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  • LOVE ME RIGHT [✧.°] SIGN UPS, OPEN

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    [align=center]★ ★ ★


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;][b][NAME]     micah.
    [NICKNAME(S)] mi, mink, and cinderella -- however, the nickname 'cinderella' isn't particularly appreciated.
    [BIOLOGICAL SEX] male
    [SEX] masculine
    [AGE] nineteen years
    [FAIRY TALE] cinderella "cinder"
    [ANYTHING MAGICAL ABOUT THEM?] micah has a fairy godmother who will still occasionally visit him from time to time -- she's sorta' like a motherly figure to him, rather than a magical faery who grants wishes.
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    [b][HAIR TYPE]     unkempt wavy curls
    [i]HAIR COLOR:     gray brown
    HAIR LENGTH: bob short
    [EYE SHAPE] downturned -- doe-like
    EYE COLOR: pale green
    [BODY TYPE] micah's on the shorter side as far as height goes, and is somewhat lanky. he has long, skinny legs and a flat butt. his arms are spindly with bony joints. he has elegant looking hands; narrow palms with long fingers. he'e is a relatively skinny individuals and many of the more prominent bones in his body (clavicle, some ribs, etcetera ) are easily visible when they are not covered. he is by no means an athletic individual, so his body lacks tone and solid form. he has a narrow waist and hips and carried himself quite well for an individual who does not always have the best posture.
    HEIGHT: 5’6” -- 167cm
    WEIGHT: 135lbs -- 61.2kg
    [BODY MODIFICATIONS] aside from a few scars here and there - some worse than others - nothing.
    [CLOTHING STYLE] micah is a distinguishable individual when it comes to his outfits. he sports wide outfits from varying ethnicities, such as the indian sherwani. whatever his outfit may be, it typically consists of scandinavian or persian designs. he is quite versatile with colours; some days he may be feeling muted tones, and some days vibrant - he doesn't favour one over the other. most of his outfits are gifts from his fairy godmother, which is why if you'd ask him where you could buy such extravagant outfits, he'd reply with, "i have no clue."[/fancypost]
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    [b][POSITIVE TRAITS]     optimistic, empathetic, sympathetic, creative, nurturing
    [NEGATIVE TRAITS] gullible, naïve, unstable, depressed, easily discouraged
    [PERSONALITY] on the outside, micah is sunshine. he's a bright and outgoing boy, and just a single smile from him is enough to warm up a whole room. he's got a jovial enthusiasm for everything in life, a child's zest that hasn't yet been squashed by the feet of adults. despite his age, he's still a big kid at heart, living in neverland and refusing to grow up. boyish and teasing, fun is his middle name. he knows how to put a smile on someone's face and make them feel special, and there's nothing that makes him happier than the sound of laughter. deeply empathetic, he knows how heavy a heart can be. he hates seeing people sad. he'd do anything to cure it.


    creative and imaginative, micah is a true artist. his mind is a beautiful garden, and he loves inspiring people through his artwork. he has a lot of trouble putting his feelings into words without getting tongue-tied, so being able to express his overflowing emotions on canvas makes life a lot easier. his favorite things to paint are portraits. people are complex and intricate, no doubt the most interesting subject matter the earth has to offer, and he is ever so curious about them. he has an intuitive knack for being able to paint what is underneath their masks, seeing heart to heart instead of eye to eye.


    he is soft and sympathetic, having a strong sense of compassion for everyone and everything. those nearest to micah's heart are treated with the utmost tenderness, and he will go to great lengths to keep them happy. he can be a little overbearing in his affection sometimes, but he means well. he just has a lot of bottled up love to share. there is nothing he wants more than to be there for the people who rely on him, and he will bend over backwards even if it means breaking. he is as loyal and dependable as a golden retriever. he will never let you down, and if he does, he will spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to you.


    the downside is, as much as he wants to help, there are times that he can't. accepting this is hard for micah. his desperate drive to save people stems from his inability to help his father as a child, and every time he fails, he sees his face. he is often drawn to the damaged, thinking that he can heal their broken wings and help them fly again. sometimes he can, but most of the time he's powerless to their self-destruction. it's a hard lesson. one he can't seem to learn. he's so sick with grief from all the chaos in the world, and there are times that it becomes too much for him. he pushes people away. it's his defense mechanism when he's unable to cope.


