Post by Aldair Beilschmidt on Jun 12, 2011 16:15:07 GMT -5
A D L A I R -- B E I L S H M I D T
~years ago when I was younger~
Name: Aldair Beilschmidt
Age: 10
Fairy/Folk Tale/ Fable: Rapunzel
Role: Prince
I kinda' liked a girl I knew
Physical Description/Biology:
Aldair is a bit short for his age, making him look a bit younger than he really is. He doesn’t do anything about this and doesn’t mind being called short, though he does wish to be taller one day, if only to be as tall as the girls he meets.
His eyes are bright blue and hair is blonde and short. He likes to keep it slicked back so it doesn’t get in his eyes, as it does get quite annoying at times. Though sometimes he doesn’t bother with it.
Even though he is young, Aldair has a few scars on his back from sword fights. He never talks about these scars and changes the subject when they are brought up. No one knows why he is so touchy on the subject.
Where they reside: The Castle
Personality:
Overall, Aldair is just confused in personality and actions. He tries his best to be nice and help others – even if he looks like he is angry and annoyed all the time – though he will do the wrong thing to do so. If his best friend wants a puppy, for example, he might steal one for them. He doesn’t know why he is scolded for trying to be nice, so he tries to make up for it by being nice more often, which then leads to more punishment.
When Aldair wants something, you better give it to him. If not, he will throw a huge tantrum until it is given to him. When ignored and left on his own, he will actually go out and get the thing himself, almost always resorting to violence as he does this. Sometimes though, once he gets what he wants he doesn’t always know what to do with it.
Any special traits or habits?:
Aldair is a hopeless romantic. When he meets a girl he likes, he immediately thinks farther than just dating them. Even at this young age, he thinks of getting together with girls he really likes for eternity, whether it be by marriage or running away together.
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?:
Aldair would most likely wish for the girl he would be crushing on at the moment to love him back.
~she was mine and we were sweethearts~
Roleplay Sample: 150+ words, please!
It was pretty late. Okay, make that very late. Not to some people, but to Aldair it was. He had never stayed up past midnight before, and here he was, walking around the castle at one o’clock in the morning. He made sure to stay quiet, stepping very lightly and making sure only to walk on the rugs. He didn’t want anyone coming to find him. If they did, he’d be in a load of trouble.
There was suddenly a sharp pain in his stomach, followed by the loud roar of his stomach growling. He clutched his stomach, stopping dead in his tracks and staying frozen in place. A small noise like that sounded so loud in the quiet hallway of the castle. It scared Aldair half to death to think someone heard him.
For a few minutes, he just stood there, daring to move an inch. He slowly came to accept there was no one coming and slowly started walking again. He unwrapped one arm from his stomach, using it to balance himself as he tiptoed down the hall. The other arm was wrapped even tighter than before around him, as he was trying hard not to make any noise at all.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Aldair froze in fear, his eyes growing wide. There was someone coming. Only boots on wood could make that sound. He panicked, looking around frantically for a place to hide. It was such an empty hallway. There was barely anything to hide behind, and everything he could hide in was surprisingly too small- The clock!
As quickly and quietly as he could, Aldair pulled the large grandfather clock out from against the wall just enough to hide behind. He squeezed through the gap, scrambling to get through – the gap was a bit smaller than he had though it was. Once he managed to get through, he pulled the clock as much as he could back to where it was before and tried in vain to slow his breathing.
It was tight behind the clock. There was no room for the small boy to move at all. His chest was up against the wood of the clock, which made it hard to get a breath. That may be a good thing, though, as breathing does make noise.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Aldair bit his lip, hoping that whoever was coming hadn’t heard him scramble behind the clock. It would be tough to explain to anyone why he was up so late at night, even if it was just because he didn’t eat enough at dinner. Speaking of not eating, to Aldair’s horror, the sharp pain in his stomach came again, followed by the dull roar. He didn’t have enough room to clutch his stomach and lessen the noise. He was pretty the clock had done that job instead, though he wasn’t positive.
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~that was then but then it's true~
Nickname: Lat, Kitty, Zexy, ect. Whatever.
Age: 13. I'll be 14 in ten days~! *shot*
Contact Info:
MSN/EMAIL: ilovechilly@hotmail.com
~I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts
'cause I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed~
