Post by Aldair Beilschmidt on Oct 16, 2011 15:39:40 GMT -5
RAPUNZEL
ALDAIR BEILSCHMIDT
Years ago, when I was younger,
Table of Contents
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Human
Where they reside: The Castle
I kinda' liked a girl I knew,
Story Summary
Likes:
+ Piano Music
+ Order
+ Dogs
+ Swords
+ Horses
+ Knowing Everything
+ Climbing Trees
Dislikes:
- Surprises
- Change
- Being Told What to Do
- Fish of Any Kind
- Having Something Hidden From Him
- Bugs
Any special traits or habits/quirks:
▪ Always Gets What He Wants: When Aldair wants something and is not allowed to have it, he will get it at any cost. If someone refuses to let him borrow something of theirs, he will take it by force. Aldair does not realize this is a bad thing and doesn't understand why he continues to get punished for it.
▪ Thinks He Is Always Superior: If Aldair would get in a fight with someone older and clearly bigger than him, he would not back down. Even if his opponent is twice his size, Aldair will always believe he will win.
Fears:
▪ The Dark: Ever since he was really little, Aldair's older brother would tell him ghost stories about how monsters lurk in the shadows and darkness. Since then. Aldair has been terrified of the dark, especially when he's stuck in the dark alone.
▪ Losing Someone Close: It's a big fear of his to lose someone he's really close to. He's already made the decision of protecting anyone he's close to from harm, no matter the cost. It's that big of a fear.
▪ Birds: It is unknown why, but Aldair has a very large fear of birds. Any bird at all scares him. Robins, pigeons, bluebirds, and even little chicks.
She was mine and we were sweethearts,
The Story
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?:
“A wish? Well, I suppose I would wish I could be in charge for once. Just a day, I would think. Or, wait! Um, there’s this girl that lives in this one village that-- ...Actually, can I just stick with the first one, please? Thanks.”
Personality:
If people who had known Aldair were asked to describe him, they would most likely not say anything good at all. What Aldair has shown to people is that he is not a very nice person. Normally, people who know him would say he was rude, loud, and just annoying. These accusations are usually made out of peer pressure from others, however, as Aldair rarely talks to others. Yet when he does talk to people, it never turns out into the greatest conversation. He has a tendency to get frustrated easily over what others say, that is of course unless the person he is speaking to is a person he likes or is friendly toward. In that case, he is very different. With those he likes, Aldair will get flustered very easily and trip over his words very often, yet will always deny being nervous when asked. With those who he is friends with, he will be very comfortable and will talk about nearly anything with the person. But since Aldair doesn’t talk to people very often his mean reputation still stands.
With the few friends Aldair has, he acts very different. With strangers, he will become frustrated easily and constantly shout, yet with friends he will be a bit nicer. Now, his personality does not completely change when around friends. His slightly mean nature still stands even if he is around those he is very close to. It is just that when around those he is used to, Aldair is more comfortable. Also, he expects much more out of his friends. Everything they do must be right. If it is not right, well, Aldair wouldn’t know what to do. Usually he confronts them, calmly of course, and will tell them what is wrong. Clearly he makes better choices when around his friends, and it is mainly because he is so protective over them; he might be even a little too protective. But this is only out of the fact that he does not have many friends and treasures the friendship they have, even if he does not show it.
Despite how Aldair acts, he is actually a very nice person. Everything he does is done out of kindness, but no one understands it. If Aldair were to steal something from a person and give it to another, it was out of kindness toward the second person. It’s not that Aldair does not like the first person, but that he just wanted the second person to be happy. He always looks out for people’s feelings and tries to say the right thing to them, but of course it usually does not turn out the way he hopes it to. His mean reputation has gotten to him ever since he was little, and from then on he had always been scared to talk to people. That is one of the main reasons he does not socialize often. Yet even so, he will try and be cheerful toward others, which also does not turn out the way he plans. He does not mean to say or do the wrong thing. He actually thinks he is doing good all the time and has no idea why he is being punished. What is right and what is wrong has never actually been fully explained to him, and it is clearly showed.
Story/History:
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
Nickname: I have been called Lat, Kitty, Kitkat, etc. So really, whatever you want to call me is perfectly fine. Besides, you know me already.
Age: Fourteen
Country: United States
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