    while micah is usually a ray of sunshine, his emotions are unstable at best. "[I]i'm better now." but sometimes you never get better. if something doesn't turn out how he wants it to, it's easy for him to get stuck in self-pitying ruts. he hides it well, having swallowed it back with years of practice, but he's more volatile than first impressions may reveal. too many feelings can drive even the best of us to commit terrible crimes. his own, negative feelings scare him, so he pretends they don't exist, which leads to frantic explosions of emotions and irrational actions that he always regrets. there's desperation in everything that he does.


    being a dreamer, micah is easily disheartened by failures. he's an idealist, and maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, but life so rarely lives up the unrealistic grandeur of his imagination. he's always trying to change the world he lives in, even if one person can't do that on his own, and his wishful optimism often ends up doing more harm than good. when things don't live up to his hopeful expectations, he retreats to the corners of his mind in an attempt to escape the heavy cloud of disappointment. fantasy will always be better than reality, he just struggles on separating the two, caught in a redundant cycle of recovery and relapse.
    LIKES: people, his fairy godmother, prince charming, being helpful, tulips, roses, painting, sketching, berry tea, animals, cuddling, the seaside, going on walks, pastries, peaches, raspberries, strawberries, fashion, pillows, parties
    DISLIKES: his stepmother, his stepsisters, sunburn, being let down, hopeless situations, horror, gore, dolls, stress, boredom, being scolded, violence, his surname, losing trust, getting lost, disorganization, being called 'cinderella', the dark, fire, not being able to succeed at something
    [HISTORY] born to loving parents nicolas prosser and carol prosser -- or at least to be loving. during unfortunate complications at birth, carol died a few hours after delivery. nicolas, devastated, sought the help of alcohol to deal with his demons - for a few years it went on like this. young micah prosser was left in the care of a family friend, fae baxter. she wasn't young, in fact, she was well past her fifties or sixties but micah always recalled her being one of the prettiest, sweetest people he's known.. he's certain she still is. in the good hands of fae, being a young child, micah wasn't aware his father met someone he thought dear of while in the pubs. who would've thought this woman would later destroy his life, completely mould him into who he was today? she was one of the three people he confidently declares an enemy to this day. the woman's name was carmine-ana wynn.


    july 23rd, micah's fifth birthday, nicolas ditched the idea of celebrating his son's birthday back at home with fae thanks to some convincing on carmine's part, marrying the woman on that day. young micah had already been introduced to the family of course. it consisted of a undeniably beautiful hag, and on the contrary, two unpleasant girls. they would be joining his family. young and naïve, he was extremely excited about the fact he'd have two sisters joining him, and a mother as well. micah made a wish that day in front of his birthday cake -- he wished for everything to be okay, for everybody to love each other dearly for the rest of his lives. he blew out the candles, all except one. he didn't think much of it. he was sure his dream would come true nonetheless..


    everything was somewhat normal until around the time micah would be turning ten. he wasn't aware of the conniving stares the other family sent him in return to his smiles. fae still lived with them, which he was happy for as well. there was one thing, however, that irked micah. over a year ago, nicolas had come across with a terrible cough that wouldn't go away. he went to the doctor, was prescribed medications of sorts, however nothing helped. the illness would progress into more serious symptoms - such as coughing blood, incredibly high fever, and rather extreme weight loss. micah and fae prayed for him to get better, even at his deathbed. grief had fallen over the family. everyone but carmine-ana, that is.


    not even a day after nicolas's death, carmine began making orders. her demeanor changed completely. from a somewhat tolerable lady, she went to a dominating control freak. in an instant, she kicked fae out of her house. micah protested and protested, pleading to let her stay, holding on the thin fabric of her dress and sobbing, weeping into it. she was his best friend, his mother in a sense.. and his stepmother was taking that away from him just with a snap of her fingers. with a kiss on his head, fae left. carmine had just about enough of his cries -- she grabbed him by the collar, ripped him away from her dress, and struck him across the cheek with her backhand. he stopped crying, and stepsisters ophelia and bella just giggled childishly, whispering amongst one another, "what a weak boy!"


