, shaking his head as he looked around what once was Vejle, Jutland – he didn’t see even a hint of civilization there. Sure, he had set everything down below, building tunnels connecting some cities and and what used-to-be-cities pretty much like the roads and rails he once had. Mathias knew his land by heart, of course, so he had been able to dig. He had no mountains, and when you can’t go up, down is the way to go.
The tall Dane sighed, smiling a bit as he clung to the rifle on his hand, admiring his progress. He couldn’t say he did a bad work. Sure, to whoever looked, this was just waste, nameless lands, but he was proud to say he had built a cunning system under earth. But enough of it, he thought mentally as he shook his head, walking to one of the entrances to his subterranean kingdom. He threw himself down, fixing his coat before so, and crawled into a hole, falling into the dump. He grinned, standing up a bit later as he shook his messy hair, laughing to be back ‘home’ and started making his way to what would eventually lead him to Århus.
“Mr. Aggerholm! Aggerholm!” He heard a young, boyish voice call him name. He knew that voice, Lars Bendtsen, one of the few Danes he got to work as ‘walking newspaper’.
“Yeah, Lars?” Mathias hummed, grinning and turning to face the boy, his grip on the rifle quickly easing. “Tell me what you got there.” He waved a finger, narrowing his eyes a bit.
“I found news from overseas. Apparently, hints of Swedes have been seen up the mountains!” He beamed, looking up at the tall man. Lars had brown hair, olive eyes, nothing like the stereotypes, but reliable still. “And a man was seen heading down, maybe towards Uppsala, not sure…” a small shrug ended his sentence, but Mathias needed no more.
He quickly pulled a map, raising one eyebrow at the tunnels he had. Where was he? Vejle. Where to go? Either Götborg or Helsingborg. The latter was easier to reach. He licked his lips, mentally drawing his route, and then… Then there was Mathias no more. It was the opportunity to start gathering his family, he couldn’t waste more time than he had, not anymore.
OOC Info
Name: Gabs. But if you say ‘hey, you’, it’s okay too.
Age: 17
Introduction: your bored student of always, lurking in another rp - I also rp Portugal on a plurk community, and Norway on another forum, just mentioning. Oh, and Portuguese is my first language, so if you ever want to know anything, just ask! =w=”
Skype, email, extra contact info: msn: madgirl-l@hotmail.com (tell me who you are, or I'll probably ignore you.)
Character's Age: 29.
Gender: Male
Desired Faction: Raiders
Character Description: Mathias is still pretty much taller than average, although slightly skinnier now, after all the bombings. He still has the same arrogant grin of always, even if his blue eyes now look slightly dull and his spiky hair, now a bit whiter on some parts, lost a few strands. Scars are all over his torso, like a railroad map, and they weren't as purple as now before the war - mostly because he stopped caring about them. Still, he's pretty much the same Dane we all know.
Outfit/Weapons: He walks around dressed in a dark-green trench coat that has a slight protection against radiation, one of those useless things he bought on a random page on the internet simply because it was too cheap, and cargo pants, filled with pockets where he hides pretty much everything he wants, mostly supplies and bullets. Under the coat he keeps a simple red shirt (that by now looks quite pinkish, since it's so worn out) and wears boots up to his knees. His weapon is a Finnish rifle, a Sako TRG-22 sniper rifle ( world.guns.ru/sniper/sn22-e.htm ) he got a bit before the war started – it came with a small mocking note, that even bad shooters like him could use it; He didn’t find it funny, but simply smiled and nodded for the consideration.
Personality: Arrogant, loud, bossy and most of the time obvlious, Mathias is your typical all-muscles-no-brain-but-still-the-boss guy. Chill, he can think rationally too (and he's quite good at this), but that's only until he loses his already much too short temper. Then, he'll follow his instincts and that's it. He doesn't speak in a low or serious voice, unless it's necessary, and is rare to see the Dane without his much too familiar grin. However, the war weakened him, he's not as loud, and with his family apparently nowhere to be found, he's not as happy. But, give the guy some time, yes? And beer.
