Post by Lars Van Dyke on Nov 1, 2011 1:20:44 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Lars Van Dyke
Street Name: Van
(( Pronounced 'Vaa + On', After his Last name and Van Gogh ))
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age: Twenty Five (( April 30, 1986 ))
Bitch or Homie: Homie B(
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]
Where you from?: Flevoland, Holland
Whatchoo do?: Struggling Artist / Barista / Drug Dealer
Who you be reppin?: Bratza
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do:
Lars can be very cold, calculating and a bit ruthless in the perspective of a rather shady lifestyle. He thinks nothing of experimenting with different drugs, and just as particularly, thinks nothing of engaging in rather 'suggestive' acts with those who look, or who are very well underaged. The Dutchman can be very uncaring to many situations around him, lest his interest is peaked, which usually only occurs when he's high or if it involves him pesonally. Without thinking about it, Lars can be a hypocrite or delightfully oblivious to the fact that he is.
To put it bluntly, he's kind of an asshole.
However, despite his all of this, Lars' personality can be a complete one-eighty in the sense that he can have a lazy, carefree nature and contagious demure. He's neat and prefers quiet, cleanly places; small animals such as rabbits and painting in his spare time. He finds solace and serenity in very simple things, such as tulips, windmills, and art.
[/li][li] Comes across as cold and uncaring.
[/li][li] Hypocritical.
[/li][li] Brash, a bit immature and does not think before he speaks or acts.
[/li][li] None-too-tactful.
[/li][li] Unintentionally rude
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You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing:
[+] Windmills
[+] Rabbits
[+] Tulips
[+] Drugs ((Marijuana being his favorite, he'll always try anything new on the streets.))
[+] Sketch Drawing and Canvas Painting
[+] Pipes
[+] Hair Gel
[+] Underdeveloped Girls and Boys (( He's kind of a lolicon and is very attracted to "innocence." So he won't mind if his partner is underaged or even looks as such. ))
[+] Math and Engineering
[+] Romance Novels and Poetry -- Lars is generally not romantic. But he can run a simulation in his head or put it in words like it's nobody's business.
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing:
[-] Turks or Muslims -- Turkish people are very rude and take credit where it isn't due. Jews and Muslims have a natural... thing against eachother.
[-] Being called a Pedophile -- He's a lolicon. There is a difference and it's an extreme pet peeve
[-] Messy Places and Hoarding -- Clean up after yourself, Stefan B(
[-] Dancing in Public -- In Private ? Of course. But never at clubs or dances.
[-] Rejection -- He doesn't take it too well. It usually makes him angry, but in the event of rejection, Lars usually fills the time he's not having sex with drawing, eating, or drug binging. Which... yes, it's not very healthy.
[-] Overspending -- Don't mess with his money. Lars is an incredibly smart shopper, collects coupons, and is.. very jewish. Every penny counts !
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through:
Lars is the product of Dutch parents, Viktor and Ana Van Dyke in a lovely home in Flevoland, Holland. His father, being a Productions & Advertisement manager for the Dutch Electronics Company 'Phillips', pushed his son to pursue studies in Math, Marketing, Chemistry and Engireening. Lars was a child with no complaints, loved by his parents and living in a quaint house, he performed fairly well in school and when he was not studying, he often spent his free time gardening tulips with his mother, playing soccer with his friends, or doodling in an allowance earned sketchbook.
The family picked up from Flevoland to Amsterdam on a major business deal signed off by his father, making the Van Dyke's a household name and almost doubling his father's salary. Since Viktor's business ventures began expanding, his appearances around the house slowly began diminishing, the tiny Dutch boy seeing less and less of him as the days wore on. After a couple of months, Lars went from seeing his father every other day to once a week. He did not complain though, quietly enjoying the serene time he occupied with his mother, even though he did miss the elder Dutchman from time to time.
As a suggestion from his mother, to spend more time with his son, Lars attended a business trip with his father to Belgium when they expanded on another business deal. While in a hotel in Brussells, Lars came across his father flirting and sleeping with another woman. Being only four at the time, the tiny Dutch boy was very... confused as to why his father was with another person that wasn't his mother.' His father found out Lars knew about the affair when he saw a rather, vivid drawing in Lars' sketchbook of him and the mystery woman.
Lars' father begged his son not to relay the, primary scandal-worthy information onto his mother, and the tiny Dutch boy promised him just that; returning home and pushing the event to the back of his mind. A few months after their arrival, Ana discovered the crude picture and when approaching Lars about it, he merely kept his lips shut tightly.
When she asked Viktor, he merely lied to her and told her about Lars' overactive imagination. Her gullibility was one thing that the tiny Dutchman had never adopted, and the elder Dutchman shamelessly took advantage of. She believed her husband, and that was the first time the two year old ever saw how you can... lie and get away with it.
When Lars was four, his father moved up in the company, earning a higher name for themselves and consequently, a higher income. Lars ended up going to an all boys private school and having one of the highest educations for a child. Nearing Lars'fifth birthday, Viktor was contacted by his former mistress with the news of a second child.
Once again, Lars saw his father beg his way back into his mother's lap and as if a repeating pattern, she forgave him.. The tiny Dutchman saw how... utterly easy it was to basically take advantage of his mother, despite loving her to death, he later incorporated this behavior into many partners to come.
