Post by Aldair Beilschmidt on Aug 26, 2011 19:16:30 GMT -5
REPUNZEL’S PRINCE
ALDAIR BEILSCHMIDT
Years ago, when I was younger,
Table of Contents
Nicknames: Prince Aldair,
Age: Ten
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Human
Where they reside: The Castle
I kinda' liked a girl I knew,
Story Summary
Likes:
+ Swordfighting
+ Walking
+ Sweets
+ Being in charge
+ Order
Dislikes:
- Having someone else be the leader
- People slacking off
- Disorder
- Being frightened
- Being called “young”, “small”, or “little”
Any special traits or habits/quirks:
* Flirting - Aldair has a habit of flirting with almost any girl he believes is pretty. Well, flirting is what he tries to do. In actuality, he pretty much just acts nervous around the girl and tries not to say anything offensive, for fear of the girl not liking him. This doesn't get in the way of finding and rescuing his true love, however. It's just that there are pretty girls on the way, so he might as well talk to them, right?
* Hopeless Romantic - Aldair knows quite well that he will probably never be in a relationship, but that doesn't stop him from thinking about being in one. He loves to think about him and his true love holding hands, kissing, going on dates, and the list goes on. Sometimes he will zone out when listening to someone else and think about these things, which has got him in trouble countless times.
* Order - Everything has to be perfect. No exceptions. If someone doesn't fight perfectly, they better learn how. If the books are not arranged neatly, Aldair will fix them himself if he has to. No, he is not a perfectionist, but very close to it. He just likes everything going exactly according to plan and everyone being exactly how he wants it to be.
Fears:
* Losing Someone - Aldair can't even imagine what he'd do if he lost anyone close to him, especially his true love. It'd just be absolutely horrible. This is the main reason he insisted on learning how to fight.
* Fish - Those things are so creepy! They're all slimy and scaly and just...ew! Aldair can't stand the site of them and even refuses to eat them.
She was mine and we were sweethearts,
The Story
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?:
"A wish? For real?" Aldair asked, tilting his head to the side for a moment. "Well, uh, can you please help me find my true love? She's in a tower somewhere, but I can't find her. I would, uh, really appreciate it."
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.
Even though he is always trying to be nice, Aldair comes off as very strict most of the time. He likes things done one specific way: his way. If someone it’s doing it his way, then they can just leave. In his mind, the way he wants it is the only way something is going to get done. Everyone else’s ways of getting the objective completed are wrong. This is a bad way to think, but he doesn’t know this. He has always believed this and may always think this way.
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.
When facing an individual in which Aldair is trying to impress, he always gets very nervous. He will start to stutter slight when he speaks, clasp his hands together, and looks down at the ground. His caretakers believe this is because of his lack of social skills (he wasn’t allowed out of the castle until very recently) and Aldair does not know how to act confident. This theory seems to be false however, as when Aldair is in charge of leading a group he always seems as confident as ever.
Story/History:
There's someone out there. Someone locked in a cell in a tall tower, waiting for a brave prince to come rescue them. Aldair knows this. His true love is in that tower. It's been his goal since as long as he can remember to rescue this girl from the tower and bring her home to safety, where they can live happily ever after together.
Roleplay Sample:
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.
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.
…that was then but then it's true!
About the Author
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Age: Fourteen
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