Post by Niklaas de Vries on May 14, 2013 10:59:47 GMT -5
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Name: Niklaas Willem de Vries
Nicknames: Nik, Chimney, Puppy, Mr. Smiley
Age: 28
Date of Birth: January 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: University English/Literature Teacher
Heritage: Keeshond
Seed Rank: Light Seed
Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands
Appearance:The most striking thing about Niklaas isn't his height, or the eye-ctaching blue and white scarf, but rather his hairstyle. Ash-blonde hair is kept spiked up and out of his eyes, which begs the question why he doesn't just slick it back all the way; the usual answer to this question is a dismissive shrug. Physically Niklaas is a tall, well built man, standing at 6'2, broad shouldered and somewhat muscular, although you would realize it under the layers of clothing that he wears on an almost daily basis. Niklaas has been described as being handsome, if not a little stern or intimidating. The only flaw that keeps him from being seen as “gorgeous” are the telltale signs of his smoking habit; crow's feet and loose skin under his eyes, a faint smoker's pucker. and some wrinkles in his forehead especially. His teeth, due to the same reason, are a more yellowish hue then they are white. According to the ever-present rumor mill, he almost looks like an entirely different person on the rare occasions his hair isn't styled. Some would even argue he looks better when he allows his hair to fall naturally, but that may be because wrinkles are considered unattractive. One of the most striking things about him are his eyes; the pupillary zones are hazel, and the ciliary zones are dull green. Whether this is a by-product of his animal form having hazel eyes, or just a lucky coincidence, is up to interpretation.
Due to his occupation as a teacher professionalism is key, and as such he usually dresses in a very “proper” manner when dealing with his students. His work attire usually consists of dark colored slacks, a matching vest, and a plain white dress shirt underneath, the top few buttons undone because he hates having anything too tight around his neck. Sometimes he will drape one of his scarves loosely around his shoulders, but most days he tends to go without. Outside the workplace his sense of style isn't that different, honestly, He'll roll up the sleeves of his shirt and throw on one of his scarves, but other than that he maintains an appearance of a professional. In the older seasons he usually dons a turtleneck sweater under some sort of blazer, or a tan trench coat, both attired accompanied by his trademark blue and white scarf.
His animal form is hilarious in how totally different it is to his human form. As a dog he is a small, compact little creature that is much more gray fluff than actual body mass. His eyes are hazel in this form, and he retains whatever scarf he had been wearing prior to transforming.
Distinguishing Features:
Scar- He has a scar on the left side of his forehead, extending from his hairline down to the eyebrow. When asked where he got it and how, the usual answer is a stern “none of your business.”
His eyes- Having a genetic mutation in the eyes is bound to turn some heads, and Niklaas' central heterochromia is no exemption from this. His eyes get far more attention than he would really like, but buying color contacts is A: too expensive and B:contact lenses increase the risk of corneal infection, which can lead to spending even more money.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Niklaas is in no rush to find a mate, breed, and continue on his family line. In fact, gender is a pretty trivial matter to him. In the end there really isn't that much of a difference between males and females.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Interests/Hobbies:
Aspirations:
Fears:
Personality: To describe Niklaas in a word, it would be blunt. If he has something to say about you, he will say it, no ifs and or buts, and if you don't like it than that's your problem, not his. He usually default back to monotone sarcasm when speaking, and he cranks it up to eleven whenever he's with someone he isn't particularly fond of. It doesn't matter if you're of someone of great importance or not, no one is immune to criticism or insults. That in mind, he does know when the back off , he doesn't want to piss someone off to the point they'd want to murder him, you can't make money if you're dead. Niklaas is also the type of man who speaks dryly and, more often than not, with a hint of sarcasm. In fact, dry sarcasm seems to come as naturally to him as Dutch does.
