Post by ManWaffles on Oct 29, 2011 14:22:52 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name:
Stefan van Dyke (though he still likes to use ‘van Gent’ as his last name, even though it’s officially ‘van Dyke’)
Street Name:
Vandersteen
(( This is actually the last name of a well-known Belgian comic maker, and because of this, he has nicknamed Lars ‘Sidonia’, after one of the guy’s characters, who is also tall and has weird hair. Only it’s a woman. ))
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-two
Bitch or Homie:
A real man, yo.
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
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Where you from?:
Belgium
Whatchoo do?:
Tech support at some company. He helps Lars out with his drugs business on the side, backing him up with his gun when he needs to. While he is skilled in hacking, this is mostly just a hobby, though he sometimes takes on small jobs to earn some easy money.
Who you be reppin?:
He’s not officially involved in a gang, but tags along with Lars when he needs him.
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:[/color] Kind and cheerful most of the time;
♣ Devoted to the people close to him. Even though he can just shoot them sometimes;
♣ He can be quite the little charmer. Especially when there are women involved, he believes you should act as a gentleman around them, even if it’s just a one night stand;
♣ Computergeek and gamenerd;
♣ Not overly organized;
♣ Rather lazy on occasion;
♣ He enjoys the simple things in life, like food, booze and (wo)men and decided some time ago that he wouldn’t deny himself such pleasures;
♣ Talkative. He seriously can’t shut up sometimes;
♣ He can be nothing less than a big child when he feels like it. He doesn’t hesitate to whine about a lot of things;
♣ Likes to think of himself as manlier than he actually is;
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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:[/color] Good food;
♥ Waffles, chocolate and other sweet things. Stefan has an ever demanding sweet tooth;
♥ Alcohol, mainly Belgian beers;
♥ Comics. Especially the Belgian kind. Suske & Wiske, Tintin, etc.;
♥ Video games;
♥ Technology~;
♥ Cooking;
♥ Movies. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, all that good stuff;
♥ Flea markets;
♥ Kids;
♥ Animals. His favourite are the cute and furry kind;
♥ Cartoons~. No matter what people say, you’re never too old for those;
♥ Telling lame jokes about cheap and dick-ish Dutchmen
♥ His family.
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I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing:[/color] Being pushed around;
♠ Disgusting food;
♠ People just assuming he’s gay. Sure, he has a few of the stereotypical traits, but that doesn’t mean anything;
♠ Headlocks;
♠ When the favour of telling jokes is returned;
♠ People picking on him and bossing him around
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through:
Stefan was the result of an affair between a Belgian woman named Lieve van Gent, and a Dutch man called Viktor van Dyke. He lived with his mother until he was three years old, and barely even saw his father until then.
Lieve was a lovely woman; kind, outgoing and a smile to die for. Needless to be said, Stefan loved her. He was very much a mama’s boy, and anyone who had a problem with that would answer to him (though he wasn’t very strong, so if he got in a fight he would often be on the losing side).
Even so, being kind alone doesn’t make you any money. As a single mother, the family didn’t have a lot of money. Eventually they reached the point where she wasn’t able to support them any longer. She contacted Viktor van Dyke, told him about their son and informed him about their living situation. The grownups talked for a while and so things were decided. Stefan’s last name was changed into van Dyke and from that moment on he lived with his father in the Netherlands, getting a new mother and brother.
Stefan found adapting to this new environment rather hard in the beginning. Young as he was, his father scared him a bit, and he couldn’t quite warm up to the woman he was married to. Even though Ana was nice, he missed his real mother, and this woman could not ever replace her. Eventually he came to think of her as a sort of aunt though, and he got along with her better.
The one Stefan was close with from the beginning was Lars. He looked up to his brother and liked toannoyhang out with him. They were siblings, so they fought from time to time, but yes, they did love and respect each other aside from the teasing and fighting.
Especially in his younger years, Stefan liked to draw. His interest laid in comics, to be specific. But seeing his brother struggle with getting his father to accept his wish to become an artist, he didn’t want to go down the same path. Besides, someone would think he was trying to copy his brother, and he wasn’t someone to do such a thing. So he decided to become a computer nerd instead. He still likes to doodle, and realises he might’ve had a successful career in this if he had pulled through, but that’s in the past. Stefan isn’t a person to dwell on such matters. He still likes to doodle from time to time, but never really shows his drawings to anyone.