    the child was forced to work for carmine from that day forward. it started with small things, like changing the sheets or washing dishes. it progressed, to say the least. as years went by, micah found himself being forced to pick every speck of ash that landed outside the fireplace during the early hours of the morning after a night of games and wine, discluding micah of course. for any speck of dust left unattended to, it was a slap on the wrist, a shove towards his room, and no supper. one time during breakfast, ophelia decided to call him 'cinder' for this reason, but bella interjected. she said, "no, we should call him cinderella because he's like a little girl! so weak and scared." needless to say, the demeaning nickname stuck throughout the three of them. micah was now cinderella


    years passed, and once again rolled around july 23rd. it was cinderella's eighteenth birthday. despite how easily he shook off his stepmother and sisters' violence, cinderella was internally dying. he wanted freedom, is all. he acted like the teasing didn't bother him, but it did. ever single night he'd cry into his pillow for hours on end, praying for it to finally end. he was almost sure it was worse than torture, and yet, it made him feel even worse - pitying himself. he's definitely considered.. options, but of course even someone as miserable as cinderella knew that anything grave wasn't the answer. with what little faith he had left, he believed he could believe. from his drawer he removed the candle he didn't blow out from that same july 23rd twelve years ago. with a strike of a match he lit it, and blew it out. 'please, please.. i want to be free.'


    not even a few seconds later, he heard faint knocks on his window. at first, cinderella was sure it was a branch, but it kept coming. he got out of his bed, carefully tiptoeing to the window. there was a figure. he couldn't quite make out who or what it was in the dimly lit surroundings, but once he opened it, he recognized a smile he could make out of a crowd of thousands of people. it was fae baxter. except.. she was hovering. there was a tiny pair of silver wings sprouting out of her back, keeping her adrift. cinderella blinked, and stood there, frozen. the faery wrapped her pudgy arms around him and pulled him into a suffocating hug. "finally, i get to see my micah, my baby micah is so big, what a handsome young man you've become.." she showered him in sweet words, sweet words he hasn't heard in years. tears flooded in his eyes, and he reciprocated the loving hug. "everything will be better now, i promise you, micah."


    the two stayed up all night and whispered amongst each other, exchanging laughter, as well as tears. as dawn approached, a sense of dread shook micah from his joyous mood. the ashes. "oh no," , he panicked, "the ashes, i have to clean the ashes!" he stood up, and began darting towards the door, however, fae took his wrist, stopping him. she smiled gently, "it's already been done, child." he just couldn't stop crying right then.


    down at breakfast, carmine talked amongst her daughters about the ball held at the castle going on today. really, micah never thought anything of it, except for the fact it was now the ticket of getting him out of this. the two girls swooned over the prince, while carmine plotted on getting recognized by the king himself. 'freaks.' , he thought bitterly. micah excused himself halfway through the meal, and rushed on upstairs. the three looked on after him as if he'd gone mad. greeted by fae, the woman turned to him, "we're getting you to that ball tonight." micah nodded his head in agreement.


    the eighteen year old worked as he usually would, and once it was time for the carmine and her daughters to leave, it was time for them to devise their plan. with the help of fae, the house was spotless in a matter of minutes. with a 'bippity-boppity-boo', the fairy godmother presented him with a formal outfit he was to wear. she washed him free of his grime, combed his hair, and prepared a fancy arrival. at the end of the day, micah was nearly unrecognizable; exactly what they wanted. the two climbed into the carriage and they were off to the ball.


    needless to say, everything turned out better in the end. upon entering the party, micah stayed clear of his family whilst fae at some point found the king and prince. the prince took a liking to micah - vice verse - and they ended up chatting about things teenage boys chatted about. as for fae and the king, well, she informed him about what had been going on in that house. the king, of course, confronted carmine and her daughters about the situation. she plead innocent. after a rather lengthy legal battle between the two, carmine was finally caught in the act of attempting to hit micah -- which by the by was a devised plan. the woman was promptly arrested, and her daughters banished from town of devola.