Niklaas is a little anal about what he spends, rarely giving into the desire to buy something just for the sake of buying it. When he does buy something on impulse, he tries to at least come up with a reason why he would need it in the first place, making sure he won't just shove it in a corner or on a desk somewhere and let it collect dust. Honestly, people who do that bother him. On the topic of being anal about spending, he also has a bad habit of “pricing” anyone's house or flat that he's invited to. The second he walks in through your door, he's mentally going over how much you spent for everything in his mind, and if his estimate gets too high or he sees something completely ridiculous that you own, he'll bring it up with a peculiar tone of annoyance. It can be argued that he's just jealous that some people can afford nicer things and still survive, but when questioned about it he will answer in his usual fashion; “The fact that you spend a stupid amount of money on junk doesn't have anything to do with me being jealous. It has to do with me thinking that you're careless with money.” Keeping with the preference of frugality and simplicity, Niklaas does not own a car, using a bike and public buses to get around the city, it's way cheaper.
With his sarcasm and sharp tongue, it should come as a surprise to no one that Niklaas is one of those people who wear their emotions on their sleeves. His emotions are very easy to read, and he doesn't even try to hide it, just like everything else about him his emotions are very clear cut. When he's angry, he's angry. When he's annoyed, when he's annoyed; there is no beating around the bush or pretending to feel any differently. He has a “respect earned, respect given” view on life, so if you just wave your title or position in his face, he'll wave it off like it doesn't even matter, which it doesn't, not to him anyway. Anyone can say they're some corporate big shot and anyone can lie about having fame fortune and power. To him, it's either put up or shut and leave him alone.
On the other end of this sharped-tongue man is a softness that only those who bother to peel back the layers are privileged to see. The hardest shell conceals the softest center (or some other cliché BS like that), after all, and Niklaas is no exception. He is surprisingly loyal to those he deems worthy of his time, and almost big brotherly to the ones who are younger than he is. He also has a side that some would consider “romantic”, since he does occasionally indulge in romance novels every now and again (but they have to be good; none of that Fifty Shades of Purple Prose crap), the fact that he plays saxophone, and the little pet bunny that he keeps in his flat. Again, this is a side to him that he keeps buried under a thick layer of, well, being a general ass to everyone around him. He does lighten up his usual sarcasm when around women, especially if they're physically attractive to him. He's by no means a lady's man, he just know that there are ways you act around men and ways you act around women, unless the woman is a compete and utter bitch. In which case she is just as liable for Niklaas' usual demeanor as any man.
Now everyone has skeletons in the closet, and this Dutchman is not exempt from that little fact of life. Niklaas' taste in women are... “interesting” by some accounts, since he prefers younger women. Emphasis on the “women”, girls younger than twenty are out of the question for him. He'll think the little ones are cute, but that doesn't mean that he wants to take them back to his flat for a “private session.” Nothing grinds his gears more than being accused of being a pedophile, but he's learned to ignore such accusations; to an extent anyway. Bother him enough about it and you will get a fist in the face.
Going back to the fact that Niklaas wears his emotions on his sleeve, he does have a little problem with keeping his anger in control. His fuse, while long, burns very quickly, and it doesn't take much to tip him over the line separating “I'm pissed at you” and “I will punch you in the throat!” He's not a violent person, and not one to throw the first punch, so much as he is a very argumentative man when angry. It's a natural fall back to argue the person into submission, even if it doesn't work out quite the way he would like it to sometimes.
When it comes to the world of zumans, he's a little on the oblivious side. Growing up almost completely separated from his heritage, he didn't really learn how their world worked until he was in university. Even now, he has to question why someone's seed rank would determine their position in the "zuman hierarchy". Why are Heavy Seeds considered to be the top of the chain just for being rare? More to the point, the Heavy Seeds he has met are some of the most intolerable, self-entitled assholes he's ever met in his life.
Family:
Brief History:
Aleena was a woman gripped by paranoia. Despite the ever increasing population of Zumans in the world, she lived in constant fear of ridicule and rejection. This paranoia was retained when she gave birth to her first son. Even if he did come into the world as a tiny, fluffy little puppy, Aleena feared that Niklaas would be hated just as she was when she was young. As such, she raised Niklaas to be as human-like as possible, although she never could completely separate the puppy from the boy.
