Post by Frederik-Manson Rufaro Whim on Jan 3, 2010 6:00:44 GMT -5
Frederik-Manson Rufaro Whim
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: U NO ME... (fReD)
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: ...a while? 5 or so on-and-off years..?
How you found the site: Muh Yuyu..~
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Frederik-Manson Rufaro Whim (Fred)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Hair Color: dark brown
Eye Color: brown
Skin Tone: light brown
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Wealth: lower middle class
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Why they are in La Campana: His sister and he discussed venturing to La Campana to keep up with "family". Fred liked the idea of not being under constant surveillance with his "friends", so opted for it. [/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
*"Real" Food
*Dogs
*Being off by himself
*Action
*Power
*Reading
*Writing
*Music (Rock, Rock, Rap Rap.~}
*Pondering the sound of one hand clapping
*The smell of rain
*Poetry
*People who think in "strange" ways
Dislikes:
*People who find him strange
*Idiots
*People who find intelligence and brightness to be measured only by scales and grades, books and memorization
*Bad Smells
*Shallow characters
*Innocence
*Hesitancy
*Corporate Trash
*Extremely Loud Places
Turn Ons:
*Flat tummehs
*Quiet People
*Pretty Eyes
*Tatoos, namely Tribals
*The ones that fight back (Nope. Not a creeper)
*Blushing (Nope.)
*Chains, as well as Lace
*Gags
*Asphyxiation (mostly he is the Asphyxiator. >o>)
*Dat ass, plz
Turn Offs:
*EXTREMELY large boobacles
*Hairy peoples
*Extremely heavy people
*Extremely forward people
Nervous Habits:
*Biting, while thinking
*Zoning out. Period.
*Tilting his head when confused.
Fears:
*Being alone
*Extreme/loud, sudden noises
Goals/Aspirations:
*To be somewhat rich
*To open a "Pitbull Emporium" for all Pits rescued and condemned to be euthanized (to rehabilitate, or keep happy)
*To write at least ONE of the books on his growing list of book ideas.
Appearance: Most of Fred's head is bald, or short in hair. The rest has dreadlocks, arranged in a mohawk. He also has a struggling beard, a few stray hairs on his chin that he refuses to shave because of his sister commenting on it being "distinctive." People have mistaken Fred for being a stoner, simply because of his face that usually has the same expression on it; that of absent bliss. His eyes, like his sister's are a doting shade of brown.
Fred favors dark clothing over light ones, and he himself seldom wears anything else. His own clothing choice is not very distinctive, though he does have an affinity for hats. Mostly t-shirts and jeans are it for him, but if his sister has a say in it, he looks a bit more flashy. We all know how weak to his sister.
Personality: Fred is a strange soul. He tends to keep to himself most of the time. Teachers often mistake him for a model student for his tight-lipped style, and even those experienced often make the mistake of thinking him as having a learning disorder. It's actually neither; the boy simply works best at things he puts his total focus on. In fact, most of his work is never done and may never be done if it wasn't for his sister saving his ass every now and then. Fred is also a passionate person, whether he is writing or acting, or even just sitting and thinking about god knows what.
People usually take him to be a gentle sort of person since most confrontations with angry people (violent ones included) end up with him with some vague, absent smile; this couldn't be farther from the truth. To put it simply, the reason he smiles is because he's thinking of himself peeling the flesh from their face. He's an unstable, angry person deep down, and it has been proven that that side can be awakened by the proper stimulation. Most of this is taken by his sister, who understands him most. Fred also enjoys control and the wicked suffering horribly for their sins. The only things that possibly keeps him from his rampage are animals (he much prefers them over people), writing, and his sister. [/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Styles Whim, 37
Mother: Almondine Laurel, 36
Sibling/s: Campion Lei (brother, 12), Jalal Shait (stepbrother, 15) Ewa Shait (baby sister, 1), Fredriqah-Dakota Esmee Whim (twin sister, 16)
Other important relatives:
*G.G., fraternal grandmother, 59
*PawPaw, fraternal grandfather, 61
*Brenton Whim, 18, fraternal uncle
*Ruby Whim, 27, fraternal aunt
*Grandma, maternal grandmother, 50
*Grandpa, maternal grandfather, 68
*Lee, Key, Mee, Tee, maternal cousins, 16, 16, 13, 11
*Uncle Button, maternal uncle, 34
*Arnuld Shait, stepfather, 35
Pets:
*Mollenfraude "Molly" Schnitzel, 1-year-old Guinea Pig
*RedBull, 9-month-old Douge de Bordeaux (French Mastiff)
*Styrafoam, 9?-year-old Albino Burmese Python
*Bluu, 8?-Year-Old Jungle Carpenter
History:Fred was born with his twin in a small town in the deep south of America, with a strange occurrence similar to that of Cain and Abel; instead, his and his hands were intertwined (but, you know how stories in the south go.) It seemed that the tale might has well have been true, as the two were inseparable since that day. Freddy, the girl, was a typical girl with pigtails that had a knack for trouble (since she loved hanging with her cousins). Fred (the male) tended to stay away from them and discourage interactions with them.) Most of them ended with all of them getting punished, whipped for whatever idiotic incident they got into, whether or not they all did it or anything (yes, even Fred, for not helping his sister.) One incident with Lee, a male cousin, lead to an eventual resentment, his taking Freddy away and locking them into the closet. She was saved soon after by Fred breaking his normally wordless demeanor and telling of this incident. Though she was punished, so was Lee, and nothing like that happened again. What exactly happened was never shared with anyone outside of Fred, and he has since kept it a secret to this day.