    best friends with prince charming, micah currently lives alone in a small house closest to the castle. fae occasionally visits him from time to time, making sure to check up on him in case he goes into one of his depressing swings. he works as a part-time chef in the castle's kitchen, mostly just helping around town and living a stable life. well, as stable as it can get anyways after only a year of being set free. just like he wished for.
    BIRTHPLACE: right here in devola.
    PARENTS: his deceased mother and father, carol and nicolas prosser.
    SIBLINGS: none
    OTHER RELATIONS: his best friend; prince charming, his fairy godmother; fae baxter, his former stepmother; carmine-ana wynn, and his former stepsisters; ophelia and bella wynn.
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    [b][SEXUALITY]     questioning.
    [RELATIONSHIP STATUS] single.
    [LOVE INTEREST] there was one point where he thought the prince was somewhat attractive - in more of a platonic way, however. nobody's ever [i]actually     peaked his interest.
    [BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND] none.
    [SPOUSE] none.
    [CHILDREN] none.
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    [b][PLOT IDEAS]     i'll try and think of some.
    [OTHER] none.
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  • THE GAME OF LIFE <><><> Highschool RP :: sign ups

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    ♔WOLFGANG AUDRIC ZIEGLER


    ❝ just maybe i'm to blame for all i've heard but i'm not sure ❞


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    Nickname(s);; people who are aware of his past and who he truly was would address him using varying pet-names -- 'wolfie, wolf, dog.' albeit the one exception, he otherwise hates when people call him anything other than his first, middle, or last name.


    Gender;; masculine.


    Age;; seventeen years.


    OC or Life;; the third "hateful" life.


    Dorm;; dormitory one.


    Sexuality;; demisexual -- borderline asexual, homoflexible.[/fancypost]


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    Height;; 5’3” -- 160cm


    Weight;; 113lbs -- 51kg


    Hair Color;; in between dark brown and black


    Eye Color;; blue-grey


    Body Modifications;; his tattoo's a full sleeve of a ton of seaweed and marine life. he got it bwcause when he was younger he kind of wanted to be a marine biologist, even though his idea of it mainly consisted of wearing cool scuba gear and taking pictures of never-before-seen deep sea creatures. a year after he got it, he went to the beach the first time and found out he was scared to death of the ocean - go figure.[/fancypost]



    [size=16pt]DIGGING DEEPER[/size]


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    Written Description;; contrary to popular belief, wolfgang can accurately convey emotions through a myriad of facial expressions. however, in most cases, he primarily appears apathetic or beyond vexed. due to the dark circles underlining his eyes, wolfgang has often been described as someone who shares the physical characteristics of a vampire. his pale, corpse-like complexion does nothing to dissuade people from these wild assumptions, and he seldom bothers to defend himself. frankly, he agrees that his physical appearance is rather off-putting. he’d even go so far as to call himself ugly. the young man’s eyes are small and slanted, and only ever seem to reflect indifference. many people have been known to break under his penetrating stare. even those with the sturdiest of nerves quiver in fear, while children cry hysterically. but despite these upsetting reactions, wolfgang's misty, blue-grey eyes remain listless. the only time he’ll ever show a spark of emotion is during instances where he succumbs to feelings of indescribable fury, which causes his gaze to become passion enflamed.sporting an undercut style, the hair on the back and along the sides of wolfgang's head is shaved. darker, slightly longer strands rest seamlessly over the areas that have been trimmed, however the overall length remains fairly short, as the uncut portion hangs just above his eyes and ears.


    standing at approximately five feet and three inches, wolfgang isn’t very tall, much to his chagrin. for a seventeen-year-old boy, it can be incredibly embarrassing. mind you, however, he does not take kindly to being mocked -- especially for this reason. wolf isn’t a meek and scrawny looking boy. he’s exceptionally well built, but not overly brawny. a reasonable amount of muscle offers structure to his stomach, arms, and legs, which he maintained through fighting and training. as an underground fighter, wolf was required to keep his body in top form, or he wouldn't be able to defend himself. similarly, he makes sure to strengthen his mentality by meditating. he has a slim waist and a small yet firm buttock. his joints are relatively boney, with the exception of his shoulders being nicely rounded. despite the healthy distribution of muscle, wolfgang is considerably leaner compared to most boys his age. much to his annoyance, he’s got rather small hands and feet, as well as stubbier fingers. scars cover a better portion of wolf's alabaster skin, however most of them have faded away over time. alas, new cuts and bruises regularly appear on various parts of his body, which is why he’s often seen wearing bandages. most if not all of the delinquent’s wounds were obtained during the fights underground.