Lars met his younger brother, Stefan at the age of six when he was three. Due to a business deal, and a bit of scandal following the secret child, the Van Dyke family picked up from Amsterdam and moved to a house in upstate Polaris, the less crime-filled portion.
Things went on normally, he attended a public school for the first time where he was taught how to speak fluent English, also, gaining a
Lars did fairly well in school, maintaining a 4.5 GPA, excelling in Mathematics and Sciences, and participating on the school's soccer team. Around his teenage years, art started becoming much more interesting, than the boring things he studied. Even though he was fairly good at them, they never captured his interest or made him anywhere near as happy as drawing did.
When Lars was seventeen, around the time to start deciding on colleges, he presented the idea to his parents about going to art school instead of a Technical University. His father was immediately opposed to the idea, and said there was no money, or future in art. His mother, however, encouraged Lars to do what made him happy, albeit, telling him in privacy to avoid lectures from Viktor.
His father warned him that he would not fund such a stupid dream, and so, scoffing in his face, Lars packed up his things and applied to art school, funding off of loans and his meager pay as a barista at a coffee shop. Lars still lived at home, however, after catching him with drugs and just generally arguing all of the time, the Dutchman was kicked out and sooner moved into an apartment in Polaris.
He has not talked to him since.
Even though the relationship with his father was completely shot, Lars was happy. While in school, he drew until his hearts content while dating his on again, off again girlfriend Yuki; sharing his apartment with her on occasion even if it was nothing to brag about. He completed his assignments and sketches, while working at a popular coffee shop.
Lars graduated at twenty-three with a Bachelor's in Art & Design.
A couple of months after, he scored a job as an intern at the Matthew Marks Gallery, but all he really did was paperwork, fetching coffee, answering phone calls. It literally earned him nothing,
Lars was barely breaking a dent in his debts, and the refrigerator became emptier and emptier as the weeks passed by. The Dutchman asked for at least three extensions on his rent, and finally received an eviction notice.
Lars had no money. His debts were piling, and he barely had enough to feed him and his brother.
So, in utter desperation, Lars swallowed his pride and contacted his father. Whom, merely laughed over the phone at his dilemma, and said 'You got yourself into this mess, now go be the 'artist' you want to be, and fix it, Lars.'
He hung up.
After the basic 'I told you so', Lars was in desperate need of money, and so, he came in contact with the mob boss Ivan Braginski as a personal drug runner. He'd sell, and produce Marijuana, Ecstasy, Heroine, Shrooms, Cocaine and the like.
While selling Ivan's supply and getting his own back, as well as home growing, money became pouring in so easily for him. He soon found himself slowly, but surely paying off his school debts and once again, let back into his apartment. Lars is still awaiting for his career to take off, but the amount of money in the meantime was nice.
Lars had no idea the things he was getting into.
Other Shit:
[o] Lars only eats orange M&M's, Skittles, and general orange candy.
[o] Lars is 6'5
[o] Lars is Jewish
[o] Lars owns a rabbit named "Dog" that he bought for Yuki, but since they break up so often, he often just stays with him. And he's become insanely attached to the little furball.
[o] Lars' school debts range in 90k per semester. So yeah. They're pretty high.
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got:
Lars heaved a heavy sigh as he leaned against the gritty apartment building, watching as a flurry of snowflakes dance in the breeze, landing in his ash blonde hair as his breath formed a tiny cloud that dissipated into the thin, cold air.
Today was a slow day, he concluded, as only one person approached him for some heroine and even then, they only bought an ounce due to their own low funds; his own rent was due tomorrow, and the Dutchman only had three-fourths of the amount needed. He always asked for extensions on his apartment, already losing track on what number he was on..
Maybe this was the third or fourth...
...
Yeah, he was probably being kicked out tomorrow.
With an angry flip of his scarf over a jacket covered, tattooed shoulder, Lars idly kicked a rock as people passed him by, growling lowly to himself as he turned and made his way down the streets of Polaris, not sure where, be he wanted a change of scenery.
That option seemed impossible.
If it wasn't a high-stakes gamble occurring in a far alley corner, or a busy Chinese market, or the bustling businessman or the territorial gangsters, evidently, there was nothing new in Polaris and he feared nothing ever would be.
"It's all the same."
The Dutchman sooner found himself mourning his beautiful home in Amsterdam.
Today was a slow day, he concluded, as only one person approached him for some heroine and even then, they only bought an ounce due to their own low funds; his own rent was due tomorrow, and the Dutchman only had three-fourths of the amount needed. He always asked for extensions on his apartment, already losing track on what number he was on..
Maybe this was the third or fourth...
...
Yeah, he was probably being kicked out tomorrow.
With an angry flip of his scarf over a jacket covered, tattooed shoulder, Lars idly kicked a rock as people passed him by, growling lowly to himself as he turned and made his way down the streets of Polaris, not sure where, be he wanted a change of scenery.
That option seemed impossible.
If it wasn't a high-stakes gamble occurring in a far alley corner, or a busy Chinese market, or the bustling businessman or the territorial gangsters, evidently, there was nothing new in Polaris and he feared nothing ever would be.
"It's all the same."
The Dutchman sooner found himself mourning his beautiful home in Amsterdam.
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