For the first five years of his life Niklaas was raised in a sheltered, fenced-off environment, only allowed to go out and play with other children so long as he kept his Soul as much of a secret as possible. A little boy suddenly transforming into a puppy in front of others would cause an uproar, it would chase away any possible friends and make the family a target of resentment. That's what Aleena thought throughout the entirety Niklaas' life, even after she gave birth to two more children.
Throughout his adolescence, Niklaas couldn't help but wonder why their family being zuman was such a bad thing. Why was he scolded whenever his ears or tail popped out? Why was transforming entirely so out of the question? These were questions that he never got answers to, since Aleena always provided the same answer;
"You and your siblings are humans. Beautiful, normal humans. You'll be happier living this way than living as zumans."
Niklaas eventually found himself transforming into his Soul form just to defy Aleena. It wasn't anything malicious, he just couldn't resist the temptation anymore. The call of the wild, some would say it was. Whatever the urge was, primal or rebellion or what-have-you, he felt invigorated whenever he transformed. There was something liberating about running through Rotterdam late at night on four legs (stubby as they were).
In his early twenties, he found himself in France with a literature scholarship. Why he chose to study in France, rather than in his own country, remains a mystery to even him. Maybe he just wanted to be away from his overly protective mother. Maybe it was just instinct kicking in. Whatever it was, Niklaas was exposed to what seemed to be an entirely new world, as it seemed that at least half of the students attending his university were zuman. One thing that he was swept up in almost immediately were the pheromones. Dear god the pheromones. Every breeding season, his or otherwise, Niklaas was pulled into the delirious haze of lusty sex and the desire to prove himself as the alpha male.
He did get into many fights in his university years, yes, almost all of them being with other dogs. Sure, he was made fun of and not taken seriously because his Soul form was a stumpy little dog that was more fur than muscle mass, but that didn't make his teeth or claws any less painful. Niklaas earned several scars from these, battles for dominance, the most noticeable being the scar on his forehead. He doesn't remember the entire fight, but friends and onlookers alike said that he and his opponent exchanged blows both as dogs and as humans.
Several fights, scars, and arguments with his mother over the phone, Niklaas graduated with a degree in English Literature. Rather than return to the Netherlands, he decided to remain in France and get a teaching job. He needed money to get back home, after all.
www.timberridgedogtraining.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/Keeshond.jpg [/IMG][/URL][/center]Name: Niklaas Willem de Vries
Nicknames: Nik, Chimney, Puppy, Mr. Smiley
Age: 28
Date of Birth: January 30
Gender: Male
Occupation: University English/Literature Teacher
Heritage: Keeshond
Seed Rank: Light Seed
Birthplace: Rotterdam, Netherlands
Appearance:The most striking thing about Niklaas isn't his height, or the eye-ctaching blue and white scarf, but rather his hairstyle. Ash-blonde hair is kept spiked up and out of his eyes, which begs the question why he doesn't just slick it back all the way; the usual answer to this question is a dismissive shrug. Physically Niklaas is a tall, well built man, standing at 6'2, broad shouldered and somewhat muscular, although you would realize it under the layers of clothing that he wears on an almost daily basis. Niklaas has been described as being handsome, if not a little stern or intimidating. The only flaw that keeps him from being seen as “gorgeous” are the telltale signs of his smoking habit; crow's feet and loose skin under his eyes, a faint smoker's pucker. and some wrinkles in his forehead especially. His teeth, due to the same reason, are a more yellowish hue then they are white. According to the ever-present rumor mill, he almost looks like an entirely different person on the rare occasions his hair isn't styled. Some would even argue he looks better when he allows his hair to fall naturally, but that may be because wrinkles are considered unattractive. One of the most striking things about him are his eyes; the pupillary zones are hazel, and the ciliary zones are dull green. Whether this is a by-product of his animal form having hazel eyes, or just a lucky coincidence, is up to interpretation.