    Personality;; wolfgang comes straight out of the bronx and he hates other people just as much as he hates the end of his words. it's not that he tries to pick fights. he just gets it in his head to the point where things go too far. his fuse is near nonexistent and god forbid you light the match, it won't just be you who goes up in flames. he's got a destructive streak about him. if he wants to ruin something, he'll make sure he ruins all of it. call it ambition, who knows, but when he does something, he gets it done. it might not always be in anyone's best interest, but hey, shouldn't he get props for trying? sometimes he doesn't even mean it. he's impulsive, acts on a whim because 1. he doesn't really grasp the concept of cause and effect and 2. even if he did, he's never really seemed to care. go give him a piece of your mind, call him out for stepping in front of you in line. you want to start something and he'll be more than happy to finish it. he doesn't shy away from a fight, but it's not really because he's looking for a fight. he's confrontational even when he knows he shouldn't be, but control is something foreign to him. if he's having a bad day, he'll lay low, occupy himself where there's no one to set him off. he knows his limits.


    wolfgang isn't the best person to be around in general, but that doesn't make him a bad guy. he's just been out of luck since before he was born and that gets to a person. he does have some redeeming qualities. he's enthusiastic about nearly everything he does. even if it just means doing a favor for someone, he actually looks forward to it (if this person isn't intolerable in general, and most people are intolerable in general). he doesn't mind doing things for people who are nice because he knows there are just so few of them out there -- but he's not a happy-go-lucky fool. he's been around the block more than a few times and he knows that real life isn't all fun and games. wolf's extremely distrusting of others, doesn't let anyone in because all he knows is pain. sure, he'll entertain the idea of getting to know someone for a while, but none of his relationships, whether it's lovers or friends, last for long. he can't open up to anyone. it's frustrating because it's not about the secrets themselves. it's the fact that they're his. he's possessive of things and sometimes even of people, even if he keeps them at a distance.


    when he wants something, he goes and gets it. wolfgang's will is unshakable. knock him down a dozen times and he'll stand a thirteenth with a smile on his face. it doesn't matter if the odds aren't, or never were, in his favor. even if there's no chance at all, he'll stand back up just to spite you. he's competitive in the sense that he can't lose, he won't lose. there's something darker behind the way his mind works, but he's never dwelled on it long enough to uncover exactly what it is. it's just, sometimes he gets himself into trouble because of it. a body can only take so much heat. he learned a long time ago that fighting isn't just brute strength. it's about a clear mind and a clear conscience. he's exercised his mind alongside his physical body, watched the way people work, talk, move, listen. he's intuitive and even if he can't always understand his own thoughts, he can usually read yours. this is where his soft side comes in. sure, he knows real life is actually garbage and human beings are just walking selfish brains that only want to be as selfish as they can before eventually they die and rot in the ground, but there are some exceptions. there are some people who are actually genuine and he doesn't get it, but he envies it. he's more careful around these people. he's not more open, no, but he's more willing to talk, more willing to understand. most people don't really see him as a person. he's stood in front of the mirror to try to figure it out before, to see what everyone else sees. and he got his answer -- along with some bloody knuckles and splintered glass.


    History;; (trigger warning) 'atta boy, wolfie. make your old pops proud,' he'd say every time wolfgang landed another solid hit on the bag. it was just thwump, thwump, thwump for hours on end, long after his knuckles were raw and bleeding. he made the mistake of asking for gloves once and his father just spit on the ground at the idea and threw him some yellowed rags. his mother was a wh-re, but that's alright, because he was a bastard child anyway. something kept his parents together though. could've been the drugs, could've been the thrill of the illegalities -- could've been the fact that his mother was a sucker for a man with a cold, dead look in his eyes - the kind that reads i've killed someone before and i'd do it again. accidents happen, especially in new york city's underground fighting rings. people know better than to crowd around the front row unless they wanted a little bit of blood on their face. turns out if you kick a man enough times in the stomach, some of his organs will pop and he'll bleed out from the inside before he can make it to the hospital. wolfgang's father couldn't fight anymore because his name had been tacked up on the nypd's wanted list. so he was going to take his place, keep the legacy going.