Strengths: He's at his best with a big, sharp axe, or any heavy blade for the matter. He can be a good strategist too, and cheer up the mood of a group is piece of cake here.
Weaknesses: Incredibly slow to get innuendos or subtle things. Mathias' mind doesn't work that way, he's too... mathematic for that. He also tends to think everything works his way, and will only work if he's on control. He has a sensitive spot for beer too, especially now.
History: Mathias doesn’t remember much from the early days of war, his vain attempts to hold neutrality that only resulted in bombings, not directly on his land, but that still got him pretty down. Once awake in what was left of his once mighty country, Mathias’ first reaction was to start looking for his people – he was still alive, they’d surely be there. With little strength, he managed to gather a small number of Danes and Wastelanders, and thus, set for building subterranean tunnels all over what was left of the island. Sure this took time and energy, and for a long while he remained locked in a fallout shelter, offering guidance to the few Danes he found, remaining in safety contrary to the urges he had to simply ignore everything and chase after his brothers.
200 years later, however, he hears some vague, faint news that his family might as well be still alive, and so, he sets out as a raider to find them. It’s just a matter of time now…
Additional Information: He hid his giant battleaxe in a cave, somewhere in Denmark. Only he knows of it, and you’ll be a dead man if you ask - Poor Mathias became slightly paranoid of someone finding it and taking it away, so he locked it up carefully. He also has been a good 150 years without beer, which left the man quite beaten.
RP Sample: Sand and dead trees, that was all he saw. Denmark was no more, and that he had learned long ago, the moment that bomb… Mathias gulped, shaking his head as he looked around what once was Vejle, Jutland – he didn’t see even a hint of civilization there. Sure, he had set everything down below, building tunnels connecting some cities and and what used-to-be-cities pretty much like the roads and rails he once had. Mathias knew his land by heart, of course, so he had been able to dig. He had no mountains, and when you can’t go up, down is the way to go.
The tall Dane sighed, smiling a bit as he clung to the rifle on his hand, admiring his progress. He couldn’t say he did a bad work. Sure, to whoever looked, this was just waste, nameless lands, but he was proud to say he had built a cunning system under earth. But enough of it, he thought mentally as he shook his head, walking to one of the entrances to his subterranean kingdom. He threw himself down, fixing his coat before so, and crawled into a hole, falling into the dump. He grinned, standing up a bit later as he shook his messy hair, laughing to be back ‘home’ and started making his way to what would eventually lead him to Århus.
“Mr. Aggerholm! Aggerholm!” He heard a young, boyish voice call him name. He knew that voice, Lars Bendtsen, one of the few Danes he got to work as ‘walking newspaper’.
“Yeah, Lars?” Mathias hummed, grinning and turning to face the boy, his grip on the rifle quickly easing. “Tell me what you got there.” He waved a finger, narrowing his eyes a bit.
“I found news from overseas. Apparently, hints of Swedes have been seen up the mountains!” He beamed, looking up at the tall man. Lars had brown hair, olive eyes, nothing like the stereotypes, but reliable still. “And a man was seen heading down, maybe towards Uppsala, not sure…” a small shrug ended his sentence, but Mathias needed no more.
He quickly pulled a map, raising one eyebrow at the tunnels he had. Where was he? Vejle. Where to go? Either Götborg or Helsingborg. The latter was easier to reach. He licked his lips, mentally drawing his route, and then… Then there was Mathias no more. It was the opportunity to start gathering his family, he couldn’t waste more time than he had, not anymore.
OOC Info
Name: Gabs. But if you say ‘hey, you’, it’s okay too.
Age: 17
Introduction: your bored student of always, lurking in another rp - I also rp Portugal on a plurk community, and Norway on another forum, just mentioning. Oh, and Portuguese is my first language, so if you ever want to know anything, just ask! =w=”
Skype, email, extra contact info: msn: madgirl-l@hotmail.com (tell me who you are, or I'll probably ignore you.)
