Post by JEAN-PAUL DUBOIS on May 4, 2011 19:01:38 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Leffie and this is my technically fourth (because I dropped Christine) character. Something you should know about me is I wanted this character when I first joined the site, but he was taken. Now he's up for grabs!
Canon: The Phantom of the Opera
Custom Title: The Trap Door Lover
PHYSICAL
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Appearance: Erik isn't what you'd call... beautiful. In fact far from it. Many who have seen his real face have said it was the work of the devil. Unfortunately, he believes them to be right, most of the time. He is hideously deformed, beyond surgery. He has little hair, only a few dark locks on his forehead and behind his ears. His eyes are very sunken in, due to both the deformity and sporatic sleeping problems, and almost appear just as sockets in a skull. His cheeks are hollow, and his lips are so thin there is little to speak of them. His skin is a yellowish color like aging parchment, stretched tight over his bones thinly, revealing tiny veins protruding when his temper flares. He is deathly skinny, almost like a skeleton, and if that wasn't enough, to complete his entire appearence is the absence of a nose! Fortunately he has enough money to use prosthetics when out and about, and uses theatre makeup to hide his skin discoloration. He also wears a wig to hide his bald head.
Height: 6'0"
Body: Tall and lanky, with spindly hands and limbs, though he carries himself with a confident air.
Other distinguishing features: His deformity, of course. He doesn't even have a nose!
Wardrobe: Erik usually wears custom tailored suits, as his thin posture can't usually be found in premade sizes. He normally wears black, but will occasionally sport a gray, or even white when the mood arises. His clothes are always pressed and pristine, as he prides himself on his carefully thought wardrobe. His ties are always classy, and never tacky, and usually consist of some deep wine color in them, or just plain black. He always wears a vest underneath his suit, incase he wants to take his jacket off and still look fashionable, rather than casual. When he does dress casually, he still wears a blazer to match whatever else he's wearing, whether it be a t-shirt and jeans or casual pants and a button up shirt. His shoes are always black. [/ul]
Play By: Ralph Fiennes
PERSONALITY
General personality: Erik would be considered insane to many people, but he prides himself in being an utter gentleman. He often forgets his displays of violence that has given him such a dangerous reputation, and when someone mentions to him something that happened involving this violence, he will often be confused and call them the crazy one! He can't help his bouts of temper, and often is set off by the simplest things, though normally his more violent times are when something serious is at hand.
His tendency to literally "go insane" at times is not an understatement. He will fling furniture this way and that, spew curses and insults, and even resorts to physical violence when his mind is too clouded. Often he will bounce between this persona, a more mild, calm and cool persona, or a patheticly sad persona, where he will profusely apologize for anything he's done to hurt someone (though he probably doesn't mean it afterward).
This is why many describe him as having a bipolar (or even tripolar) personality. A doctor might go so far as to call it multiple personality disorder, as sometimes he will even get so angry he becomes calm and collected, but not without evil intentions lurking in his mind. He is cold and calculated when he becomes vengeful, and will easily dispose of you if you annoy or betray him. He is quick with his Punjab lasso, of which he learned techniques in India, and most would advise you keep your hand at the level of your eye.
On a lighter note, while he is murderous and violent, he tries his best to be courteous and gentlemanly toward people who treat him with kindness. He is the perfect host when in a good mood, and impresses anyone who gets close to him with his promising cooking skills (though he has been known to burn a dish or two, resulting in a broken dining room set). While he is a recluse, his home offers all the accomadations of a typical New York City flat, as he likes to provide his guests (when he has them) with as much comfort as possible, though he himself doesn't care what his living conditions are like. As long as he has his music.
Ah, music. His life's passion. While he is a connoiseur of all art and fantacism, his true life's goal is music. Without it, he would be nothing. He learned from an early age he had a pechant for writing music, and has since written 15 concertos, 3 operas, and more than a hundred stand alone pieces. When playing any instrument (he favors the organ, piano, and violin), he will be lost into a world all his own, and little will snap him out of it. When singing he enraptures all that hear him, and knows it. He will often use his voice as an advantage.
