Post by Lars Hofstee on Oct 25, 2010 14:48:14 GMT -5
Character Name: Lars Hofstee
Country: Kingdom of the Netherlands / Koninkrijk der Nederlanden
Age: 23
Position Flying Teacher
Gender: Male
Personality: Lars is not a person you want to mess with. Being tall, muscular and straight-faced, he often comes across as rather intimidating. He never had a problem with this himself, as it kept away the people he didn’t want to deal with. He is very direct in both words and actions to the point people might consider him as rude. He doesn’t speak a lot though, only when it’s necessary. In his opinion, actions say more than words.
You wouldn’t say it at first, but once you get to know him, he’s a good guy. There aren’t many that get close to him though, due to his cold and distant attitude. There aren’t many willing to make the effort to push past his uncaring exterior, but those who manage to get a place in this guy’s heart have a good friend.
What many people wouldn’t expect from him either, is that he has a weak spot for cute thing, like animals and young women. He owns a rabbit called Miffy. As a rather cruel joke, he has nicknamed the bunny ‘Eerste Kerst Avond’, shortened as ‘Eka’. This basically translates to ‘First Christmas Eve’, meaning that the animal would serve as food then. Though Lars wouldn’t be able to actually do that.
He can get pretty patriotic and tends to love Dutch things, since they remind him of his home country. For example tulips, windmills and the colour orange.
Background:
Lars was born in the Netherlands in 2011. He is a halfblood, so he grew up with magic. Because all the wizarding schools closed, Lars was secretly homeschooled. His father thought it was important to teach him magic, even though it was technically forbidden. His dad also learned him how to fly, which was the start of his love for Quidditch.
His father made him read a lot of books about magic. Though his interest didn’t lay in the books that much. He was a flyer. And a pretty good one too. With some other young wizard and witches, Lars occasionally held Quidditch contests. He played on several positions, but he was best as a Beater. When he grew older, he played he played as the Beater for The Flying Dutchmen a couple of years, a Quidditch team from the Netherlands. But due to the war it wasn’t long before Quidditch practically disappeared.
When the war was over, Lars decided to travel to Hogwarts and became the flying teacher there. He wants to teach the kids how to handle a broom properly. Even though he doesn’t play professional Quidditch anymore, he is still often seen in the orange jersey of his team. When it comes to the sport, the Dutchman is very passionate.
RP Sample:
The Dutchman looked at the students in front of him, looking each one over with his eyes. Weak. Weaker. Could use some more muscle. Oh, now that’s more like it. Lars handed the strongest looking boys the Beater bats, picked out some Chasers and appointed some Keepers and Seekers.
According to the Dutchman, there was no better way to learn how to fly then a good game of Quidditch. Not for the ones with no flying experience at all, of course. The students in front of him were already a bit accustomed to using a broom. The usual routine of flying circles across the field and doing exercises was getting boring. So Lars had decided that today’s lesson would be a bit different. He had dragged the Quidditch material out, and declared that they were going to play a friendly match. The students had reacted in different ways, some being excited, while others looked absolutely mortified.
The Dutchman was aware that not all of these were excellent flyers, but during Quidditch, a lot could be learned. Players need to have perfect control of their broom to get anywhere. During the game you need speed, agility, strength, strategic insight, you name it. That was one of the many reasons Lars loved the game. So many elements combined into one beautiful sport.
“On your brooms!” The teacher commanded once all the students had the right equipment. He stepped on his own broom, Quaffle under his arm and took off. When he was at the right altitude, he waited till the students had taken their positions. Lars himself would serve as the referee, while also examining the student’s flying skills.
He blew his whistle and threw the Quaffle up. Let the game begin, the Dutchman though. And even though he wasn’t playing himself, the game got him excited. It always did.