Due to his occupation as a teacher professionalism is key, and as such he usually dresses in a very “proper” manner when dealing with his students. His work attire usually consists of dark colored slacks, a matching vest, and a plain white dress shirt underneath, the top few buttons undone because he hates having anything too tight around his neck. Sometimes he will drape one of his scarves loosely around his shoulders, but most days he tends to go without. Outside the workplace his sense of style isn't that different, honestly, He'll roll up the sleeves of his shirt and throw on one of his scarves, but other than that he maintains an appearance of a professional. In the older seasons he usually dons a turtleneck sweater under some sort of blazer, or a tan trench coat, both attired accompanied by his trademark blue and white scarf.
His animal form is hilarious in how totally different it is to his human form. As a dog he is a small, compact little creature that is much more gray fluff than actual body mass. His eyes are hazel in this form, and he retains whatever scarf he had been wearing prior to transforming.
Distinguishing Features:
Scar- He has a scar on the left side of his forehead, extending from his hairline down to the eyebrow. When asked where he got it and how, the usual answer is a stern “none of your business.”
His eyes- Having a genetic mutation in the eyes is bound to turn some heads, and Niklaas' central heterochromia is no exemption from this. His eyes get far more attention than he would really like, but buying color contacts is A: too expensive and B:contact lenses increase the risk of corneal infection, which can lead to spending even more money.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Niklaas is in no rush to find a mate, breed, and continue on his family line. In fact, gender is a pretty trivial matter to him. In the end there really isn't that much of a difference between males and females.
Likes:
- Tulips
Despite what his co-workers might say on the matter, Niklaas sees nothing wrong with liking tulips. As a matter of fact, he keeps a planter box in his apartment specifically for growing tulips. If he has his way, he would have a little garden devoted to tulips, but his living conditions don't allow for such a luxury. - MEAT
Niklaas' absolute favorite kind of food is meat, any kind will do. Although he much prefers the darker, rarer variety to dryer stuff like chicken. Unfortunately he can't have a rare steak when working, so he settles with having a bag of jerky whenever he's grading papers. Not the best, or most healthy, snack in the world, but at least it gives him something to chew on. - The ocean
Growing up in Rotterdam, Niklaas was born by the sea, and he loved every minute of living in that port city. As a puppy he would splash in the waves, chasing after his younger siblings, and as a young adult he would go out on a boat with his father and attempt to fish (he wasn't very good at it). He enjoyed actually swimming in the ocean than fishing or sailing, if he's perfectly honest. - Rabbits
When he was a boy, he had a pet rabbit. It was an odd combination to say the least. A dog boy and his little pet rabbit playing together in complete and total harmony. He currently owns a rabbit that he recently adopted, Nijntje, and he treats her like a little princess, almost spoiling her at times. - Scarves
He doesn't have any tragic story to tell that involves his neck. No life-altering phobia about having his neck exposed; he just likes scarves. They're stylish, comfortable and give him a distinct look. His only regret is that some rather annoying, abrasive people think that tugging on his scarf is the best way to get his attention. - Smoking
Not so much something he likes doing, so much as it is something he feels he needs to do. But such is the nature of addictions. Despite this, he will openly scoff and mock anyone who insists that smoking does nothing to relieve stress, chances are they have never smoked in their lives. - Football
He's Dutch; liking Football is practically encoded into his DNA. - Sweets
Niklaas does have a bit of a sweet tooth, and his mother being a baker did not help this case at all. He loves all mannors of cakes, cookies and any other sort of sugary concoction that he can get his hands on, chocolate being his all-time favorite sweet in the world. Hagelslag is a guilty pleasure for him. - Weed
it may be expensive as shit if you want the good stuff, and it may stir up more controversy than it really should, but Niklaas loves it all the same. He doesn't smoke it nearly as much as he used to, but he will still gladly sit down and smoke a blunt after some of the more hectic days at work. That being said, he does wish that it was easier on his wallet.
