Post by Kurt Hummel on Nov 28, 2009 22:12:19 GMT -5
KURT HUMMEL
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
Name: I'm getting bored of saying this?
Age: Even though I never say it properly anymore
Roleplaying Experience: I was surprised Kurt doesn't have a profile yet
How you found the site: Maybe I should have lied and said it had accidently got deleted?
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Kurt Hummel
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hair Color: bronze
Eye Color: blue
Skin Tone: average?
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 136lbs
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Why they are in La Campana: His grandmother was unimpressed with her son's acceptance of Kurt's sexuality. She footed the bill, and sent him here.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
Jocks
Boys
Fashion
Paris
Musicals
Broadway
Make-overs
Performing
Dancing
Dislikes:
Non-coordinating
Sharing the spotlight
Talking the talk without walking the walk
Horrible singers
Losing
Tacky things
Bullies
Curry
Hurting his father
Turn Ons:
Muscles
Charisma
A good singing voice
good with their hands, some way or another
Turn Offs: at least four
Ego
A grating voice
Girl
Manboobs... Or just boobs
Nervous Habits:
Clearing his throat
Acting even more snobby
Fears:
Dresses (and not being able to pull them off)
Dying young, like his mother
Goals/Aspirations:
Making it to Broadway
Being himself and getting accepted for it
Appearance: Kurt gives a lot of thought to his looks. His outfits are always perfectly coordinated (of course) every seam and strand of hair in place. He likes to describe his hair as a perfect honey tone, and he's not far off. His features could look a little sharp, but once you get to know him, that façade falls away. He doesn't smile often, but smiling relaxes all the tight muscles of his body, turning him from a moving mannequin into a real boy (though his clothing is still perfectly in order, of course).
He has a slim build, though there are subtle muscles there, mostly from dancing, though he is a mean football kicker. His outfits come straight off the runways and the pages of fashion magazines, and can sometimes be overly ridiculous. But he carries himself in such a way that makes you almost wish you were wearing the same thing.
Personality:Kurt is a rather off-beat character. He loves the world of musical theater, but also most genres of music. He dresses for the runway, and even in uniform, he adds certain things to make sure he looks the best. But these are just the obvious things. Reach past that and you'll see a boy who loves to give advice to his friends, finds beauty in little things, and is made out of a lot sterner stuff than his appearance leads you to believe.
Family is a weak spot. Kurt shuts down completely when it comes to talking about them. His mother he's hardly talked about at all, since her untimely passing. If he can't laugh such a topic off, he glowers and turns away. Only when he truly trusts you does he open up and talk about his home life. Or anything, really, more personal than fashion, gossip, and singing. Singing, which of course is his passion.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Jake Hummel (43)
Mother: Rebecca (Deceased)
Sibling/s: N/A
Other important relatives: Unnamed Grandmother Hummel (who sends him away)
Pets: N/A
History:
Kurt's life was pretty ordinary. He grew up in a well off family with a loving mother and father, though his father was a little distant. His memories of childhood are hazy and soft, like the last pieces of a good dream. He feels he must have been a very happy boy. Or maybe all the bad things have faded away, to avoid soiling the paradise, the good times.
Everyone knew he was different but him. The only thing he wanted for his third birthday was a pair of sensible heels, and that was just the beginning. But he never really thought anything of it, because no matter what anyone said, he would come home, and his mom would be there with open arms, and gentle hands to wipe away any tears.
Except one day, he came home, and she wasn't there anymore. His dad's arms were too busy keeping himself together. So Kurt didn't cry. He went, crawled into her closet, and sat there for what may have been days. But he couldn't cry, because who would wipe the tears away? He was only twleve.
The next four years were getting by. That's all, really. He went through the motions, he sharpened his snark on the muscles of those who bullied him, and sharpened his voice with song. Glee Club was a difference, though. Finally, he wasn't just getting by. He was... making friends. And joining teams. Having people to cheer him on, and more than just his favorite contestant on American Idol to cheer on himself. He came out and told everyone what they already knew. He confessed his love... Kind of. He was growing up.
Though, according to his grandparents, he's growing up into Satan's gardens. Apparently, La Campana is the only way out of such dangerous grounds.
Kurt can handle it, though. He's good at getting by.
Roleplaying Sample:
Kurt stared.
He had been staring for the past five minutes, he thought. But it was only fair. He was just standing there, minding his own business as he tried to find a way to get the first of his many suitcases up the stairs. But he was distracted by the ass that had just walked past him. The girl, or was it a boy? had a very nice ass. There was just no denying it.
Damn. He had just gotten here, and was already starting to think hetero thoughts? That was just frightening. Way too fast. Had they drugged the air here with testosterone, or something?
He didn't even realize he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking slackjawed. People were sure to notice, and usually Kurt wouldn't be this obvious. But he was suffering from jetlag, and obviously not himself. Part of his brain, still functioning, filed this excellent excuse away for when he would need it.
Wait. The girl was turning. Kurt blinked, staring at the girl's face a second too long. As the girl's eyes met his, he felt his face go very red, and he spun around, beginning to drag one his bag up the stairs. He didn't care if it took forever. It took his mind off of this awkward situation. Though it didn't, really.
He could not stay here long, if his heart was already pounding over such a feminine face as that.