Post by Sebastion Kretschmer on Sept 2, 2006 21:35:55 GMT -5
About You:
What Do you Go by?: my online handle is Devy or Mapleleaf.
Age: 17
RP Experiance: 6 years on and off. I spent the last year building my site, Canine Controversy, so I may been a teeny bit rusty^^
Character Stats:
Surname: Kretschmer
First Name: Sebastion
Nick Names: 'Seb' or 'Bastion' by friends. 'Kretsche' by Geman friends.
Middle Name: Klous
Age: 19
Height:6'1
Year: Senior
Schedule:
French III
World History
Science
Digital Photography
Calculus
English
Soccer
Gender: Male
Celeb. Used: Josh Hartnett [unfortunatly.. I hate using celebs, but this image fit so well, lol^^]
Pets: None
Personality: Generally friendly and laid back, Sebastion doesn't have much against anyone. He couldn't hold a grudge to save his life, and would rather just enjoy himself and have fun than deal with drama. Hes a genuinely nice guy, and tries his best to see the good in everyone. He's only found himself in a fist fight once, and didn't fair too badly. He'd athletic and active, enjoying sports [especially soccer] and any outdoor activity.
Appearance:
Face
Much like his sister, he has a square jaw and slender mouth. His eyes are large and brown, and have often been described to him as "puppy dog" eyes [which he doesnt understand, because the exression isnt used in Germany] Unlike his sister's pale complexion, he is slightly more browned and has a less sharp nose. His hair is dark brown, and he rarely takes the time to style it.
Body:
Sebastion is tall and althletic, normally wearing t-shirts, dress shirts, or polo shirts. For pants, he only ever wears worn-in jeans, and basic shoes [skater or running shoes]. He has a tribal tattoo on his left shoulder. It has no meaning to him rather than decorating his body [it frames the left side of his neck, reaching from his shoulder blade to nearly to his chest]. Sebastion never wears any jewlery, or over-complicates his attire.
History: Sebastion grew up in Düsseldorf, Germany with his mother Astrid Kretschmer, his father Wolfgang Kretschmer, and his sister Mike Kretschmer. His mother is an accountant, his father a politician, and his sister is a weapon running and gun for hire in the U.S . His parents were divorced when he was young, and his sister spent most of her life in juvi. Sebastion did very well in school, and instead of stopping at grade 11 [like most germans] he transfered to American [Im assuming that where we are] as an exchange student to take advantage of further education.
Possessions: Basically the cloths on his back- he didnt bring alot, because the customs at the airport are so tight. He did bring is laptop though, to keep in touch with family and friends.
RPG Sample:
Grey. Grey and wet. The sky murmured words unknown, grumbling like a grumpy old man, and threatening to rain. It did. Without warning, sheets of rain swept cross the pavement, the storm drains filled, and dirt on the sidewalk and the road flushed down into a filthy stream of rippling water. The ocean on the other side of the road churned restlessly, only a few surfers still dared stay out there in hopes of the perfect wave. What a miserable night. It was getting dark- so dark he couldn't see the rain unless he stood under a lamp post. His hair clung to his forehead, his jean jacket hung heavily on his shoulders, his eyelids blinked quickly in an attempt to brush off droplets of water. What a miserable night. Hours he had walked the streets, in search of her. Days he had left messages on her answering machine, trying to apologize to her. Her friends wouldn't tell him where she was, his friends had no idea. Two days without a smoke, and his hand itched for one. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a colt and set it in his mouth. Figures, the rain doused his lighter- it refused to spark. Clasping the coffin nail in his hand, he jogged up to the overhanging in front of the pub, where a drunk man was having a cigarette.
" Got a light?"
His voice was throaty and guttural- quiet but deep. Somehow, he wasn't in the mood to be cheery. The nicotine rushed to his blood, pumping his heart and giving him a slight lift from the dumps- but he of all people knew it was only temporary. The rain had soaked it, and he dragged hard to pull any smoke that would burn out of it. rubbing his forehead, he felt a headache coming on. What a mess. Glancing into the pub window, he caught a glimpse of her- there she was. He had scoured the city, check every dorm, alley, street and shop.. and she was right under his nose. And with another guy. A flash of jealousy rushed through his veins, reaching his brain before the nicotine could. Was this why she was avoiding him? Has she found another while he was gone? Its my fault. its my fault for leaving, its my fault for being incapable of affection. No, bite it back. Don't believe it until your sure- ask her.. no, don't ask her. Approach her. See for yourself.. don't condemn her until she is proven guilty. Guilty, what right did he have to appoint someone guilty? Of all the selfish bastards on earth, he was the guilty one. The cherry sparked as he dropped his cigarette on the pavement, crushing it with his foot. As he pushed opened the door, the wind and rain pushed itself through also. As he left go of the door, it slowly close itself- reluctant, due to the force of the storm. He stood there silent, refusing to allow an expression of accusal take over his blank, shadowed face.. waiting for her acknowledgment. Then he could see it- she wasn't coming onto him, he was coming onto her. He knew it wasn't a jealous rage that made him believe so- he could see it. He leaned into space, his eyes were alite, he knew she was drunk and vulnerable. What he better now know, is that she is his.