Dislikes:
- Being denied nicotine
He's addicted to nicotine, and hell hath no fury like Niklaas when he's been denied. He will keep his anger to a smolder for a decent amount of time, but beyond that he's a loose canon. - Tomatoes
He hates the taste, he hates the texture, and he hates how obnoxiously red they are. Forget what anyone else says, tomatoes are disgusting. Yet everyone and their mothers seem to think that tomatoes should go in everything. Soups, sauces, sandwiches, salads; the list just goes on. He'll just pick the vile things out and hope tomato juice didn't contaminate anything. - Annoying/wasteful people
He has a low tolerance for people who either waste his time by not buying anything, or waste his time whining and moping about how their lives went all wrong and blah blah blah. In the time you spend whining into a shot glass at a bar, you could pick up the pieces and try and make the situation better. He also can't stand it when people waste things. Food, drink, cigarettes, it doesn't matter what it is. You spent your hard earned money, you better damn well finish the entire thing. - Fish
Ironic, since he comes from a port town, but he really just doesn't like seafood. It smells and tastes funny to him. He doesn't hate it, but it's not something he'd go out of his way to acquire. Even if he did like fish, he doesn't like it when his food stares back at him, and that's all dead fish do; stare. - Mornings
Niklaas is not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. To wake him up at any time before seven in the morning is to face a very, very grouchy Dutchman. He will often shout “What the fuck do you want?!” Along with mumbled curses in his native tongue if you wake him up unexpectedly. Give him some coffee and he'll calm down. - Cats
Partially from being a dog, and partially because cats just piss him off. They're all so snooty and holier-than-thou that it makes him sick. This applies to fellow zumans and the actual animal. Cats are just annoying little bastards all across the board. - Bitter things
Bitter things just taste and feel unpleasant on the tongue. The only times he'll make an exception is when dark chocolate in involved- because it's chocolate.
Interests/Hobbies:
- Reading
He's a literature teacher; liking to read in his spare time should be all but a given. He also has to read the material to pick up on any mistakes that his students might make on their literary analysis, so it's two birds with one stone. His secret guilty pleasure is romance novels, despite not really believing in the whole “true love conquers all” BS that most of the genre gushes about. He's also a fan of the Once Upon a Time series of novels, but that's a secret that is only known to those who look at his bookshelf at home. - Photography
More of a passing fancy than anything he wants to pour time and money into, really. What started out as a near-obsession in university died down to something the he does only when he has the time and inspiration. That being said, when he does dust off his old camera and go out shooting, he tries to get the best, least generic, shots possible. - Physical activity
Mostly swimming and bicycling more than running or jogging. Perhaps his soul is to blame for his love of being outside and just doing something, especially riding his bike down steep hills. Granted, this hobby has gotten him a few scrapes, scratches and broken bones, but at the end of the day it was more than worth it. - Playing the saxophone
Self explanatory really. Niklaas has been playing the sax ever since he was strong enough to hold the thing.
Aspirations:
- Publish a book
He doesn't want to get famous, and he doesn't want to worry about constantly producing more books to subdue a fanbase. He just wants to get something of his out there. Even if a book of his doesn't sell very well or doesn't survive the test of time, the fact that he got published at all would be good enough for him. - Move back to the Netherlands
The long-term goal is to save up enough money and move back to the Netherlands one day. Not back to Rotterdam, necessarily, but maybe to a quiet little town by the ocean and live out the rest of his life, retired or otherwise. - Living to a ripe old age
Being a smoker, he knows that he's cutting his life short with every cigarette he has, he's not oblivious to that fact. Twenty-eight years old, and signs of his addiction are already starting to show, both externally and internally, and a part of him hates it. He wants to die in his home country peacefully. Not in some hospital bed, withering away from chemotherapy for lung or throat cancer.
Fears:
- Lung disease
It's inevitable in his case. With how addicted Nikaas has become to nicotine, he really has no choice but to wait around until his lungs finally give out. The problem is, Niklaas doesn't want that. You'd think he accepted it by now, but he really hasn't. - Heights
Niklaas will never, ever, never admit this fear to anyone. To be fair, it is kind of a stupid fear to have, but he can't really help it. He likes his feet firmly on nice, flat ground thank you very much. Being up in the air or in high places gives him vertigo so severe that not even nicotine can calm him down. - Drowning
He loves the ocean, but being born around, and living by it, all of his life has taught him to both love and respect the sea. All it takes is for the wind to blow a certain way, or to earth to shift, and the life-giving sea becomes a force of death and destruction. It also beings the cruelest, coldest way to die imaginable; a death he'd rather not experience. - Losing his family
Niklaas is, for lack of a better term, a bit of a family's boy. If he ever got word that one of them (Hell, all of them) got lost or hurt or died he'd be devastated. - Dying alone
Is there anyone in the world who would want to be alone when they die? Even the most adamant loners have one or two people who they consider friends. Maybe this can be attested to his happily family upbringing, or the social nature of his soul form, but Niklaas wants at least one person to be with him when he finally kicks the bucket.
