Post by anniemal on Jul 12, 2010 16:19:46 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Annie and this is my first character. I found this site through an advert on a forum (Tartarus). Something you should know about me is I am alive.
Canon: Narcissus and Goldmund
Custom Title: Don’t get lost in heaven
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5’11
Body: Skinny and wiry. His shoulders and hips are very narrow, with a little muscle definition on his arms and abs from half hearted gym visits and no fat thanks to a high metabolism. Long, lean limbs could make him look gangly, but rather his skinny frame is willowy and graceful.
Other distinguishing features: Full lips and skin which freckles easily. He has two beauty marks on his face, one under his eye and another just above his lips.
Wardrobe: He doesn’t wear particularly striking or innovative fashions, although he likes to think he manages to stay roughly on trend. Largely he favours layered tops, all clean tailored lines and soft fabrics with scarves and fitted jeans or chinos. He bought a Breton striped top in a trip to Brittany once which he really likes, and haunts flea markets and vintage shops so mixed in with the Urban Outfitters and Ben Sherman in his wardrobe there are a few vintage pieces – cricket jumpers and blazers and a pair of tatty brogues.[/ul]
Play By: Andrew Smith
PERSONALITY
General personality: Leon is a deeply sensual, bordering on hedonistic individual. Everything in his life and personality is driven towards the pursuit of beauty and pleasure. Having had no contact with his mother since early childhood – his father, an over bearing and religious figure, threw her out of the house when Leon was a toddler, believing her to be a sinful and wicked influence on their young son – Leon has been trying to fill the void of a female influence in his life fairly unsuccessfully with a string of one night stands and affairs with married women. That isn’t to say he is only attracted to women, but he tends to be more at ease around girls and as such doesn’t pursue relationships with other men. Despite his habit of sleeping around, he doesn’t consider himself a player or a user – he feels a deep, awe-inspired love towards women that few people recognise in him. Most people just think he’s a bit of a slag. Which technically he is.
He is an art student and is currently obsessing a little over renaissance art, particularly the sculpture and works a lot with stone, clay and wood. He is skilled as a draughtsman and is determined to perfect his classical techniques before moving onto the more out there modern art. He’s a traditionalist in that respect.
In Leon is a contrast some people find strange - a love of being outdoors alone with nature, and a social life which revolves around sex, drugs and rock and roll. He’ll spend days off his face on speed or ecstasy at clubs and house parties, the days telescoping into the nights and each girl and occasional boy blurring into one beautiful androgyne. After the crash, the 48 hour jet lagged sleep, he would strap a tent to the back of his bicycle and leave for the countryside, dreaming of wild flower meadows and mother nature’s breast to cushion his head, rather than whichever beautiful, vapid girl he had left behind.
His father’s catholic influence has rubbed off on him in some ways – he is an atheist, but with a layman’s interest in theology. The stories fascinate him. One of his heroes is Lot’s wife, who looked back at the city of Sodom after it was destroyed and was turned into a pillar of salt as punishment. There is nothing braver and more human than to look back at what should not exist, and he knows it’s not the point of the story but he hopes he will always be a pillar of salt.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: “Um…” “Alles klar”
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: (please name three) Charismatic, artistic, imaginative
Weaknesses:(please name three) Vanity, overly emotional, judgemental
BACKGROUND
Family:
Mother: Aishe Petulengro Leon doesn’t know his mother, or know what she did that was so terrible that his father threw her out – although he suspects it wasn’t very much, if anything. He doesn’t know what she looked like, but imagines it was from her that he inherited his wavy hair, skinny frame and full lips. [/ul]
Education: Was educated in Germany up until the age of fifteen. Following a move to America he was boarding school educated. He is currently studying art at university in NYC.
Occupation: Art student and part time assistant at a tailors.
Worst past experience: He would like to say his mother leaving, but frankly he can hardly remember her. One of his friends caught TB and died when he was 14. Also, he got hit by a car once, and broke his leg and his bicycle. Besides that he hasn’t had many terrible experiences in his life,
Best past experience: Losing his virginity. It was with a woman who was a few years older and much more experienced than him.
Image: Generally seen as a fairly unintelligent lad but cute and good fun, although he perhaps has a few too many one night stands and could occasionally do with a good slapping.
