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- Deviant for 12 years
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| 24 / 192 cm / 83 kg |
| Dutch / speaks Dutch, Frysk, French, Spanish, German and English |
| appearance |
A young man in his mid-twenties with a rather intimidating atmosphere surrounding him. He stands at a height of 192 centimeters. The most noticeable is probably his hair. He spikes the front of his hair and leaves the rest for what is. He has dark green which always seem like they can pierce right through people. He is well-build. He doesn't look like a bodybuilder but he has more than enough muscles. He is strongest in his legs. Daan has a light skin and some freckles over his nose and cheeks. He can usually be seen wearing light brown pants with a simple dark blue tank top. He always wears a blue and white scarf around his neck. He has a vertical scar on his forehead.
| personality |
Daan is a stern young male. He prefers having his things in order and cleaned up than messed up. He has a slight perfection disorder but not really bad. He is very fanatic when it comes to sports. He is very into sports with soccer as his favorite. He can be laid back when he feels like it but he rather doesn't as there is always something to do. Daan is quite the family man and would do anything to help his family. He is not too close with his cousins but he is with his sister. He is also very smart and knows everything about trading. When someone starts about his VOC time there is a very big chance he'll start acting quite weird. He has a small problem with forgetting about his powerful past.
A young man in his mid-twenties with a rather intimidating atmosphere surrounding him. He stands at a height of 192 centimeters. The most noticeable is probably his hair. He spikes the front of his hair and leaves the rest for what is. He has dark green which always seem like they can pierce right through people. He is well-build. He doesn't look like a bodybuilder but he has more than enough muscles. He is strongest in his legs. Daan has a light skin and some freckles over his nose and cheeks. He can usually be seen wearing light brown pants with a simple dark blue tank top. He always wears a blue and white scarf around his neck. He has a vertical scar on his forehead.
| personality |
Daan is a stern young male. He prefers having his things in order and cleaned up than messed up. He has a slight perfection disorder but not really bad. He is very fanatic when it comes to sports. He is very into sports with soccer as his favorite. He can be laid back when he feels like it but he rather doesn't as there is always something to do. Daan is quite the family man and would do anything to help his family. He is not too close with his cousins but he is with his sister. He is also very smart and knows everything about trading. When someone starts about his VOC time there is a very big chance he'll start acting quite weird. He has a small problem with forgetting about his powerful past.
| Current town |
Amsterdam, Netherlands
| Current job |
Personification
| Sexual orientation |
Bisexual
| Status |
Taken
Sexual Questionnaire
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~Rules~
1. Post this in your own journal with the title "Sexual Questionnaire"
2. No lying on the answers!
3. Tag 3 people
[ Now let all me remind you that Neth is pretty fucking open when it comes to sexual preferences- ]
1. Favorite position?
Restroom Attendant I guess
2. Do you like seeing girls/guys in nylons?
No... Not... Really...
3. What things on a girl/guy turns you on the most?
The way they move somehow does
4. Outside of a human body, what also turns you on?
...?
5. What kind of toys would you love to experiment with?
Some cuffs, but overall just light bondage does it
6. Leather or corsets? (on a girl obviously)
Cle
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rp #1: freakin' zombies
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You ran through the many streets of Amsterdam. Somehow the dead had come back to life and they were walking over the earth again. Everywhere you'd look there would be a few of those walkers and no matter where you'd hid, they'd eventually find you.
They always look for food, they never seemed satisfied with what and who they already had eaten. Their food were the ones who actually still lived and tried to survive. Only one bite changes you into them though... No matter what you do you'll turn into one of the walkers...
You ran faster, someone had told you that Amsterdam was a safe place and that the walkers didn't reach Amsterdam yet, well
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headcanons.
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Daan is left-handed. His left hand is usually covered in pen because while writing his hand goes over the still wet ink. He used to clean his hands every time he wrote something down but he got lazy with it over the years and eventually gave up, only washing it off when it was bothering him or when he knew that he didn't have to write anymore for a while.
Daan has asthma, not and extreme case but it is certainly there. He get's an attack about once a month but he has medication to control it. He usually get's an attack when he is extremely angry or when he has been running for a while. You shouldn't touch him when he get's one as he doesn't
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(( What if I just casually make Romano take Daan's pipe-- All hell would break loose,si? ))
[ All the shit shall be flipped. ]
(( And all the yelling ))
[Especially since his little sister just got him a new one last fucking month. |D *Shot for comment stalking*]
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[Wow I feel awkward for leaving another long ass RP starter here. XD]
SPLAT!
CRUNCH!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
...
THUD!