Personality: To describe Niklaas in a word, it would be blunt. If he has something to say about you, he will say it, no ifs and or buts, and if you don't like it than that's your problem, not his. He usually default back to monotone sarcasm when speaking, and he cranks it up to eleven whenever he's with someone he isn't particularly fond of. It doesn't matter if you're of someone of great importance or not, no one is immune to criticism or insults. That in mind, he does know when the back off , he doesn't want to piss someone off to the point they'd want to murder him, you can't make money if you're dead. Niklaas is also the type of man who speaks dryly and, more often than not, with a hint of sarcasm. In fact, dry sarcasm seems to come as naturally to him as Dutch does.
Niklaas is a little anal about what he spends, rarely giving into the desire to buy something just for the sake of buying it. When he does buy something on impulse, he tries to at least come up with a reason why he would need it in the first place, making sure he won't just shove it in a corner or on a desk somewhere and let it collect dust. Honestly, people who do that bother him. On the topic of being anal about spending, he also has a bad habit of “pricing” anyone's house or flat that he's invited to. The second he walks in through your door, he's mentally going over how much you spent for everything in his mind, and if his estimate gets too high or he sees something completely ridiculous that you own, he'll bring it up with a peculiar tone of annoyance. It can be argued that he's just jealous that some people can afford nicer things and still survive, but when questioned about it he will answer in his usual fashion; “The fact that you spend a stupid amount of money on junk doesn't have anything to do with me being jealous. It has to do with me thinking that you're careless with money.” Keeping with the preference of frugality and simplicity, Niklaas does not own a car, using a bike and public buses to get around the city, it's way cheaper.
With his sarcasm and sharp tongue, it should come as a surprise to no one that Niklaas is one of those people who wear their emotions on their sleeves. His emotions are very easy to read, and he doesn't even try to hide it, just like everything else about him his emotions are very clear cut. When he's angry, he's angry. When he's annoyed, when he's annoyed; there is no beating around the bush or pretending to feel any differently. He has a “respect earned, respect given” view on life, so if you just wave your title or position in his face, he'll wave it off like it doesn't even matter, which it doesn't, not to him anyway. Anyone can say they're some corporate big shot and anyone can lie about having fame fortune and power. To him, it's either put up or shut and leave him alone.
On the other end of this sharped-tongue man is a softness that only those who bother to peel back the layers are privileged to see. The hardest shell conceals the softest center (or some other cliché BS like that), after all, and Niklaas is no exception. He is surprisingly loyal to those he deems worthy of his time, and almost big brotherly to the ones who are younger than he is. He also has a side that some would consider “romantic”, since he does occasionally indulge in romance novels every now and again (but they have to be good; none of that Fifty Shades of Purple Prose crap), the fact that he plays saxophone, and the little pet bunny that he keeps in his flat. Again, this is a side to him that he keeps buried under a thick layer of, well, being a general ass to everyone around him. He does lighten up his usual sarcasm when around women, especially if they're physically attractive to him. He's by no means a lady's man, he just know that there are ways you act around men and ways you act around women, unless the woman is a compete and utter bitch. In which case she is just as liable for Niklaas' usual demeanor as any man.
Now everyone has skeletons in the closet, and this Dutchman is not exempt from that little fact of life. Niklaas' taste in women are... “interesting” by some accounts, since he prefers younger women. Emphasis on the “women”, girls younger than twenty are out of the question for him. He'll think the little ones are cute, but that doesn't mean that he wants to take them back to his flat for a “private session.” Nothing grinds his gears more than being accused of being a pedophile, but he's learned to ignore such accusations; to an extent anyway. Bother him enough about it and you will get a fist in the face.
