Post by Ernst Robel on Aug 3, 2009 5:31:10 GMT -5
ERNST ROBEL
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Broken Blumenkind (vine)
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Four
How you found the site: A birdie told me.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Ernst Robel
Gender: Male
Age: fifteen
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: brown
Skin Tone: very pale
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 126lbs
Wealth: poor
Sexual Orientation: gay
Why they are in La Campana: He confessed during church to the fact that he was in love with another boy. His priest told his parents, and they sent him away immediately.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
Hänschen Rilow
Grapes
Painting, sketching
Church
Vineyards
Blondes
Books
Homer
Baking
Pirates
Singing
Acting
Dislikes:
Latin class
complicated English words
(most?) teachers
flirting girls
Math
Studying
Liars
Textual conjectures
Turn Ons:
blonde hair
confidence
smarts
seductions
Turn Offs:
Girls
Cross-dressing
bald heads
lack of confidence
Nervous Habits:
Stuttering
voice gets higher when he's nervous/stressed
Fears:
The dark
being alone
being beaten
Goals/Aspirations:
To be accepted by his family again
To pass through school with honors
Appearance: Ernst is small, and skinny as a rail. He has wide eyes that people often say just shout naive. His dark hair is uneven and can never stay tidy, no matter how hard he tries. He wears his school uniforms constantly, which only succeed in making him look thinner than he already is. His skin is pale, and even in the height of summer it remains so. His complexion is as such that when he blushes, the deep red color spreads all cross his face, tinting his ears and neck as well.
Personality: Just by looking at Ernst, you can get a pretty good feel as to his personality. He's a shy, naive boy who's ideas can be a little old fashioned, as is par for his little town. He goes to church every Sunday, stays up late to make sure all of his homework is finished, stays away from the girls school (definitely doesn't sneak over the walls like some of his friends) and never gets home late. Making friends for him is hard, because he hardly ever knows what to say. He is fiercely loyal to the friends he has, though.
At least, he was like that until a boy named Hänschen Rillow volunteered to help him study for exams.
Now, Ernst is still naive and shy. But he has a certain playful streak to him,a certain teasing streak that sometimes slips out. He is a little bit more forward, and picks up on more than he lets on. He won't make the first move, but if you do make the first move, he won't be the one to say no. Actually, he has a real trouble saying no to anyone that is more confident than him
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Eckhart Robel, 38
Mother: Gertrude Schütz
Sibling/s: N/A
Other important relatives: N/A
Pets: N/A
History: Ernst was born in a small German town, and had lived there all his life. His family was a religious one, and he was the only child. There were children in the neighbourhood, however, and on any day that it wasn't dangerous to be outside, he was pushed out the door by his parents and pulled into the games of the others. There were ten of them, though it was rare to have them all out at the same time. Five girls and five boys, pretending to be pirates and faeries and all manners of creatures. This was where the initial social networking went on, though none of the children noticed. Their leaders immerged, Melchior and Ilse always had new ideas to tell the other excited children. His preschool years were all spent in the same way, though he grew more hesitant as he grew older, happy to watch from the ground as the more daring of them scaled to the top of the branches. He was the one who would go off running if anyone took a fall, though.
As school came, things began to change. His parents would be more hesitant, when the girls came to drag him outside. They learned that it would just be easier if one of the boys came to call. It was also when his parents stopped forcing him outside, though he would go anyway. Sometimes on rainy days it was to one of the boy's houses to watch tv or play video games, but then one of them would mention a new creek they had found, or a large, unclimbed tree, and they would rush out again. In the beginning school days, pirates were their favorite. The boys would grab sticks, yelling and laughing. Ernst would sometimes sit out with Martha, watching as Ilse argued with Moritz about how there were such things as pirate queens. His parents started to care when he came home with ripped pants or mud on his shirt.
With preteen years came awkwardness, as the girls giggled more often, and optioned to sit and talk while the boys explored. Ernst would sit with them more often then not, watching the boys laugh and fall while making sure his seat wasn't damp. Most of the time, he didn't mind. What with Ilse joining in with the guys, it was almost like a switch. And sometimes one of the boys would give him a glare, but he usually didn't notice anyway.
Something happened when they were eleven, though. A new boy moved to town (as they often do). But this new boy lived next to Melchior. Which meant that he was officially part of their group. Ernst didn't know what to think of Hänschen, who was quiet like him, smart like Melchior, and didn't seem to blush whenever the girls got near, like Otto, Georg, and Moritz. What he did know was that the girls did not make him nervous either. The feelings that the other boys talked bout meant nothing to him, though he did find that something in his stomach twisted whenever he looked at Melchior, now.
With the age of twelve came high school, and separate schools for the boys and the girls. There was a distance now, and his mother would give him odd, knowing yet nervous looks whenever mention of them came up in conversation. The six boys were still a group, but they had begun to split off into pairs. Otto and Georg. Melchior and Moritz. Which left him with Hänschen. Conversations between the two of them often ended with Ernst trailing off to find that Hänschen had not heard any of it. Meanwhile, whenever the six of them were together, the talk would morve to girls, and Ernst would sit in awkward silence, trying not to blush whenever Melchior addressed him. He had finally put a word to these feelings. He was gay, and that frightened him a little.
