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Post by k80 on Sept 14, 2012 3:38:00 GMT -5
Character Name: Dutch DamselAlias/Nicknames: also goes by: Roman (for work)Age: 27Occupation: Male Stripper, Dancer, and Pizza Delivery (never at the same time)Sex: Male Race/Heritage: White, Ancestors from the Netherlands, although he is tanned to a slightly olive skin-toneHeight: 6'1"Build: Slim and MuscularHair, Eyes and Facial Description: Honey blonde hair with bleached highlights. Amber-brown eyes. He usually has a stern look on his face, it really helps with the model face that women go ga-ga for on the job.Distinguishing Features: The way he carries himself is very confident, it's a bit of a side effect of having women pay to see you half naked, a bit of an ego booster.Clothing: He was wearing a priest uniform, collar tab and all when the outbreak happened. He learned pretty quick that dress shoes that hadn't yet been broken in were not the best for running for your life as a bachelorette party was interrupted by the bride's groom barging in in a rage, gnawing on the horny women.Equipment: Unless you count his greased up, rock hard abs and biceps, Dutch didn't walk away with much. A few grams of pot in his car (which ran out of gas in front of Hotel Delgata, a place he would never be able to reasonably afford a night at), and the cake knife he grabbed from the party, just in case he should be forced to defend himself.Talents and Abilities: Lifting weights and working out as a requirement for his Stripping gigs has given him great strength, but he has a strong aversion to violence.Personality with Pros and Cons: Pros: He's very accepting of others' situations because of his work, how he couldn't find any work besides demeaning jobs as a stripper and pizza guy. He's very open when speaking to others. Cons: He's tired of people being interested in his body, mixing work with pleasure and all that. Romantic advances can sometimes anger him. He can be too straightforward, speaking his mind out of term. One of the reasons he can't hold a job where he has to talk more than "Which one of you lucky ladies do I call the bride?" and "Delivery, that's 30 bucks".... well that and most people toss his application because they think his name's a joke.Likes: Pistachios, Marijuana, Protein Shakes, Jogging, Sweets, Flowers and LemonadeDislikes: Alcohol, Violence, Cops, and Country MusicHistory: Growing up, Dutch was mocked about his name. 'Dutch Damsel' was an easy one to work with. For a few years he was a social pariah, kept to himself and stayed on the straight-and-narrow, but when he couldn't take it anymore he vowed to make a complete personality overhaul. He switched school districts, went to live with his father and well, the man wasn't exactly touchy feely, they did their own thing and he never asked where his money went. Dutch started up some bad habits, the well-behaved young man he was with his mother became a drugged-out anger-management case until his father lost custody rights over a bar brawl. Dutch went back to his mother at 17, kept the drugs up, but calmed down his temper. He went zen, started up yoga at his mother's studio to keep his anger under control. It worked after a while, he stopped snapping at his teachers and students who rubbed him the wrong way. He still had trouble in the classroom, however, it wasn't that he was stupid, oh no, it was that he was too outspoken, even when lighthearted. Teachers had had enough of him by the time he graduated and let's just say they weren't jumping at the chance to write him any recommendations. So here he was, out of school, 27 and resorted to taking his clothes off for money. That and delivering pizza to supplement the income, and have a job he can tell his mother about. And yes, trust me, the pizza is the supplement, strip-o-grams and bachelorette parties were like instantaneous money. All he had to do was be absolutely humiliated and demeaned for a half hour or so and they forked over hundreds. Still living with his mother he has to keep his velcro'd together rip-em-off ready pants and costumes hidden veerrry carefully. He keeps them in a large box under his bed, with a smaller one in front, that one has the weed in it. He'd much rather she find the pot than found out his profession. Dutch still has a love for lemonade, his mother would make the best he'd ever tasted, and he'd always have a cold glass of it while he smoked a joint on the tin roof outside his window. She, of course didn't approve, but, she also thought they were regular cigarettes and thought he was pumping himself full of toxins when he smoked. He can't hold down a job that involves much communication, people just get rubbed wrong by his willingness to say what comes to mind. He was ashamed at being a stripper/dancer, but it was good money and he payed his mother rent for staying with her. She didn't accept it, of course, but he would sneak it into her pockets on laundry day and into her purse, in her car, wherever she could find it and not think anything of it. If she did ask him about it, he'd whistle and walk away, winking as he turned the corner. He was a charmer by profession, but had issues in the romance division. Having women constantly reduce him to a hunk of man meat in their minds had a negative effect on his view of the female of his species. If a woman stared at him like she was interested, he would find himself angered, something he couldn't really control. He preferred online dating sites, where he could put up a less flattering photo of himself and chat with women, flirting without his toned body getting in the way of conversation. I mean, how many times can you take a girl out to dinner when she's just staring at your chest and arms? Isn't that what THEY usually complain about? Talk about a double standard. He did have one particular girl in mind from his dating profile, they had been chatting for a while, but then she ended up at one of his gigs....... and not a pizza delivery either. She instantly recognized him and they ended up banging in the restroom, un-billed hour of course. He couldn't help but be upset afterwords, he had really liked her. He's got some hang-ups as you can see.
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