What Do you Go by?: my online handle is Devy or Mapleleaf.
Age: 17
RP Experiance: 6 years on and off. I spent the last year building my site, Canine Controversy, so I may been a teeny bit rusty^^
Character Stats:
Surname: Kretschmer
First Name: Sebastion
Nick Names: 'Seb' or 'Bastion' by friends. 'Kretsche' by Geman friends.
Middle Name: Klous
Age: 19
Height:6'1
Year: Senior
Schedule:
French III
World History
Science
Digital Photography
Calculus
English
Soccer
Gender: Male
Celeb. Used: Josh Hartnett [unfortunatly.. I hate using celebs, but this image fit so well, lol^^]
Pets: None
Personality: Generally friendly and laid back, Sebastion doesn't have much against anyone. He couldn't hold a grudge to save his life, and would rather just enjoy himself and have fun than deal with drama. Hes a genuinely nice guy, and tries his best to see the good in everyone. He's only found himself in a fist fight once, and didn't fair too badly. He'd athletic and active, enjoying sports [especially soccer] and any outdoor activity.
Appearance:
Face
Much like his sister, he has a square jaw and slender mouth. His eyes are large and brown, and have often been described to him as "puppy dog" eyes [which he doesnt understand, because the exression isnt used in Germany] Unlike his sister's pale complexion, he is slightly more browned and has a less sharp nose. His hair is dark brown, and he rarely takes the time to style it.
Body:
Sebastion is tall and althletic, normally wearing t-shirts, dress shirts, or polo shirts. For pants, he only ever wears worn-in jeans, and basic shoes [skater or running shoes]. He has a tribal tattoo on his left shoulder. It has no meaning to him rather than decorating his body [it frames the left side of his neck, reaching from his shoulder blade to nearly to his chest]. Sebastion never wears any jewlery, or over-complicates his attire.
History: Sebastion grew up in Düsseldorf, Germany with his mother Astrid Kretschmer, his father Wolfgang Kretschmer, and his sister Mike Kretschmer. His mother is an accountant, his father a politician, and his sister is a weapon running and gun for hire in the U.S . His parents were divorced when he was young, and his sister spent most of her life in juvi. Sebastion did very well in school, and instead of stopping at grade 11 [like most germans] he transfered to American [Im assuming that where we are] as an exchange student to take advantage of further education.
Possessions: Basically the cloths on his back- he didnt bring alot, because the customs at the airport are so tight. He did bring is laptop though, to keep in touch with family and friends.
RPG Sample:
Grey. Grey and wet. The sky murmured words unknown, grumbling like a grumpy old man, and threatening to rain. It did. Without warning, sheets of rain swept cross the pavement, the storm drains filled, and dirt on the sidewalk and the road flushed down into a filthy stream of rippling water. The ocean on the other side of the road churned restlessly, only a few surfers still dared stay out there in hopes of the perfect wave. What a miserable night. It was getting dark- so dark he couldn't see the rain unless he stood under a lamp post. His hair clung to his forehead, his jean jacket hung heavily on his shoulders, his eyelids blinked quickly in an attempt to brush off droplets of water. What a miserable night. Hours he had walked the streets, in search of her. Days he had left messages on her answering machine, trying to apologize to her. Her friends wouldn't tell him where she was, his friends had no idea. Two days without a smoke, and his hand itched for one. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a colt and set it in his mouth. Figures, the rain doused his lighter- it refused to spark. Clasping the coffin nail in his hand, he jogged up to the overhanging in front of the pub, where a drunk man was having a cigarette.
" Got a light?"
His voice was throaty and guttural- quiet but deep. Somehow, he wasn't in the mood to be cheery. The nicotine rushed to his blood, pumping his heart and giving him a slight lift from the dumps- but he of all people knew it was only temporary. The rain had soaked it, and he dragged hard to pull any smoke that would burn out of it. rubbing his forehead, he felt a headache coming on. What a mess. Glancing into the pub window, he caught a glimpse of her- there she was. He had scoured the city, check every dorm, alley, street and shop.. and she was right under his nose. And with another guy. A flash of jealousy rushed through his veins, reaching his brain before the nicotine could. Was this why she was avoiding him? Has she found another while he was gone? Its my fault. its my fault for leaving, its my fault for being incapable of affection. No, bite it back. Don't believe it until your sure- ask her.. no, don't ask her. Approach her. See for yourself.. don't condemn her until she is proven guilty. Guilty, what right did he have to appoint someone guilty? Of all the selfish bastards on earth, he was the guilty one. The cherry sparked as he dropped his cigarette on the pavement, crushing it with his foot. As he pushed opened the door, the wind and rain pushed itself through also. As he left go of the door, it slowly close itself- reluctant, due to the force of the storm. He stood there silent, refusing to allow an expression of accusal take over his blank, shadowed face.. waiting for her acknowledgment. Then he could see it- she wasn't coming onto him, he was coming onto her. He knew it wasn't a jealous rage that made him believe so- he could see it. He leaned into space, his eyes were alite, he knew she was drunk and vulnerable. What he better now know, is that she is his.