History: For the first part of his life Leon lived in Germany with his father who raised him as a single parent. His mother left when he was very young, so young he can’t remember her at all. All he knows is that there’s a vague female shaped gap in his life. Left alone with a strongly overbearing father, Leon had little freedom as he was growing up and was, as a child, as ardently Catholic as his father. However after years of not being allowed to play with the children on his street who’s parents were atheist, or considered too bohemian or not respectable enough for their family Leon grew to resent his father more and more and this resentment led to him withdrawing from his Catholic beliefs to become atheist himself.
Up until the age of fifteen he was educated in Germany, first at a grundschule then a private gymnasium, and it was while he was at the gymnasium one of his friends, Tobi, caught TB after a holiday in China. Everyone in his class, including Leon, had to be immunised against TB, just in case. No one else got ill but Tobi didn’t survive. There was a funeral, and that was about it before everything just went back to normal. Leon didn’t quite understand why, or even feel any deep, coherent emotion about it, but he found himself suddenly, burningly angry at the effortless dullness around him and how little anything changed, ever. Partially, although he never acknowledged it himself, this anger was in some way at his own ability to move on from his friend’s death. In a way just continuing to live seemed like a betrayal.
A year later he turned fifteen and his father’s work as a history academic lead to them moving to America. By then Leon was showing signs of what his father thought of as a dangerously rebellious streak and things got worse as the teenager grew increasingly frustrated by suburban life, the flame of unfocused teenage anger still burning after Tobi’s death. Too in love with himself to turn this anger inwards he expressed it through petty defiance and law breaking, so he was hurriedly packed off to a Catholic boarding school instead of the local high school. Catholic boarding school proved to be an interesting and informative three year experience for a resentful, hormonal, bi curious teenager. Institutionalised homophobia was pretty much a given in such an establishment and if anyone was sad enough to come out they would be mercilessly bullied and, in between the beatings, sent to some loser councillor who tried to kill them with their humanitarian empathy. The slightly more canny gay guys skirted around the subject with vague references to being ‘confused’ or ‘curious’ and admiring Oscar Wilde before hurrying off to the toilets for a quick hand job. Along with these experiences he occasionally snuck out of school during the evenings, abandoning the conspicuous blazer and tie of his school uniform, to meet with local girls before returning with a self satisfied silver lining to his cloud of guilt.
As numerous school reports testified, Leon was not a naturally clever student. He could get by at Latin and was obviously top of the class in German, but was always bottom in English and rarely turned up for Maths or Science lessons, using the ones he did go to as a chance to catch up on his sleep. Art he excelled at, and got good marks but he was generally bored by the lessons and loudly derisive of his teacher who he considered to be a bland and unimaginative thinker, too wrapped up in his bourgeois lifestyle to create anything worthwhile. This wasn’t enough to put him off continuing to study art and he applied to study art in NYC. He’s currently living with one of his few male friends, Peter a furniture design student.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Leon was curled up, wrapped around himself morning-glory-like. He had a look of tentative concentration on his face, of one who owns a diary but uses it to draw in more than write.
He had to stop writing at this point because the rest of the page was filled by a drawing of his flatmate Peter making a cup of tea. He could go onto the next page but that had tomorrows date written at the top. Things could get confusing. Lifting his chin he stared across the kitchen. At the loaf quietly going blue in the breadbin, the unwashed dishes in the sink, then back down at cheap plastic table he sat at, flecked with paint but surrounded by fancy dining chairs because Peter worked at a furniture store and got a discount. This was it then. Soon Peter would come back from work, go ‘Alright?’ and Leon would shrug and go ‘’m an orphan, now’ and Peter would go ‘S’pose. Tea?’ And Leon would go ‘Sure.’ Then they’d go out to some bar and get drunk and then it would be tomorrow and the funeral would be in the past. People would hesitate before talking about their parents in front of Leon for maybe a few more weeks, but they wouldn’t feel obliged to ask him how he felt.
The door clattered open, then shut. Pause for silence apart from the soft shuffling of paper as Peter leafed through his mail then the man stepped into the kitchen.
“Alright?”
Leon shrugged.
Leon Oskar Goldmund
Low Class
Low Class
Canon: Narcissus and Goldmund
Custom Title: Don’t get lost in heaven
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5’11
Body: Skinny and wiry. His shoulders and hips are very narrow, with a little muscle definition on his arms and abs from half hearted gym visits and no fat thanks to a high metabolism. Long, lean limbs could make him look gangly, but rather his skinny frame is willowy and graceful.