When it comes to the opposite sex, Erik falls flat. The only thing he seems to be incapable of doing is wooing a female, especially since he believes that no one could love him in that sense. He is in fact a virgin, and is not proud of it. He boasts to himself about being a Don Juan, but truly, he has only studied sex, and never experienced it. He feels awkward when the subject is brought up, and would likely try to seduce a woman to his bed, but suddenly doubt himself immensly when the slightest thing goes unaccording to plan.
He is cunning, and will outsmart anyone who stands in his way. He won't take no for an answer, and will often give people terrible ultimatums. He always keeps to his promises, whether they be meaningful or not. Overall, he's a pretty messed up guy. His depression can sometimes get the best of him, and he will go for days without eating or sleeping. He will often lie awake at night simply because he's afraid of the nightmares that will find him when he sleeps.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: Often speaks in third person, if that counts.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Extraordinary singer, brilliant composer, masterful architect, clever and witty, becoming invisible to oblivious people
Weaknesses: Short temper, bipolar, maniacal at times, can be positively evil when need be, a trickster, sarcastic in intense situations, self concious about his face.
BACKGROUND
Family: Colette (mother, deceased), Christian (father, deceased)
Education: Mostly online schooling, with a bit of night classes. No high school education, but he taught himself most things.
Occupation: A composer and freelance architect. Also a private tutor to musically gifted students.
Image: When people see Erik, which is not that often, he comes across as being mysterious and menacing. He moves across any floor like a ghost gliding at an unreal speed, his nimble physique a mystery to those around him. He will command any scene he is present in, and will often terrify those who meet him for the first time simply because he is what many would consider "creepy." When people get to know him (that is, if he LETS them) he will often display his emotional nature, whether it be through his depression or outrage. This frightens many people, and he has become sort of a recluse from society because of his bipolar and violent attitude.
History: Erik was born in Quebec to a master mason father and stepford wife type mother. When he was born he was immediately frowned upon, and his entire family became pariahs of society. No one wished to associate with the parents of the demon child in a small, rural town with high superstitions. His mother was cruel to him, never even bothering to kiss her only son, and placed a black mask upon his head the moment he was born, like the hood of the condemned.
His mother kept him in the basement, away from prying eyes. He practiced music at an early age from the pages of musical scores that sat in dusty boxes, left over from his mother's glory days as a jazz singer. She also had good taste in operas and classical music, and Erik would listen for hours to the old records she had kept. He learned some architecture from his kinder father, though the man still regarded his son as alien.
When he was 7 years old, his father died, and he ran away from home, knowing any security he might have found before died with his old man. He joined a gypsy camp that roamed around Canada, showcasing him as "the Living Corpse" that could sing and shock audiences with his grotesque face. The jeers he recieved from his superiors, and the occasional peer, scarred him for life, and he lost all self confidence in his youth.
He escaped the dreadful fair after a few years, roaming the expanse of Canada with little else on his mind but music. He finally made his way to a little town that allowed him his privacy, and he grew to adulthood in solitude.
He studied music in online classes, majoring in classical music. He sold his first opera to a producer at the distant Metropolitan, and was flown there for the premiere, though was hidden in secrecy in his private box, number five. He made a lot of money off the opera, and used this newfound wealth to travel the world, as he'd often dreamt about reading the books in his father's library.
His travels took him through Europe, Africa, even Asia, where in India he learned from the best about combat and his beloved lasso. It was not until he visited Iran, where wars raged on, that he made his first ever "friend." If you could call the man that. "The Persian" was a mysterious figure, a devote Muslim who served the law, though he was not without his faults. Erik built houses and other buildings for the government and private owners, and constructed a room of mirrors for a particular sadistic woman's enjoyment. It was to be used as a torture chamber for those who got caught in the little Sultana's web, and Erik would later use the design when building his own home.
Unfortunately, the government found out about this sick room, and placed a price on the architect's head. Erik's "Persian" friend helped him escape Iran and back to America, but "Daroga" would be forced to go after him. Erik was not well recieved back in America, and it had changed dramatically since he left it. He was so used to the unique and cultured world that was both peace and war at the same time, that the busy, high tech world of his new home in New York City astonished him.
Erik now lives in the penthouse of a well off apartment complex, composing music for his newfound position as the Met's chief new composer, as well as occassionally constructing new buildings and tutoring willing students who will look beyond his outrageous attitude. He is only without his prosthetics when he's alone, and takes great care to hide his face, and soul from the world throughout all time.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
"Damn bills..."