When he wasn't in his little town in Mississippi, she was with his birth-father and grandparents in Louisiana. These holidays, these summers, these days, he and Freddy loved very much, as his father was understanding to his silent nature, and his grandparents were sweet and generous. He spent most of his days with his uncle, playing video games such as Tekkan while freddy prepared toast for them and cheering from the sidelines....and those days faded as Katrina hit. However, his father had stopped looking to him as his child long before, time together dwindling and waning eventually to nothing.
Fredrier blossomed to a little boy who would save neighborhood cats, feed them with no consent from his poor grandmother who woke to kittens crying at night. Once he was eight, his mother's date for a few years invited them to live with him elsewhere in a city much larger than the small town she grew up in. He could not understand why Freddy would trust him; he reeked of trouble, and he glared from the sidelines every day she giggled and prattled to him.
He knew.
Shit hit the fan, and Freddy became more disappointed as Fred explained more and more of the incidents appearing including the man. As it proceeded, Freddy grew more withdrawn, upset, dealing with bullies and a cultural shock (changing from sweet, cross-bearing children to those that talked of sex and boys). She was alone. Fred was her only comfort then, as her other brothers didn't care, and his mother was to preoccupied paying more and more of the bills as years progressed. He didn't mind; he took care of them both, listening to his mother when she would cry, talking to his sister when she would rave.
Another move happened soon enough, and Fred closed more and more as he saw more and more of Arnuld. Fire welled, built, stoked, as days moved on...Freddy was his solace, and it grew to be his sun, his moon, his everything to see her, to please her. She would leave; these days he was quieter than ever, and would go to the door as a puppy to its master when she returned. But he couldn't give her everything, and as her friends left, she grew less happy, more resentful. Lonely.
It happened. They slept together.
She was crying one day, Freddy was crying and there was little that he could do to make it stop. Jokes. Promises. Hugs. He tried it all, and then he kissed her. And he recalled them waking together without a word. As if it was a key to a locked door, it got better.
The day came where a new child came to their school, and a friend introduced his to the person; the twins made a friend for life. That friend came to be known as Adrian Yournets, and he became Freddy's escape and Fred's obsession.
As they grew closer, the two separated again from their friend, never permanently, only months from physical contact...almost daily talks. It was what kept Freddy happy, so Fred was happy...until Adrian was sent to La Campana. The twins made a decision to put it all on a limb, and come out of the closet, successfully being shipped to Spain for rehabilitation.
Roleplaying Sample:
He looked finally to the final American winter sky he would see, see for a while. Why? Would he miss it? The boy gripped his suitcase, tilted his head some. Fred wouldn't know; he had never visited Spain.
What if it was different, smelled different, tasted different, looked different? Was there a danger of him getting homesick, sick for the hellhole he knew as home?
He became rigid, eyes still. No. Nothing was worse than a yelling, swinging bastard of a man...and Freddy...She was happy. She was; she was beaming when she boarded, passed the ticket as if she was sharing the world with the strange, tan woman punching numbers in the bulky machine ahead.
She was happy, so he was happy. A thin smile, and he passed the ticket to the woman and planted a hiss to her cheek. He left to fast for retaliation; not that she seemed the type to be offended.
Frederik pressed on to catch up to his sister. In case she needed him.