Other distinguishing features: Full lips and skin which freckles easily. He has two beauty marks on his face, one under his eye and another just above his lips.
Wardrobe: He doesn’t wear particularly striking or innovative fashions, although he likes to think he manages to stay roughly on trend. Largely he favours layered tops, all clean tailored lines and soft fabrics with scarves and fitted jeans or chinos. He bought a Breton striped top in a trip to Brittany once which he really likes, and haunts flea markets and vintage shops so mixed in with the Urban Outfitters and Ben Sherman in his wardrobe there are a few vintage pieces – cricket jumpers and blazers and a pair of tatty brogues.[/ul]
Play By: Andrew Smith
PERSONALITY
General personality: Leon is a deeply sensual, bordering on hedonistic individual. Everything in his life and personality is driven towards the pursuit of beauty and pleasure. Having had no contact with his mother since early childhood – his father, an over bearing and religious figure, threw her out of the house when Leon was a toddler, believing her to be a sinful and wicked influence on their young son – Leon has been trying to fill the void of a female influence in his life fairly unsuccessfully with a string of one night stands and affairs with married women. That isn’t to say he is only attracted to women, but he tends to be more at ease around girls and as such doesn’t pursue relationships with other men. Despite his habit of sleeping around, he doesn’t consider himself a player or a user – he feels a deep, awe-inspired love towards women that few people recognise in him. Most people just think he’s a bit of a slag. Which technically he is.
He is an art student and is currently obsessing a little over renaissance art, particularly the sculpture and works a lot with stone, clay and wood. He is skilled as a draughtsman and is determined to perfect his classical techniques before moving onto the more out there modern art. He’s a traditionalist in that respect.
In Leon is a contrast some people find strange - a love of being outdoors alone with nature, and a social life which revolves around sex, drugs and rock and roll. He’ll spend days off his face on speed or ecstasy at clubs and house parties, the days telescoping into the nights and each girl and occasional boy blurring into one beautiful androgyne. After the crash, the 48 hour jet lagged sleep, he would strap a tent to the back of his bicycle and leave for the countryside, dreaming of wild flower meadows and mother nature’s breast to cushion his head, rather than whichever beautiful, vapid girl he had left behind.
His father’s catholic influence has rubbed off on him in some ways – he is an atheist, but with a layman’s interest in theology. The stories fascinate him. One of his heroes is Lot’s wife, who looked back at the city of Sodom after it was destroyed and was turned into a pillar of salt as punishment. There is nothing braver and more human than to look back at what should not exist, and he knows it’s not the point of the story but he hopes he will always be a pillar of salt.
Quotes, frequently used expressions: “Um…” “Alles klar”
Likes:
- Sculpture
- Booze and drugs
- Love
- Women (And men, when he’s not being intimidated by them)
- Mesoamerican architecture
- Drawing little portraits or writing a few lines of poetry on bus tickets and leaving them behind for a stranger to find, in the hope they might see it and smile
- Folding origami flowers out of paper napkins in dingy cafes
- Dancing
- Singing
- Dressing up in fun clothes
- Horse riding
- Whales
- Wales
-
Wails
Dislikes:
- Religion – Catholicism specifically
- Cars
- Horror movies
- Being ignored
- Hangovers
- Eels
- Rejection
- Capitalism
- Men who are taller and stronger than him and married to or fathers of women he has slept with
Strengths: (please name three) Charismatic, artistic, imaginative
Weaknesses:(please name three) Vanity, overly emotional, judgemental
BACKGROUND
Family:
Mother: Aishe Petulengro Leon doesn’t know his mother, or know what she did that was so terrible that his father threw her out – although he suspects it wasn’t very much, if anything. He doesn’t know what she looked like, but imagines it was from her that he inherited his wavy hair, skinny frame and full lips. [/ul]
Education: Was educated in Germany up until the age of fifteen. Following a move to America he was boarding school educated. He is currently studying art at university in NYC.
Occupation: Art student and part time assistant at a tailors.
Worst past experience: He would like to say his mother leaving, but frankly he can hardly remember her. One of his friends caught TB and died when he was 14. Also, he got hit by a car once, and broke his leg and his bicycle. Besides that he hasn’t had many terrible experiences in his life,
Best past experience: Losing his virginity. It was with a woman who was a few years older and much more experienced than him.
