Post by kaspar on Dec 4, 2010 16:41:59 GMT -5
KASPARMARTINDIETRICH !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Kas, Die, Martin, anything by his twin, but call him petnames when you are not close to him and he'll more than likely rebel.
age: Eighteen.
gender: Male.
grade: Senior.
sexuality: Straight.
played by: Tom Kaulitz.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Hair: Kaspar's hair ranges from a dark chocolate brown to a light cream colour as it progresses, the length being down a bit past his shoulders. It's held together in dreadlocks, normally up in a ponytail. Eyes: His eyes reflect his mood, darkening when he's angered to a lighter shade when content, they are a deep mocha. Structure: Kaspar holds his figure nicely, not letting himself get completely out of shape, but works just enough to keep his frame tight and masculine. He's rather tall, yet doesn't weigh to much. Style: Clothing wise, Kaspar wears baggy clothing, based around darker styles, usually his outfits leave everything to the imagionation. Ball caps are not beyond him. Piercings: He has a spiderbite on his left bottom lip.
personality: Basics:
Around other people, Kaspar can seem rather cold and distant, not really approving of large crowds do to his lack of understanding multiple conversations at once, because of the language barrier, yet he'll try to keep involved if he can. Though, he won't make the move to go up to someone and greet them, Kaspar really has no problem with making friends as long as they don't come off to strong. He has an issue with abnoxious beings so he'll bluntly state when he's irritated if someone begins to annoy him. Being blunt is one of his main traits, he'll tell the truth while disregarding the fact of sugar coating, so don't ask him something if you don't want the honest truth. Mainly, Kaspar can be rather pushy and hands on if he feels like he's being attacked or falsely accused, leaving his temper short. He is most content when with his twin, and will rarely leave his side, so if anybody has an issue with Nikolaus, then they damn well have a massive issue with Kaspar.
likes: Getting his way, being achknowledged, being treated like an equal, not like a child, females, pastry, being told he's good at whatever he does/praised, solitude with his twin.
dislikes: Sweets, loud abnoxious people, being scolded/yelled at, disappointing anybody close to him, enclosed spaces, losing his train of thought, trying to say something but not knowing how to explain it due to language differences, being spoken to like an idiot.
strengths: Guitar, knowing multiple languages, protective over his allies, sensitive to others feelings/empathetic, is logical, quick tongued.
weaknesses: His family and friends, language barrier, being constantly picked at((not really patient)), not being able to understand what someone means/misunderstanding, flirtacious femmes.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Anton Kristof Dietrich.
siblings: Nikolaus Falco Dietrich. -twin-
significant other (s): N/A
pets: N/A
hometown: Leipzig, Germany
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SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: Nyght Ivory Aetherius
best way to reach you: PM
RP sample:
The sun was bright in the sky, holding itself above the treetops and ordering it's rays of light to break through what would be, the black veil of night. It was nearly past it's peak, showing that it was estimately after noon, but not yet allowing the moon any signs of the day being hindered. The earth would be in a lit state, painfully light, but the tinted grey clouds that dappled the air stripped the ball of fire in the sky of that privilege. The courtyard of the high school was close to vacant, due to the fact that it was still relatively 'early' in the day, despite any protests of time. Teenagers of course, could turn practically nocturnal without even realizing it, so waking up at about five in the afternoon was a blessing to anybody when it wasn't a school day. Few out of many benches were occupied by weary students, some perhaps sleeping what was left of the day away, while the rest watched keenly for any gossip that could maybe be used as blackmail later. For, obviously, children were still conniving.
"Kreios," A soft feminine voice rang just above a whisper, cooed affectionately in a spoken act of admiration for whomever she was addressing. Following suite, a low whistle escaped her parted lips, the sound quick and sharp. By now, as the clearly teenage femme hunched over to clap her hands, it was acknowledgeable that Nyght was calling out to some kind of animal, a canine of sorts. The girl's irises glistened contently, the normal crystal clear sapphire a light shade, showing signs of bliss at the simple act of being outside, and alone. Ah, silent solitude. Could anyone ask for something more simplistic, yet rewarding? I think not. It wasn't that Nyght disliked company, it was more such being judged she despised over anything. If she strayed from crowds, put up a guard, others would leave her alone, hence, her own fear of being rejected by everyone could subside for the moment. It did bare a depressive song, someone being so self conscious of themselves that they purposely set up the outcast scenario as nothing more of a barrier, it was like a bird with clipped wings. Potential to fly, yet manipulated into the belief it was never meant to be.
The girl that had spoken sported a pair of smooth grey skinny jeans, a loose belt that hung lopsided to the right, and multiple white tank tops. Her hair was teased in the back to fluff out forward, naturally nightshade in coloration, but dyed in a white stripe off to the left side. Ocean washed optics softening at the sight of a young Kelpie bounding forward in graceful strides. Being a herding dog by natures branding, the Kelpie know known as Kreios was small in structure, about up to someones knees, but had a sleek frame made for rounding through the legs of hoofed animals. Kelpie's especially were designed to run along the backs of sheep's while herding, so they were exceptionally light in weight. The brute was marked with rottweiler coloration, a base of jet black, coated in unmistakable brown characterization. Though, some strands of fur seemed faded, showing that the canine was rather old in age, but not yet out of it's youthful years.