Going back to the fact that Niklaas wears his emotions on his sleeve, he does have a little problem with keeping his anger in control. His fuse, while long, burns very quickly, and it doesn't take much to tip him over the line separating “I'm pissed at you” and “I will punch you in the throat!” He's not a violent person, and not one to throw the first punch, so much as he is a very argumentative man when angry. It's a natural fall back to argue the person into submission, even if it doesn't work out quite the way he would like it to sometimes.
When it comes to the world of zumans, he's a little on the oblivious side. Growing up almost completely separated from his heritage, he didn't really learn how their world worked until he was in university. Even now, he has to question why someone's seed rank would determine their position in the "zuman hierarchy". Why are Heavy Seeds considered to be the top of the chain just for being rare? More to the point, the Heavy Seeds he has met are some of the most intolerable, self-entitled assholes he's ever met in his life.
Family:
- Belgium (Younger sister)
- Luxembourg (Younger sister/brother)
- Jan Skylar de Vries (Father; known only by name)
- Aleena Carinja de Vries (Mother, Keeshond)
Brief History:
Aleena was a woman gripped by paranoia. Despite the ever increasing population of Zumans in the world, she lived in constant fear of ridicule and rejection. This paranoia was retained when she gave birth to her first son. Even if he did come into the world as a tiny, fluffy little puppy, Aleena feared that Niklaas would be hated just as she was when she was young. As such, she raised Niklaas to be as human-like as possible, although she never could completely separate the puppy from the boy.
For the first five years of his life Niklaas was raised in a sheltered, fenced-off environment, only allowed to go out and play with other children so long as he kept his Soul as much of a secret as possible. A little boy suddenly transforming into a puppy in front of others would cause an uproar, it would chase away any possible friends and make the family a target of resentment. That's what Aleena thought throughout the entirety Niklaas' life, even after she gave birth to two more children.
Throughout his adolescence, Niklaas couldn't help but wonder why their family being zuman was such a bad thing. Why was he scolded whenever his ears or tail popped out? Why was transforming entirely so out of the question? These were questions that he never got answers to, since Aleena always provided the same answer;
"You and your siblings are humans. Beautiful, normal humans. You'll be happier living this way than living as zumans."
Niklaas eventually found himself transforming into his Soul form just to defy Aleena. It wasn't anything malicious, he just couldn't resist the temptation anymore. The call of the wild, some would say it was. Whatever the urge was, primal or rebellion or what-have-you, he felt invigorated whenever he transformed. There was something liberating about running through Rotterdam late at night on four legs (stubby as they were).
In his early twenties, he found himself in France with a literature scholarship. Why he chose to study in France, rather than in his own country, remains a mystery to even him. Maybe he just wanted to be away from his overly protective mother. Maybe it was just instinct kicking in. Whatever it was, Niklaas was exposed to what seemed to be an entirely new world, as it seemed that at least half of the students attending his university were zuman. One thing that he was swept up in almost immediately were the pheromones. Dear god the pheromones. Every breeding season, his or otherwise, Niklaas was pulled into the delirious haze of lusty sex and the desire to prove himself as the alpha male.
He did get into many fights in his university years, yes, almost all of them being with other dogs. Sure, he was made fun of and not taken seriously because his Soul form was a stumpy little dog that was more fur than muscle mass, but that didn't make his teeth or claws any less painful. Niklaas earned several scars from these, battles for dominance, the most noticeable being the scar on his forehead. He doesn't remember the entire fight, but friends and onlookers alike said that he and his opponent exchanged blows both as dogs and as humans.
Several fights, scars, and arguments with his mother over the phone, Niklaas graduated with a degree in English Literature. Rather than return to the Netherlands, he decided to remain in France and get a teaching job. He needed money to get back home, after all.
OOC
Name/Alias;Sve, Svederland. Derpasaurus Rex
Age; 21
Favorite Pairings;NedSpa, NedPort, NedTai; open to anything really.
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?: Both C:
Did you read the rules?
Nu blir en ömklig hunger, med sorg och grät och gny.
