WILLEM VAN HEEMSTRA
"And from what I'm lookin' at, intimate is this stud-muffin's middle name" - Ruby Rhod, The Fifth Element
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NUTURE |
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NATIONALITY • Dutch
BORN • Amsterdam, Netherlands LIVES • Chicago, Illinois AGE RANGE • 29 to 37 BIRTHDAY • July 18th SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Straight HEIGHT - WEIGHT • 6'3" - 175 pounds HAIR - EYES • Brown - Green GLASSES • Yes |
LANGUAGES • English, Dutch, and Japanese
OCCUPATIONS • Treasurer / Economist EDUCATION • Master's degree NERVOUS TICK • Adjusting shirt cuff WEAKNESS • Swedish Fish and comfy beds TIME OF DAY • Night owl PIERCINGS • None TATTOOS • None SMOKES • No |
HOBBIES • Movies, Growing Bonsai
EXERCISE • Swimming MUSIC • Amber Run, Racing Glaciers MOVIE • The Grand Budapest Hotel BOOKS • Great Gatsby, East of Eden FOODS • Hollandse Nieuwe Haring DRINKS • Tea, Black Coffee, Whiskey COLOR • Slate PET • None |
CHARACTER SAMPLE
MODERN • SLICE OF LIFE • CIRCA 2016
“Candle stick maker?” His face tightened quickly, a brow pushed up in an arc and elongating his already narrow features, “you insult, my fair lady. I am a modern day Jim Hawkins if you will, an enthusiastic chap looking for treasure.”
“You are not a pirate.”
Willem quickly turned his gaze to Lottie, a hint of a sneer leaving his lips as he took a drink of his whiskey, lubricating his voice as he quipped back at this sister, “Jim Hawkins was no pirate.”
“True,” her voice was soft, an agreeing nod making the loose strands of hair noticeably bounce around her in a slight halo, “but he is commonly described as modest, and full of courageous heroism… so I think the analogy falls short rather quickly.”
“Well with you around sister I have to have a large ego, otherwise none of it would be left.”
Laughing brightly Lottie shook her head, eyes turning back to Isabella with a grin, “he is a corporate treasurer for a finance company in downtown Chicago, I think the company does a lot of work with the families here at the party.”
Sighing Willem lifted his glass to his lips, lingering for a moment and grumbling into the tumbler with a rough tone. “Modern day Jim Hawkins sounds better,” his voice falling away as he took a long drink.