The back corner of the classroom had splatters of blood reaching up to the ceiling. A young school man laid unconscious on the tiled floor, that same crimson liquid slithering out from the gash on his head. He groaned in pain and his chums stood frozen in place, staring at the lad and then at the attacker. No it was not a man, but rather a petite girl with blonde hair and wide, crazed hazel eyes and splatter of red on her face and uniform. She held a hammer, which it too was blotched with blood, and was panting quietly to herself.
The whole classroom of teenagers was speechless, appalled and dumbfounded. What exactly just happened? Was the boy alright? Should someone approach her? Not even the teacher had the guts to go over there!
"Ha... ha... ha......" The young lady looked at her weapon and dropped it with a loud CLANG like she didn't care for it anymore. She then walked away towards a baseball bat that was left in the class's lost&found bin one day by someone. She grabbed it and dragged it on the ground back to where she stood before. The two boys left standing backed off but she wasn't going near them, instead she went to the door, opened it and left the room without saying a word, leaving her bloody hand prints on the handle.
The teacher finally snapped out of it after a while and ran out of the classroom to warn the neighboring teacher. Some of the students began murmuring to themselves or went over to the bloody boy to help him out. "Wasn't that the girl who lost her parents last month?" One student asked another. "I think so..." The response came following the question.
A loud shattering noise out in the hallway scared everyone into silence again. They were all too shaken up to even go near the door to see what that was. It happened again and again, the sound of glass breaking echoing down the halls.
[There you go; one fresh Higurashi!AU!RP ready to go! ; v ;]
SPLAT!
CRUNCH!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
...
THUD!
The back corner of the classroom had splatters of blood reaching up to the ceiling. A young school man laid unconscious on the tiled floor, that same crimson liquid slithering out from the gash on his head. He groaned in pain and his chums stood frozen in place, staring at the lad and then at the attacker. No it was not a man, but rather a petite girl with blonde hair and wide, crazed hazel eyes and splatter of red on her face and uniform. She held a hammer, which it too was blotched with blood, and was panting quietly to herself.
The whole classroom of teenagers was speechless, appalled and dumbfounded. What exactly just happened? Was the boy alright? Should someone approach her? Not even the teacher had the guts to go over there!
"Ha... ha... ha......" The young lady looked at her weapon and dropped it with a loud CLANG like she didn't care for it anymore. She then walked away towards a baseball bat that was left in the class's lost&found bin one day by someone. She grabbed it and dragged it on the ground back to where she stood before. The two boys left standing backed off but she wasn't going near them, instead she went to the door, opened it and left the room without saying a word, leaving her bloody hand prints on the handle.
The teacher finally snapped out of it after a while and ran out of the classroom to warn the neighboring teacher. Some of the students began murmuring to themselves or went over to the bloody boy to help him out. "Wasn't that the girl who lost her parents last month?" One student asked another. "I think so..." The response came following the question.
A loud shattering noise out in the hallway scared everyone into silence again. They were all too shaken up to even go near the door to see what that was. It happened again and again, the sound of glass breaking echoing down the halls.
[There you go; one fresh Higurashi!AU!RP ready to go! ; v ;]
Daan was in the class next door, he was as bored as can be and just stared in front of him all the time. He wasn't even paying attention to what the teacher tried to explain, he just let his mind run off to everything imaginable. He sighed and was about to start on a doodle when he heard screams coming from the other classroom. Together with the rest of his class he turned his focus on the wall behind him where the other classroom was attached too. "What the..." He got up as he knew it was hisclittle sister's class and walked towards the door to check on her. He looked to the right and saw his sister turning around the corner. His eyes grew wide when she was clearly covered in blood. Was she hurt? Hequickly ran after her, out of the school building.
"Lux!"
"Lux!"
Bec took a step back every time he walked closer to her. "Stop right there I said!" She shouted one last time. "I don't want to talk dammit!" This was the first time in weeks she's actually talked to anyone, albeit it's more like screaming at the moment, since their mother and father's sudden deaths. She always has this habit of bottling her emotions up, so this is like some psychotic break of some kind, though her facial expression was one of hatred and outright anger; a face Rebecca rarely, if at all never, uses.
"Just... go back to class Daan." She lowered the bat and used her body to push the door open behind her. Her eyes weren't spacy yet sweet like they always are, rather cold and soulless with some tears building up in the corners of them. "Just go away." She scratched at her neck again and winced, then turned away and hurried down the stairs. It was only a matter of time before teachers and staff members will be coming after her so she needs to get as far away from the school, or hell the city if that was possible, as she can.
"Just... go back to class Daan." She lowered the bat and used her body to push the door open behind her. Her eyes weren't spacy yet sweet like they always are, rather cold and soulless with some tears building up in the corners of them. "Just go away." She scratched at her neck again and winced, then turned away and hurried down the stairs. It was only a matter of time before teachers and staff members will be coming after her so she needs to get as far away from the school, or hell the city if that was possible, as she can.