En jämmer som sig tränger till himlens höga sky.
Och döden gruvligt härjar bland mänskorna ombord.
Man ser de döda kastas I havets vilda flod. De döda kastas I havets vilda flod!
(FuckyeahFalconer)
Age; 21
Favorite Pairings;NedSpa, NedPort, NedTai; open to anything really.
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?: Both C:
Did you read the rules?
Nu blir en ömklig hunger, med sorg och grät och gny.
En jämmer som sig tränger till himlens höga sky.
Och döden gruvligt härjar bland mänskorna ombord.
Man ser de döda kastas I havets vilda flod. De döda kastas I havets vilda flod!
(FuckyeahFalconer)
The skies were gloomy and the air was chilled. Just another fall day for Medius. It wouldn't be long until the hail rolled in, and that was just a wonderful time. Nothing quite like patrolling the grounds and getting caught in a hail storm, but as Beilschmidt put it: "We cannot risk something happening just because of some hail." That was easy for him to say, he was always holed up in his nice, warm, dry office, away from the pesky hailstones. But that was a Rook's job, wasn't it? Bark orders at the Pawns while they sat on their asses all day long. At least the former Rook (although Niklaas only knew him for a short time) actually went out into the field. Ah, but what's done is done, and all that. No matter how much Niklaas complained, Beilschmidt wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
But now wasn't the time to worry about tight-ass Rooks. Now it was time for a short break. He must have walked around the entire castle since he woke up earlier that morning. Unless some sort of ninja had snuck in while his back was turned, Niklaas doubted anyone had made into the castle grounds. Besides, it was also the Knight's jobs to make sure the grounds were secure, let them deal with anything that came up. That in mind Niklass stepped out into the moist air, glancing upward at the sky, almost daring it to start pouring down rain. The clouds, heavy and grey, looked about ready to overflow. Either it was going to rain soon, or nature was just fucking with him.
Whatever the case was, Niklaas knelt down and loosened his grip on the little bundle of fur he had been clutching to his chest. Nijntje, his beloved pet rabbit, instantly started sniffing and hopping around the damp grass as soon as she was released, eventually finding a substantial blade to nibble away on. With a soft smile, Niklaas sent down the object he had in his other handl; a small wicker ball. Nijntje had chewed her other toy to hell and back, so the brunette decided that it was high time she had something more sturdy to play with before she started chewing his scarves. Again. Grass forgotten at the sight of the toy, the rabbit hopped over to the ball curiously. She nudged it slightly and, deciding that it was something she could chew on, pounced on it.
With a smile Niklaas plopped down on the grass and watched his beloved pet play with her new toy. Rabbits were definitely the best pets anyone could have, despite what other people thought.
But now wasn't the time to worry about tight-ass Rooks. Now it was time for a short break. He must have walked around the entire castle since he woke up earlier that morning. Unless some sort of ninja had snuck in while his back was turned, Niklaas doubted anyone had made into the castle grounds. Besides, it was also the Knight's jobs to make sure the grounds were secure, let them deal with anything that came up. That in mind Niklass stepped out into the moist air, glancing upward at the sky, almost daring it to start pouring down rain. The clouds, heavy and grey, looked about ready to overflow. Either it was going to rain soon, or nature was just fucking with him.
Whatever the case was, Niklaas knelt down and loosened his grip on the little bundle of fur he had been clutching to his chest. Nijntje, his beloved pet rabbit, instantly started sniffing and hopping around the damp grass as soon as she was released, eventually finding a substantial blade to nibble away on. With a soft smile, Niklaas sent down the object he had in his other handl; a small wicker ball. Nijntje had chewed her other toy to hell and back, so the brunette decided that it was high time she had something more sturdy to play with before she started chewing his scarves. Again. Grass forgotten at the sight of the toy, the rabbit hopped over to the ball curiously. She nudged it slightly and, deciding that it was something she could chew on, pounced on it.
With a smile Niklaas plopped down on the grass and watched his beloved pet play with her new toy. Rabbits were definitely the best pets anyone could have, despite what other people thought.
