{"The chef who grew up with the grandma who cooks, tends to always beat the chef who went to the culinary institute. Its in the blood." -Gary Vaynerchuk. }
Mikkel Jensen
|Nickname:|
"You Americans seem to have problems pronouncing my name correct, so I adapted."
He goes by Mickey in the states.
|Birthday:|
6th of October, 1966.
|Age:|
"Im in my prime if I may say so myself"
49
|Ethnicity:|
"I'm from the Scandinavian capital of culinary artwork"
Danish
|Occupation:|
"I provide the tastiest bread on the table you could ever imagine."
Chef (and one of the worlds best at it)
|Sexuality:|
Straight.
|Household:|
Devereux
|Have or Have Not?|
Have not.
{"Eating is a necessity, cooking is an art". }
|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
Talents: Intimidation He can be quite the intimidating guy.
Strengths: Keeping his head cold Mikkels nerves are about as close to ice as one can possibly get, he is the type of guy who could stare down a charging rhino. Getting his will This is closely linked to his talent for intimidation. People simply fears doing anything else then what he asks them to, though he mostly 'bends wills' in the kitchen. Intelligence Mikkel is just a really intelligent guy. Senses For some never scientifically explained reason Mikkel have a bit enchanted senses. It mostly inflicts his sense of taste and smell, which is one of the many reasons he've become such a good chef.
Skills: cooking Self explanatory really. He is a world class chef after all. Music Mikkel is surprisingly enough a great pianist and actually have a really lovely singing voice. Language Speaks fluent Danish, German, French and English. Can hold a basic conversation in Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, and some different African and Arabic languages.
|Flaws/Weakness|
Flaws: Very intense. Bad at positive feedback/praise. Great at negative feedback, basically, if you've done anything to impress him he usually says nothing. Extremely judgemental. Bad at showing emotions.
Weakness⚘
|Hobbies|
<Cooking> <Discovering new tastes> <Reading> <Eating> <Travelling> <Classical music> <Old fashioned rock music> <Politics> <Intelligent discussions> <hunting>
|Fears|
§Dying§
§Loosing his sense of taste.§
§Eating a well done steak.§
§Cooking a well done steak.§
§Giving someone food poisoning.§
|Secrets|
✤He has four different kids in four different countries that he doesn't know about.✤
✤He has tasted pretty much all sort of meat on this planet, including: dog, cat, lion, rhino, elephant...etc. Basically allot of things that the public shouldn't know about.✤
✤ Can't stand to eat things he haven't cooked himself.✤
✤Very prejudiced✤
✤Mikkel has a bit of an alcohol problem.✤
|Goals/Dreams|
"I'm 49. Everything I have ever wanted to do I have already done."
The only goal he has left is opening his own restaurant with two or more Michelin stars
{"In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived." -Knut Hamsun . }
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|Arrogant/confident| His arrogance is more or less justified. The fact that he is the youngest chef to ever work at Resturant Noma, one of the 50th best restaurants in the world. |[color=#Color]Intelligent[/color]| |[color=#Color]Polite[/color]| |Intimidating| |emotionally distant |
▲ Cooking
▲ Reading
▲ Playing the piano
▲ Hunting
▲ Coffee
▲ Scandinavia
▲ Reading
▲ Music
▼ Spoiled brats
▼ People who order their steaks well done
▼ Unjustified arrogance
▼ Advice on his cooking
▼ National anthems
▼ Poorly trained staff
▼ Staff who doesn't follow orders
▼ Idiots
{"When a man's stomach is full it makes no difference whether he is rich or poor.
" -Euripides. }
Kristiania (free state) Copenhagen, Denmark.
|[color=#FF4747Family Tree[/color]|
Grandmother: raised Mikkel, now dead.
Father: Died early in Mikkles life
Mother: Same as his dad.
Brother: They stopped talking a long time ago.
|Happiest Memory|
Mikkels happiest memory is the first time he can remember cooking his grandmas waffles in the little apartment they lived in. He had been up all morning making them while his grandmother lay in bed and pretended that all the noises coming from the kitchen hadn't woken her up. When the 6 year old Mikkel stumbled into her room with a tray of waffles with butter and sugar, and his tiny apron covered in flour, she seemed so proud, and it was in that moment Mikkel knew that he wanted to see that face every time he cooked something. Of course the 6 year old mind he possessed at the time didn't realize it, but from that day he already knew what he was going to do with his life.
|Saddest Memory|
When his grandmother died. It had become sort of a tradition that each Sunday morning Mikkel would make his grandma waffles like he had that one day so many years ago. But one sunny July morning when Mikkel was 19, he couldn't wake her up. No matter how much he shook her and shouted her name she just didn't open her eyes. It took him a few minutes before he realized that she had simply passed away in her sleep at the impressive age of 92. It wasn't many years after that he started his around-the-world trip.
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|History|
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