Post by karsten rené ferdinand on Jul 20, 2011 21:40:07 GMT -5
( KARSTENrenéFERDINAND !? )
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full name. Karsten René Ferdinand.
nicknames. Kars, René or Ferdy are common pet names for Karsten, but you better be EXTREMELY close to him in order for permission for such names to be given.
gender. Male.
birthday. August 23.
candles. 627.
orientation. Homosexual.
occupation. Karsten sometimes finds himself picking up bartending shifts at Firefly's, but doesn't have a steady job.
member group. Warlock.
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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other important stuff.
history - Karsten was born in the Germanic 1400s to a mother who unfortunately died in childbirth, while the father was unknown (since Warlocks are the offspring of Demons and Humans, it is assumed that the Demon father ran off or was killed). His early childhood was spent in the care of what could be called a "foster home." The elderly couple that owned the household offered their open arms to kids of any age that needed help, and graciously provided Karsten with clothes and a roof over his head. It wasn't until the boy turned twelve when Karsten realized he was different than the other boys his age; an accidental spell-casting was performed during a recess time, mildly harming another kid. Word traveled quickly, but in the form of rumors and folklore. No one believed what they heard.
However, a band of Warlocks caught wind of what had happened and sought out Karsten, taking him in under their wing. He realized what he truly was and at an early age started to master his spells. The training survived throughout the years, witnessing major Germanic events such as the Thirty Years War, the French Revolution, and Hitler's reign. However, the boy longed to travel the world and see everything it offered. In 1902 he was of the thousands of immigrants to travel towards Ellis Island, New York. It didn't take long for Karsten to find the American Downworlders, and has since lived in the great state of New York.-----
specs - Being "fresh off the boat" still, Karsten holds a deep, German accent. His personality could be described as overly sweet and caring. If he permits you into his circle of friendship, then there is nothing he wouldn't do for you. Some would consider him bubbly, even. Karsten has mastered the English language, but still lets some German slip every so often. He is an extremely hard worker, and is usually found training or in the gym. In the battlefield, Karsten is more defensive than offensive; his spell mastery is more diverse in healing, cloaking, blocking, and whatnot. However, don't be fooled! When necessary, he is a formidable opponent and won't be afraid to fight back. Stay on his sweet side!-----
Let's get physical - Blond hair. Purple eyes. No belly button. Athletic build.
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name/alias. Mobs!
experience. 5+ years.
factoid. I met Danger in a happenstance RP search in Proboards Support, and have stuck ever since!
codeword. ADMIN EDIT.
sample.The following RP sample is from a crack AU!Glee site, where I played Mike Chang.
The young teenager was now pacing his living room floor, as nervous as could be. The crush of his life was about to step through the front door, and Mike was about to pour all of his thoughts and emotion out to the man. How stupid of an idea could this be? he thought to himself. He probably doesn't even have the same feelings for me in return. Hell, he's not even gay! Mike kept repeating the play-by-play of his projected conversation, and each time it grew worse and worse. Sam would look at his best friend in disgust at how gay Mike was, or he'd storm off and never want to be friends again. Or worse, he'd run off and tell everyone what a monster Mike had become. Pain flooded Chang's face at the thought of his best friend looking down on him like that.
"Alright, it's settled," he openly sighed. "I'm not telling him."
Kurt would be a good listener. I should tell him first. He probably wouldn't out me! Thoughts raced through his head, looking for an alternative that never came. All of a sudden, heavy taps on the door echoed throughout the empty living room. Mike froze in shock, not knowing what to do. Should I answer it? Maybe he won't think I'm home. Realizing the stupidity in the thought, he mentally trashed that idea. After a few moments of heavy silence and glaring at the door, Mike decided to go let Sam in. However, his body disagreed with him; the dancer's usually-limber feet felt like they were paved with cement, not wanting to go to the door. "God, he just wants to watch Avatar, let him in," he whispered. Before he made it to the door, Mike's eyes scanned the house for anything out of the way or anything that needed cleaned. After he decided that he had wasted enough time, Mike's trembling hands opened the door.
Standing at the doorstep was none other than Sam himself, looking as good as ever. Sam was one of the most likable people, in Mike's opinion. He was always cool to be around, knew some of the most off-the-wall trivia you could ask for, and most importantly was just a good friend if you ever needed one. Today Sam was wearing his purple and black striped hoodie - one that Mike had seen him wear one too many times before - and some faded jeans. All in all, he looked absolutely adorable today. However, it was never the clothes that made Sam "Sam." It was his smile, and it was being worn in all its glory. Apparently the blonde was ecstatic about watching Avatar with his best bud. Mike automatically felt horrible for feeling nervous and worried instead of matching Sam's excitement, but flashed a smile anyway.
"Hey, Sam! Of course you can come in." Mike held the door open for the fellow nerdy jock, only to watch as he darted to the DVD player toting the case that held Avatar within. He watched as Sam went off and did his own thing, rambling on in utter excitement about how amazing the movie was. And about how you can't not like the movie. And about how he couldn't help but think about spending time with Mike all day. Mike's nerves were instantly cooled when he saw Sam all giddy about their plans. The thoughts he had earlier, about him running off at the sound of Mike being bisexual, didn't seem to phase him anymore. Something told Mike that Sam would understand. They were best friends.
Mike suddenly realized that it was Sam doing all the talking, and interjected his two cents, "Dude, I'm excited too. But the movie better be as good as you claim!" The teen always had a spiel he would say to his guests, and Sam was no exception. Though he's heard it several times before, Mike always felt like he needed to say it. "I prepared snacks. There's more food in the fridge if you want, along with drinks. Cups are in the top shelf, to the right. Just ask me if you need anything. This house is your house." There, at least that was out of the way. One less thing to be worried about. While Sam was tinkering in front of the DVD player, Mike started to gather his thoughts, only to have the wall of nervousness envelop him again. Not wanting Sam to see, he jogged off into the restroom. "Be right back man," he called out.
The door was slammed shut behind him, closing off all contact between him and Sam. Mike's heart was beating fast and his chest rose in an out at a deep, quick pace. Nausea overwhelmed him, forcing Mike to prepare to aim at the toilet bowl if needed. As seconds turned to minutes, Mike's breathing returned to normal and his heart slowly stopped trying to rip out of his chest. The Asian shuffled over to the mirrored sink, examining himself. The reflection that stared back was an emotional trainwreck. "Get yourself together, Mike," he once again whispered. "Sam is out there all by himself, probably awkwardly waiting for you. He doesn't deserve to be kept waiting."
Mike's smile from earlier was all but faded away as he stepped out of the bathroom. Without even looking for Sam to make eye contact, he called out for him.
"Sam, can you come sit down? I want to talk to you before the movie starts."
Mike plopped down on the couch, aimlessly looking ahead. He prayed that Sam would understand the things that were about to be said.
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This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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