The petite dog rounded around the girl's heels once without haste, letting out a single bark to show his satisfaction for being outside. Then, as Nyght snapped her fingers, the canine fell to the ground, laying down obediently, ears perked forward while brown eyes gazing up in ancient patience. "Good, Kreios. Rellik trained you well." Murmuring out the last part, Nyght gave the dog a good praising touch, though was noticeably tensed up at the mention of the strangers name. Rellik. Her younger brother, Kreios was his dog before he passed, Nyght immediately claiming the Kelpie as her own afterwards, feeling a weird sense of ownership since the past owner was deceased. Her parents simply wouldn't do Kreios any justice.
Shuddering at just the name, Nyght forced the thoughts of her past back into the container they were usually held in, not allowing such memories to linger in her mind any longer. Of course, people had different ways to deal with such issues, the girls' were needless to say, frowned upon. Drinking, everyone did it, she was told before that she was a fun drunk, not that it made it any better. Chemical abuse, drugs, nothing to extreme, and not frequently, controlled as it could be in all truth, but still an addiction, and so on. Kreios though, was a stress reliever, the only 'object' that she had from her brother, making the dog a high regard to her senses.
"Kreios, go, have fun." Carefully whispered, the Kelpie gave her hand a quick lick, before bolting for his daily exercise. No muzzle, no leash, a simple collar to show that he wasn't a stray, no restraints. The canine was trustworthy, trained and not energetic enough to chase a car, or a person. Nyght wouldn't worry about him getting to far gone. Though, straightening her back and keenly observing the creatures movements, she literally almost decided to turn and leave when she noticed Kreios was now circling around somebody. To her, it was obvious the dog was herding, but to anyone else, it could be considered perhaps territorial attack stances.
"Fuck."
"Kreios," A soft feminine voice rang just above a whisper, cooed affectionately in a spoken act of admiration for whomever she was addressing. Following suite, a low whistle escaped her parted lips, the sound quick and sharp. By now, as the clearly teenage femme hunched over to clap her hands, it was acknowledgeable that Nyght was calling out to some kind of animal, a canine of sorts. The girl's irises glistened contently, the normal crystal clear sapphire a light shade, showing signs of bliss at the simple act of being outside, and alone. Ah, silent solitude. Could anyone ask for something more simplistic, yet rewarding? I think not. It wasn't that Nyght disliked company, it was more such being judged she despised over anything. If she strayed from crowds, put up a guard, others would leave her alone, hence, her own fear of being rejected by everyone could subside for the moment. It did bare a depressive song, someone being so self conscious of themselves that they purposely set up the outcast scenario as nothing more of a barrier, it was like a bird with clipped wings. Potential to fly, yet manipulated into the belief it was never meant to be.
The girl that had spoken sported a pair of smooth grey skinny jeans, a loose belt that hung lopsided to the right, and multiple white tank tops. Her hair was teased in the back to fluff out forward, naturally nightshade in coloration, but dyed in a white stripe off to the left side. Ocean washed optics softening at the sight of a young Kelpie bounding forward in graceful strides. Being a herding dog by natures branding, the Kelpie know known as Kreios was small in structure, about up to someones knees, but had a sleek frame made for rounding through the legs of hoofed animals. Kelpie's especially were designed to run along the backs of sheep's while herding, so they were exceptionally light in weight. The brute was marked with rottweiler coloration, a base of jet black, coated in unmistakable brown characterization. Though, some strands of fur seemed faded, showing that the canine was rather old in age, but not yet out of it's youthful years.
The petite dog rounded around the girl's heels once without haste, letting out a single bark to show his satisfaction for being outside. Then, as Nyght snapped her fingers, the canine fell to the ground, laying down obediently, ears perked forward while brown eyes gazing up in ancient patience. "Good, Kreios. Rellik trained you well." Murmuring out the last part, Nyght gave the dog a good praising touch, though was noticeably tensed up at the mention of the strangers name. Rellik. Her younger brother, Kreios was his dog before he passed, Nyght immediately claiming the Kelpie as her own afterwards, feeling a weird sense of ownership since the past owner was deceased. Her parents simply wouldn't do Kreios any justice.
Shuddering at just the name, Nyght forced the thoughts of her past back into the container they were usually held in, not allowing such memories to linger in her mind any longer. Of course, people had different ways to deal with such issues, the girls' were needless to say, frowned upon. Drinking, everyone did it, she was told before that she was a fun drunk, not that it made it any better. Chemical abuse, drugs, nothing to extreme, and not frequently, controlled as it could be in all truth, but still an addiction, and so on. Kreios though, was a stress reliever, the only 'object' that she had from her brother, making the dog a high regard to her senses.
"Kreios, go, have fun." Carefully whispered, the Kelpie gave her hand a quick lick, before bolting for his daily exercise. No muzzle, no leash, a simple collar to show that he wasn't a stray, no restraints. The canine was trustworthy, trained and not energetic enough to chase a car, or a person. Nyght wouldn't worry about him getting to far gone. Though, straightening her back and keenly observing the creatures movements, she literally almost decided to turn and leave when she noticed Kreios was now circling around somebody. To her, it was obvious the dog was herding, but to anyone else, it could be considered perhaps territorial attack stances.
"Fuck."
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