When Lars was kicked out of the house, Stefan followed soon after. He wasn’t forced to leave, he just didn’t feel that comfortable anymore with Lars gone. When he finished his IT education, he moved in with Lars and got himself a shitty job to help support themselves. They didn’t have a lot to live on and got further in debt than they already were. Then Lars suddenly started to make a lot more money with suspicious jobs, and while Stefan agreed that they could use the cash, he wasn’t thrilled with the way they got it. But as they say, desperate times... So Stefan started to come along with Lars whenever he had a job like this. Not because he had to, and he technically wasn’t involved in the gang himself. He just wanted to make sure Lars didn’t do anything stupid and got himself killed or something. He could use some backup.
On my knees in the night
Other shit:[/color] He has a cat named Leopold. He loves the thing and spoils it to bits.
♦ Stefan is one of those guys who eats a shitload, but stays thin. He does have a bit of muscle though.
♦ He is multilingual. His native language is Dutch, but he speaks French, German and English good enough to be able to get around in the countries where they speak it.
♦ Unlike a lot of men, he does keep up with fashion. His style is a bit nerdy, but he thinks it’s cool. Button-ups with suspenders, vests, a diversity of hats and scarfs, and the occasional bowtie;
♦ He’s pretty good at handling weapons. It’s a hobby of him to go to the shooting rink. Plus, all those hours of playing shooting games must’ve left their mark.
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Sayin prayers in the street light
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I still feel I’m kind of cheating by not using a Male!Bel sample, but at least it’s a Belgium sample. XD So here. From Monstalia, where she was an Angel.The Angel had been warming up to Erik for the slightest bit, though he managed to get her uptight again with a single, seemingly innocent, question. Elise froze for a moment when she heard Erik ask about her brother. This guy knew Willem? She couldn’t help but wonder how, and what his relationship was with this creature. Though… her brother was a fallen angel. He probably didn’t have a problem in hanging around with other dark creatures.
“I… know him.” She said, not confirming or denying the question. A bit of scorn was audible in her voice, even though she tried to keep her voice neutral. She hadn’t thought about her brother for a while. In the beginning she had thought about it all the time, not knowing how to feel about it. Disappointment, worry, sadness, anger. It all mixed in some strange emotion that she didn’t know. Though slowly she had learned to live with it. She hadn’t seen her brother anymore since. But seeing as this guy apparently knew him, he could be near. Maybe she could… No. Elise shook the thoughts off. She couldn’t go look for him. It was better if she just never saw him again, no matter how much she wanted to see him again. It would only hurt more.
She nodded absentmindly as Erik asked if she could teach him something new. She wasn’t so much looking at the pictures on the wall, as she was studying the man’s behaviour. The way he caressed one of those pictures, almost as if he remembered the time it was taken, and longed for that time to come back.
She followed Erik to the kitchen and took a look around. It was strange, but it was almost as if she had been there to decide what the kitchen would look like. The furniture, the way everything stood… well, if this really was their home, that wouldn’t be so strange. And since Elise loved to cook, she would’ve had a say in how the kitchen was going to be, no matter what. She looked at the cupboards, making a list in her head of where she would put things if she this was her kitchen. Where would the coffee be? She opened up a cupboard, and a small, satisfied smile crept onto her face as she spotted the coffee. Yes, she obviously had a hand in this kitchen. “Found it.” She let the other know. “If you make some coffee, I’ll take care of the rest.”
She moved through the kitchen as if she had known the place for years. It wasn’t long before Elise had found bread, some eggs, and some other things she needed. “Do you like French toast?” She asked while breaking the eggs into a bowl and working at them with a whisk. Her wrist made fast, smooth movements while she focussed her attention on her work. Her thoughts started to drift back to what Erik had asked before, and she couldn’t help but ask.
“… How is he?” She asked, still facing the eggs in the bowl. “Willem, I mean.” Elise was probably better off not knowing, but her curiosity got the better of her. She hadn’t heard of her brother for so long, and this might be the only chance she had to find out how he was doing.
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