Post by Mathias Jørgensen on Jan 9, 2011 17:01:25 GMT -5
Name: Mathias Jørgensen
Country/ Code Name: Mathias 'Denmark' Jørgensen
Age: 36
Gender: Male.
Affiliation: Military...somehow. On America's airship.
----If pirate: N/A
Ship Positions: First mate and general toady.
Likes:
Rowdy Bars – Den likes to party. Particularly in shady bars with dodgy patrons. Or any bar. Den likes a drink and doesn't discriminate between a posh waterhole and the roughest bar since the term 'dodgy side of town' existed.
Women,Men – Because when you're as 'charming' as Den you take it where you can get it.
Axes- Den felt he didn't make much of an impact in the memories' of his enemies with just a dashing grin and cape. So he spent time mastering the art of Axe wielding.
Pirates when not on the job, attractive military personnel, getting a bit tipsy.
Working for America – He hated it at first, but he learnt to love it.
People in General – He's a cheerful bloke and a friend to all men, yes, even Pirates. Even during battle. Sure, he'll kill you, but it's not personal.
Dislikes:
Being told to settle things peacefully – Because this isn't fun. A lack of fun in any situation tend to make him feel bored. However his definition of 'fun' normal means 'dangerous'.
Nature – Freaks him out.
A certain English Pirate – Though dislike is not accurate, his attitude towards him comes off as strong burning hatred. Really he just wants to beat him up a bit. England probably doesn't even know what he did wrong to Denmark and Denmark doesn't remember...
Thinking – It's not his strong suit.
Job Skills: navigation training, a lack of common sense, a good knowledge of axes.
Personality and short background:
Mathias is an extremely boisterous bruiser, one would wonder why this natural buccaneer ended up being in the military If you asked him, he'd tell you that he's not actually a military man, he's just America's first mate and goes along with whatever he does, now shut up and get him a beer. Sure being Pirate gets you glory and fame, but unless you're really good at it; money isn't going to be in a steady supply and he tried to be a Merchant but he's just awful at running his own business and just isn't an option for someone as derpy as Mathias. As well as boisterousness and Stupidity, he's also very loud, he literally has no indoor voice. The universe also happen to hate him and treat him as a cosmic plaything.
He's would be a Casanova if he wasn't such a creep, but doesn't realise he's a creep, he thinks he's charming. So this basically makes him a (wo)manizer. He's a pretty laid back guy if he has a choice between doing something Safely but it taking an hour or doing the same task only Dangerously and it taking 5 minutes, he'd do it the dangerous way.
Mathias grew up in Danmag; his father a Freelance Merchant, his mother a Whore. Mathias grew up with the other accidents in his small town learning how to pick-pocket and gamble. Gambling actually served him very well, it took him all over the world and gave him many anecdotes. That is until a fateful poker game with a young man from the American Free-states and lost everything including his free-time. He must be America's generally toady/body guard/first mate until he dies. Luckily, America's not such a bad guy so he doesn't mind taking orders from him.
RP sample:
Blood was rushing to Mathias' head, that was his first thought upon regaining consciousness, concluded that he must be hanging upside down. He opened is eyes, it was dark. That was extremely not very good. The Dane extended his arms above (Below?) and found his hands pressed against the cold ground. This was good. (It was good wasn't it? It meant he wouldn't plunge to his death.) Normally the blond would attribute this kind of situation to alcohol and yes, alcohol had played a part, but it had been curiosity that killed the cat. Not ten tequila slammers.
He'd been in the bar, he'd just popped in for a drink or fifteen and he was having an enjoyable relaxing night when he'd spied some shifty looking characters. Normally he'd of ignored this but you see, America (Or Meri, as he called him) had been yammering on justice and being a hero, it had made Mathias really excited so he'd begun to eavesdrop. It really went downhill from there, he heard awful tales of smuggling and plunder...he...he should really give these guys what for.
Against all common sense Mathias had kept a close eye on these shifty gentleman until he found himself following them down a dark alleyway, sadly, stealth was not his strong point. The Dane had tripped and loudly cursed in Danish. The smuggler's turned and quickly surrounded him, but that's okay, because He totally had a way to get out of this. “Jeg taler ikke noget Engelsk!!” he cried rather scared. It was a lie, he spoke perfect English.
“Vi er Dansk.” the shortest of the four stated blankly raising an eyebrow. Which suddenly made perfect sense...of course they were Danish...they were talking way to loudly in a public place for that sort of thing...
”...Ah...shit.” he had groaned before he'd been hit over the head.
And that's how he'd ended up here. Now he need to get out...The Dane wriggled a bit and found he was being connected by his ankles with rope. He attempted to do a sit up so he could reach it. He felt around in the dark until he discover the ropes was slung around a meat hook, which was attached to a metal pole. With some fiddling he mangaged to unhook himself...and landed on the concrete floor...hard.
Afrer he recovered from his rough landing he made his way to his feet, he felt dizzy at first because the blood was rushing away from his head. Mathias began to feel his way to a doorway, he fumbled for the handle and pulled it open and he found the streets of Londonium.
Maybe he should tell someone about this? I mean he'd just been kiddnapped and stuff...Maybe he should go to the Doctor? Then he saw the bar and decided to have a drink instead.
OOC Information
[People are likely to want to RP outside the board, so give them ways to contact you]
Name: Beth, but Den is okay.
Timezone: Greenwich Meantime
Aim/msn/skype/email: the.w.wabbit@googlemail.com (Also my AIM) Please ask for MSN.