Erik grumbled to himself as he sloshed through paper after paper that had been piling up on his desk (which he had steadily ignored). It was comforting being in complete ignorance of reality, though when he began running out of wine and funds, he knew he had to assess the situation.
"Little things like food and light are of no consequence," he muttered in a whisper. "Why can't the debt collectors see that?"
Truth was, he could easily make as much money as he wanted , but he hadn't felt compelled to, as of late. He had been rather preoccupied churning out note after note of a brand new operetta, a comical farce based on Oscar Wilde's "The Importance of Being Earnest" that would premiere soon and land him more money than he could handle.
Of course the person knocking at his door couldn't have known that. It surely must have been a collector, for it had been just the exact amount of time Erik usually had to wait for human contact, and the only contact he was expecting were those dreaded sharks waiting to strike.
"Go away... I'm busy," he called nonchalantly, placing himself at his piano and lightly tapping a few keys.
The knockings persisted, growing louder and more frustrated each turn. Finally, Erik had enough, and slammed the lid down over the keys. He stalked to the black door to his penthouse, taking great care to stomp and make as much noise as possible to prepare the stranger for what was about to come.
He wretched the door open with sick glee, smiling crookedly and wide eyed at the quivering man with askew glasses and tacky bowtie.
"What?!" he said through gritted teeth.
The man gulped, his knees shaking. "I--I--I just need you to sign for this... This letter... That... That my c--company sent me to give you...." He couldn't even look Erik in the eye.
Erik laughed with sarcasm. "Ha! And I suppose you'll send me straight to jail if I don't, won't you?" He slammed a hand against the doorframe for added effect. "Is that the kind of person you are?"
The little man shook his head feverishly. "N--n--no sir..." He shakily held out the letter for Erik to take, without even bothering with the clipboard.
Erik smirked, taking the envelope daintly. He then proceeded to rip the thing to shreds neatly and calmly, throwing them in the man's face. "If that is all, then I bid you good day, sir!"
The man scurried down the hall and never looked back.
SLAM!
The door was closed once more.
Erik Spectre
| High Class |
| High Class |
Canon: The Phantom of the Opera
Custom Title: The Trap Door Lover
PHYSICAL
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Appearance: Erik isn't what you'd call... beautiful. In fact far from it. Many who have seen his real face have said it was the work of the devil. Unfortunately, he believes them to be right, most of the time. He is hideously deformed, beyond surgery. He has little hair, only a few dark locks on his forehead and behind his ears. His eyes are very sunken in, due to both the deformity and sporatic sleeping problems, and almost appear just as sockets in a skull. His cheeks are hollow, and his lips are so thin there is little to speak of them. His skin is a yellowish color like aging parchment, stretched tight over his bones thinly, revealing tiny veins protruding when his temper flares. He is deathly skinny, almost like a skeleton, and if that wasn't enough, to complete his entire appearence is the absence of a nose! Fortunately he has enough money to use prosthetics when out and about, and uses theatre makeup to hide his skin discoloration. He also wears a wig to hide his bald head.
Height: 6'0"
Body: Tall and lanky, with spindly hands and limbs, though he carries himself with a confident air.
Other distinguishing features: His deformity, of course. He doesn't even have a nose!
Wardrobe: Erik usually wears custom tailored suits, as his thin posture can't usually be found in premade sizes. He normally wears black, but will occasionally sport a gray, or even white when the mood arises. His clothes are always pressed and pristine, as he prides himself on his carefully thought wardrobe. His ties are always classy, and never tacky, and usually consist of some deep wine color in them, or just plain black. He always wears a vest underneath his suit, incase he wants to take his jacket off and still look fashionable, rather than casual. When he does dress casually, he still wears a blazer to match whatever else he's wearing, whether it be a t-shirt and jeans or casual pants and a button up shirt. His shoes are always black. [/ul]
Play By: Ralph Fiennes
PERSONALITY
General personality: Erik would be considered insane to many people, but he prides himself in being an utter gentleman. He often forgets his displays of violence that has given him such a dangerous reputation, and when someone mentions to him something that happened involving this violence, he will often be confused and call them the crazy one! He can't help his bouts of temper, and often is set off by the simplest things, though normally his more violent times are when something serious is at hand.