Him and Hänschen became some sort of close over the next few years. Hänschen always seemed to know what he needed, what he was thinking, whereas Ernst had no idea what was behind that vacant smile. But it worked. And with the boy tutoring him, he was doing alright in school. And the six of them were still a group. They all went to Georg's first piano recital, and to Melchior and Moritz's soccer games. They all applauded when Otto got a girlfriend, and it was actually Ernst's idea for them to all sneak out one night and sing dirty love song's under the boy's window. They even got drunk for the first time together, which was when Ernst learned that he liked singing, Hänschen had a beautiful voice, and that Melchior got even more philosophical when intoxicated. It was also his first kiss, though no one would admit to being the other person. It was when they were fourteen that things started to change.
First off, Ilse went missing. Ernst was part of the search crew that looked for her, but there was no trace of her, and things missing from her room hinted at her running away. That was the first contact they had with the girls in a while, as they tried to comfort them. Ernst gets a glare from Georg as Anna cries on his shoulder.
Moritz stopped sleeping. He did worse and worse in school, and had failed out by the end of the year. His parents were horrified, and he moved into Melchior's house after getting kicked out of his own.
Things between him and Hänschen had grown awkward again. This could have been because of the fact that Ernst had realized that, while Melchior made his stomach twist, everything about Hänschen made his body ache, his heart beat faster, his palms grow sweaty, his cheeks heat. He lived in constant fear that someone, namely Hänschen, would notice. Until, finally, one night in the vineyard where they usually studied, Hänschen put aside his books and began to talk. He talked of the status quo and life and the future. He talked for longer than Ernst had ever heard him talk before. And then he kissed him. Ernst thought his heart would explode right there.
"On my way here this afternoon, I thought perhaps we'd only... talk."
"So are you sorry we-"
"No, I- I love you, Hänschen! As I have never loved anyone."
"And so you should."
Why was that not a warning to Ernst?
They didn't tell anyone about their relationship, if it was even that. More like meetings in the vineyard, or another private place, for kissing and talking and touching, and soon enough, even more. But Hänschen never replied with anything else to Ernst's confession, and Ernst noticed that every time he said he loved him, Hänschen wouldn't look at him. It drove him crazy, and soon Ernst was barely passing school himself.
It was when they were just fifteen that Melchior came and told the rest of the boys that Wendla was pregnant with his child. It was quite a shock, and Melchior was sent away to a reform school. It was too late for an abortion, but Wendla was not allowed to leave the house after that.
Ernst finally broke down and confessed his love for Hänschen during confessional. He was shocked when he came home from school a week later, and found his parents standing outside the house. His Mutter had been crying, and he had never seen his Vader look so angry. His bags were already packed.
The boy couldn't deal with this. Letting his school bag fall to the ground, he ran. His feet took him to the vineyard, where Hänschen was waiting. Ernst ran towards the boy, but there was something in his stance that had Ernst pull short, instead of throwing himself into an embrace. It was made very clear where Hänschen's feelings were. The next day, Ernst left for a boarding school across the continent with no protests, just a broken heart.
Roleplaying Sample: Ernst froze, looking up from lowered lashes at the boy in front of him. "Hänschen? Is something wrong?"
The boy shifted to look at him, and Ernst took a step back. There was something so empty in those eyes, as if he wasn't there at all. "You told" was all he said.
Ernst's heart began to beat painfully against his ribs. "Was? You heard about that?"
He looked away again, staring up at the clouds. The church bells began to ring, but they brought no peace with them. "Of course I heard about it. It's the latest scandal. It's getting more talk than even poor little Wendla." A pause, as Ernst struggled to breath. "I also heard you're leaving."
My parents packed my bags, ja." Ernst took a step forward again, grabbing Hänschen's arm. "But I don't have to go back! I- I could run away, right now, before they find me!" The blonde still wouldn't look at him. "You could come, Hänschen! You always say you hate it here! We could disappear like Ilse, just go!"
Ernst stared up at the boy, the perfect boy, the one who his life had revolved around for the past year, and before that, too. Hänschen still stared at the stars. He was staring at the stars, perhaps, so he wouldn't have to watch ERnst's heart break.
"I suppose it is better that you are leaving. This has been fun, but dalliances like this are distracting, and the exams at the end of this year determine the rest of our lives." He laughed.
Why? Why are you laughing?
"I'm sure there will be many more distractions for you at this new school. By the time you get home, you'll be over this stage. Or maybe not." Ernst had begun to cry. "Maybe this isn't a stage for you. But no matter." Hänschen turned, brushing past him as he easily shook off the smaller boy's grip. "Auf Wiedersehen, Ernst. Next time, don't pick someone like me."
Come cream away the bliss.
"Hänschen!" Tears were pouring down his cheeks, but he didn't care.
Travel the world within my lips
Hänschen didn't slow. "You never could keep up with me, Ernst. You're such a sentimentalist.
And he disappeared into the darkness of the trees.
Oh, I'm gonna wound you. Oh, you're gonna be my wound.