Image: Generally seen as a fairly unintelligent lad but cute and good fun, although he perhaps has a few too many one night stands and could occasionally do with a good slapping.
History: For the first part of his life Leon lived in Germany with his father who raised him as a single parent. His mother left when he was very young, so young he can’t remember her at all. All he knows is that there’s a vague female shaped gap in his life. Left alone with a strongly overbearing father, Leon had little freedom as he was growing up and was, as a child, as ardently Catholic as his father. However after years of not being allowed to play with the children on his street who’s parents were atheist, or considered too bohemian or not respectable enough for their family Leon grew to resent his father more and more and this resentment led to him withdrawing from his Catholic beliefs to become atheist himself.
Up until the age of fifteen he was educated in Germany, first at a grundschule then a private gymnasium, and it was while he was at the gymnasium one of his friends, Tobi, caught TB after a holiday in China. Everyone in his class, including Leon, had to be immunised against TB, just in case. No one else got ill but Tobi didn’t survive. There was a funeral, and that was about it before everything just went back to normal. Leon didn’t quite understand why, or even feel any deep, coherent emotion about it, but he found himself suddenly, burningly angry at the effortless dullness around him and how little anything changed, ever. Partially, although he never acknowledged it himself, this anger was in some way at his own ability to move on from his friend’s death. In a way just continuing to live seemed like a betrayal.
A year later he turned fifteen and his father’s work as a history academic lead to them moving to America. By then Leon was showing signs of what his father thought of as a dangerously rebellious streak and things got worse as the teenager grew increasingly frustrated by suburban life, the flame of unfocused teenage anger still burning after Tobi’s death. Too in love with himself to turn this anger inwards he expressed it through petty defiance and law breaking, so he was hurriedly packed off to a Catholic boarding school instead of the local high school. Catholic boarding school proved to be an interesting and informative three year experience for a resentful, hormonal, bi curious teenager. Institutionalised homophobia was pretty much a given in such an establishment and if anyone was sad enough to come out they would be mercilessly bullied and, in between the beatings, sent to some loser councillor who tried to kill them with their humanitarian empathy. The slightly more canny gay guys skirted around the subject with vague references to being ‘confused’ or ‘curious’ and admiring Oscar Wilde before hurrying off to the toilets for a quick hand job. Along with these experiences he occasionally snuck out of school during the evenings, abandoning the conspicuous blazer and tie of his school uniform, to meet with local girls before returning with a self satisfied silver lining to his cloud of guilt.
As numerous school reports testified, Leon was not a naturally clever student. He could get by at Latin and was obviously top of the class in German, but was always bottom in English and rarely turned up for Maths or Science lessons, using the ones he did go to as a chance to catch up on his sleep. Art he excelled at, and got good marks but he was generally bored by the lessons and loudly derisive of his teacher who he considered to be a bland and unimaginative thinker, too wrapped up in his bourgeois lifestyle to create anything worthwhile. This wasn’t enough to put him off continuing to study art and he applied to study art in NYC. He’s currently living with one of his few male friends, Peter a furniture design student.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
Leon was curled up, wrapped around himself morning-glory-like. He had a look of tentative concentration on his face, of one who owns a diary but uses it to draw in more than write.
He had to stop writing at this point because the rest of the page was filled by a drawing of his flatmate Peter making a cup of tea. He could go onto the next page but that had tomorrows date written at the top. Things could get confusing. Lifting his chin he stared across the kitchen. At the loaf quietly going blue in the breadbin, the unwashed dishes in the sink, then back down at cheap plastic table he sat at, flecked with paint but surrounded by fancy dining chairs because Peter worked at a furniture store and got a discount. This was it then. Soon Peter would come back from work, go ‘Alright?’ and Leon would shrug and go ‘’m an orphan, now’ and Peter would go ‘S’pose. Tea?’ And Leon would go ‘Sure.’ Then they’d go out to some bar and get drunk and then it would be tomorrow and the funeral would be in the past. People would hesitate before talking about their parents in front of Leon for maybe a few more weeks, but they wouldn’t feel obliged to ask him how he felt.
The door clattered open, then shut. Pause for silence apart from the soft shuffling of paper as Peter leafed through his mail then the man stepped into the kitchen.
“Alright?”
Leon shrugged.
Let me know if you have questions.