His tendency to literally "go insane" at times is not an understatement. He will fling furniture this way and that, spew curses and insults, and even resorts to physical violence when his mind is too clouded. Often he will bounce between this persona, a more mild, calm and cool persona, or a patheticly sad persona, where he will profusely apologize for anything he's done to hurt someone (though he probably doesn't mean it afterward).
This is why many describe him as having a bipolar (or even tripolar) personality. A doctor might go so far as to call it multiple personality disorder, as sometimes he will even get so angry he becomes calm and collected, but not without evil intentions lurking in his mind. He is cold and calculated when he becomes vengeful, and will easily dispose of you if you annoy or betray him. He is quick with his Punjab lasso, of which he learned techniques in India, and most would advise you keep your hand at the level of your eye.
On a lighter note, while he is murderous and violent, he tries his best to be courteous and gentlemanly toward people who treat him with kindness. He is the perfect host when in a good mood, and impresses anyone who gets close to him with his promising cooking skills (though he has been known to burn a dish or two, resulting in a broken dining room set). While he is a recluse, his home offers all the accomadations of a typical New York City flat, as he likes to provide his guests (when he has them) with as much comfort as possible, though he himself doesn't care what his living conditions are like. As long as he has his music.
Ah, music. His life's passion. While he is a connoiseur of all art and fantacism, his true life's goal is music. Without it, he would be nothing. He learned from an early age he had a pechant for writing music, and has since written 15 concertos, 3 operas, and more than a hundred stand alone pieces. When playing any instrument (he favors the organ, piano, and violin), he will be lost into a world all his own, and little will snap him out of it. When singing he enraptures all that hear him, and knows it. He will often use his voice as an advantage.
When it comes to the opposite sex, Erik falls flat. The only thing he seems to be incapable of doing is wooing a female, especially since he believes that no one could love him in that sense. He is in fact a virgin, and is not proud of it. He boasts to himself about being a Don Juan, but truly, he has only studied sex, and never experienced it. He feels awkward when the subject is brought up, and would likely try to seduce a woman to his bed, but suddenly doubt himself immensly when the slightest thing goes unaccording to plan.
He is cunning, and will outsmart anyone who stands in his way. He won't take no for an answer, and will often give people terrible ultimatums. He always keeps to his promises, whether they be meaningful or not. Overall, he's a pretty messed up guy. His depression can sometimes get the best of him, and he will go for days without eating or sleeping. He will often lie awake at night simply because he's afraid of the nightmares that will find him when he sleeps.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: Often speaks in third person, if that counts.
Likes:
- Music
- Wine
- Opera
- Architecture
- Ventriloquism
- Magic and illusions
- Mirrors
- Swimming
- the Fine Arts
- Edgar Allen Poe
- Cats
Dislikes:
- People in general
- Christianity
- His face
- Children
- Opposition
- Being rejected
- Scandalous women
Strengths: Extraordinary singer, brilliant composer, masterful architect, clever and witty, becoming invisible to oblivious people
Weaknesses: Short temper, bipolar, maniacal at times, can be positively evil when need be, a trickster, sarcastic in intense situations, self concious about his face.
BACKGROUND
Family: Colette (mother, deceased), Christian (father, deceased)
Education: Mostly online schooling, with a bit of night classes. No high school education, but he taught himself most things.
Occupation: A composer and freelance architect. Also a private tutor to musically gifted students.
Image: When people see Erik, which is not that often, he comes across as being mysterious and menacing. He moves across any floor like a ghost gliding at an unreal speed, his nimble physique a mystery to those around him. He will command any scene he is present in, and will often terrify those who meet him for the first time simply because he is what many would consider "creepy." When people get to know him (that is, if he LETS them) he will often display his emotional nature, whether it be through his depression or outrage. This frightens many people, and he has become sort of a recluse from society because of his bipolar and violent attitude.
History: Erik was born in Quebec to a master mason father and stepford wife type mother. When he was born he was immediately frowned upon, and his entire family became pariahs of society. No one wished to associate with the parents of the demon child in a small, rural town with high superstitions. His mother was cruel to him, never even bothering to kiss her only son, and placed a black mask upon his head the moment he was born, like the hood of the condemned.
