Post by Stefan van Gent on Jun 1, 2013 0:11:30 GMT 1
♚ STEFAN VAN GENT ♚
♕ THE YEARS START COMING AND THEY DON'T STOP COMING ♕
Name: Stefan van Gent
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Belgian. Flemish, to be exact.
Function: Stock clerck
Department: Bakery and Multimedia
How long have they worked here?: Six months
♕ FED TO THE RULES AND I HIT THE GROUND RUNNING ♕
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirks:
Fears:
Personality:
♕ DIDN'T MAKE SENSE NOT TO LIVE FOR FUN ♕
Roleplay Sample:The Angel had been warming up to Erik for the slightest bit, though he managed to get him uptight again with a single, seemingly innocent, question. Stefan froze for a moment when he heard Erik ask about his brother. This guy knew Willem? He couldn’t help but wonder how, and what his relationship was with this creature. Though… his brother was a fallen angel. He probably didn’t have a problem in hanging around with other dark creatures.
“I… know him.” He said, not confirming or denying the question. A bit of scorn was audible in his voice, even though he tried to keep his voice neutral. He hadn’t thought about his brother for a while. In the beginning he 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 he didn’t know. Though slowly he had learned to live with it. He hadn’t seen his brother anymore since. But seeing as this guy apparently knew him, he could be near. Maybe he could… No. Stefan shook the thoughts off. He couldn’t go look for him. It was better if he just never saw him again, no matter how much he wanted to see him again. It would only hurt more.
He nodded absentmindedly as Erik asked if he could teach him something new. He wasn’t so much looking at the pictures on the wall, as he 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.
He followed Erik to the kitchen and took a look around. It was strange, but it was almost as if he 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 Stefan loved to cook, he would’ve had a say in how the kitchen was going to be, no matter what. He looked at the cupboards, making a list in his head of where he would put things if this was his kitchen. Where would the coffee be? He opened up a cupboard, and a small, satisfied smile crept onto his face as he spotted the coffee. Yes, he obviously had a hand in this kitchen. “Found it.” He let the other know. “If you make some coffee, I’ll take care of the rest.”
He moved through the kitchen as if he had known the place for years. It wasn’t long before Stefan had found bread, some eggs, and some other things she needed. “Do you like French toast?” He asked while breaking the eggs into a bowl and working at them with a whisk. His wrist made fast, smooth movements while he focussed his attention on her work. His thoughts started to drift back to what Erik had asked before, and he couldn’t help but ask.
“… How is he?” He asked, still facing the eggs in the bowl. “Willem, I mean.” Stefan was probably better off not knowing, but his curiosity got the better of him. He hadn’t heard of his brother for so long, and this might be the only chance he had to find out how he was doing.
♕ YOUR BRAIN GETS SMART BUT YOUR HEAD GETS DUMB ♕
Name/Nickname: I usually respond to “Hey you!”, but if that fails, Bel or Stefan works just fine.
Timezone: GMT+1
Contact: A PM on here is pretty much the best way to reach me.
Anything else?: I also play Prussia on this board, and I am one of your admins. And may I just say that mangoes are disgusting? Thank you.