His mother kept him in the basement, away from prying eyes. He practiced music at an early age from the pages of musical scores that sat in dusty boxes, left over from his mother's glory days as a jazz singer. She also had good taste in operas and classical music, and Erik would listen for hours to the old records she had kept. He learned some architecture from his kinder father, though the man still regarded his son as alien.
When he was 7 years old, his father died, and he ran away from home, knowing any security he might have found before died with his old man. He joined a gypsy camp that roamed around Canada, showcasing him as "the Living Corpse" that could sing and shock audiences with his grotesque face. The jeers he recieved from his superiors, and the occasional peer, scarred him for life, and he lost all self confidence in his youth.
He escaped the dreadful fair after a few years, roaming the expanse of Canada with little else on his mind but music. He finally made his way to a little town that allowed him his privacy, and he grew to adulthood in solitude.
He studied music in online classes, majoring in classical music. He sold his first opera to a producer at the distant Metropolitan, and was flown there for the premiere, though was hidden in secrecy in his private box, number five. He made a lot of money off the opera, and used this newfound wealth to travel the world, as he'd often dreamt about reading the books in his father's library.
His travels took him through Europe, Africa, even Asia, where in India he learned from the best about combat and his beloved lasso. It was not until he visited Iran, where wars raged on, that he made his first ever "friend." If you could call the man that. "The Persian" was a mysterious figure, a devote Muslim who served the law, though he was not without his faults. Erik built houses and other buildings for the government and private owners, and constructed a room of mirrors for a particular sadistic woman's enjoyment. It was to be used as a torture chamber for those who got caught in the little Sultana's web, and Erik would later use the design when building his own home.
Unfortunately, the government found out about this sick room, and placed a price on the architect's head. Erik's "Persian" friend helped him escape Iran and back to America, but "Daroga" would be forced to go after him. Erik was not well recieved back in America, and it had changed dramatically since he left it. He was so used to the unique and cultured world that was both peace and war at the same time, that the busy, high tech world of his new home in New York City astonished him.
Erik now lives in the penthouse of a well off apartment complex, composing music for his newfound position as the Met's chief new composer, as well as occassionally constructing new buildings and tutoring willing students who will look beyond his outrageous attitude. He is only without his prosthetics when he's alone, and takes great care to hide his face, and soul from the world throughout all time.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
"Damn bills..."
Erik grumbled to himself as he sloshed through paper after paper that had been piling up on his desk (which he had steadily ignored). It was comforting being in complete ignorance of reality, though when he began running out of wine and funds, he knew he had to assess the situation.
"Little things like food and light are of no consequence," he muttered in a whisper. "Why can't the debt collectors see that?"
Truth was, he could easily make as much money as he wanted , but he hadn't felt compelled to, as of late. He had been rather preoccupied churning out note after note of a brand new operetta, a comical farce based on Oscar Wilde's "The Importance of Being Earnest" that would premiere soon and land him more money than he could handle.
Of course the person knocking at his door couldn't have known that. It surely must have been a collector, for it had been just the exact amount of time Erik usually had to wait for human contact, and the only contact he was expecting were those dreaded sharks waiting to strike.
"Go away... I'm busy," he called nonchalantly, placing himself at his piano and lightly tapping a few keys.
The knockings persisted, growing louder and more frustrated each turn. Finally, Erik had enough, and slammed the lid down over the keys. He stalked to the black door to his penthouse, taking great care to stomp and make as much noise as possible to prepare the stranger for what was about to come.
He wretched the door open with sick glee, smiling crookedly and wide eyed at the quivering man with askew glasses and tacky bowtie.
"What?!" he said through gritted teeth.
The man gulped, his knees shaking. "I--I--I just need you to sign for this... This letter... That... That my c--company sent me to give you...." He couldn't even look Erik in the eye.
Erik laughed with sarcasm. "Ha! And I suppose you'll send me straight to jail if I don't, won't you?" He slammed a hand against the doorframe for added effect. "Is that the kind of person you are?"
The little man shook his head feverishly. "N--n--no sir..." He shakily held out the letter for Erik to take, without even bothering with the clipboard.
Erik smirked, taking the envelope daintly. He then proceeded to rip the thing to shreds neatly and calmly, throwing them in the man's face. "If that is all, then I bid you good day, sir!"
The man scurried down the hall and never looked back.
SLAM!
The door was closed once more.
Accepted!