    his dad taught him how to fight and then threw him out on the streets, told him not to come back until he brought some cash to the table, until he made him proud. he managed to spend a few weeks bumming off his uncle. his days were spent sleeping and training and his nights were spent out skulking around some of the sketchier places in the city. wolfgang'd been to some of the rings before with his 'mother' to watch his dad, but those were the big leagues. he needed to start small. when he did find someplace, he did something stupid. he got himself placed in a match. it wasn't a total whooping, but a loss is still a lose, and his dislocated jaw didn't feel too great the next day. his uncle helped him put it back into place, all the while laughing at his stupidity. 'you gotta size 'em up before you knock 'em down, boy.' he was right, yeah, but that didn't mean wolf learned his lesson anytime soon.


    eventually he learned. after a few months of getting knocked onto his backside, he finally straightened his routine. he became an audience member and watched the regular opponents, watched the way they moved their feet, found the easiest way to break their stances. 'a man's nothing without his stance.' take his balance from him and that's it, he's open to any attack. swolfgang learned how to use his lithe body, his quick reflexes, to turn even his largest opponents against themselves. he didn't walk out of his first winning fight unscathed, but the three grand in his pocket was worth the blood. when he returned home, his father welcomed him with open arms (after seeing the cash).


    things had changed since he'd gone. turns out his mother (not that she ever really was his mother to begin with) left his dad because she was 'tired of being a wh-re' she wanted to get her life in order and he was kind enough to let her go. 'i knew you'd come back, wolfie. i can pick up any sl-t off the street and make her mine, but you, you're my kin. you're my name.' and that he was. he went back into rigorous training with his father and this time things were different. when he was younger, he never thought his dad had been holding back, but he was wrong. it was all just training, he'd tell himself, even when an argument turned into blows, which turned into wolfgang tending to his own broken fingers. his only escape from home was out at the arenas because for some reason he couldn't fathom, he always felt angry. on his good nights, he kept a level head - but on the bad ones, he fought with reckless abandon. he welcomed the pain.


    people started to bet on him. he was no longer getting chewed up and spit out. he was winning. he was faster, he was smarter, and he had nothing to lose. it wasn't an easy living and he didn't give a damn about the money, but he kept a good bit of his secret from his dad. he was sixteen and saving up for something more. he wanted to leave, but he couldn't. he felt bound. and it's funny because when they lifted the bars around the stage and he was stuck in a pen with another animal like him, that's when he felt the most free. maybe it wasn't exactly his dream or wasn't what he was supposed to be, but bad things happen and that's what happened to him. when they started calling his name, they were calling him. they weren't screaming, 'wolf, wolf, wolf, wolf!' they were howling into the air, calling him the dog, the hunter, the beast. his dad came to watch him once -- there's a reason envy's one of the seven sins.


    he went home to find nearly everything he own destroyed or torn to bits. mementos, books, some of his clothes, even his pillows. and his dad stood there amidst all of it with a bottle in one hand and wolfgang's cardboard box with his life's savings in it in the other. he wanted to hit his son, he didn't need the money as an excuse, but he used it as an excuse. and wolf just took it -- took every punch and every kick. it's only when he heard the sound of glass breaking that he wiped the blood from his eyes and watched the splintered glass coming towards his face. he slithered out from under his father and he didn't even touch him. the man was drunk, crashed into his own weapon after blundering from the momentum. something cold settled in wolfgang. he could have done something, but he didn't. he let it happen. and when the man went still, he shoved what he could into a bag and he left.


    Kin;; none.


    Likes;; botany, floriography, fights (whether he's in them or not), video games, winning arguments, volleyball, winter, cooler weather, skating, meditation


    Dislikes;; hot weather, the beach, the ocean, coffee, conformists, getting flustered, getting casually touched by random people, his diminutive height, complainers (ironically), cheaters, when his personal space is invaded, killjoys, being ignored, stress, clingy people, oppression, imbeciles, messy people, feeling belittled, having to compete for attention


    Talents;; whether it be a talent or a curse, wolfgang is an intimidating individual when it comes down to it. that being said, he's got a knack for getting people to do what he wants, or what he doesn't want. less life-altering, he's also got a knack for video games.


    Strengths;; he might look like a string bean, but don't let that fool you. he doesn't need brute strength to beat your arse to the ground. he's fast, light on his feet and quick with his wit. his recklessness can sometimes get the best of him and he forgets where his strengths lie, but regardless -- don't underestimate him.


    Weakness;; wolf's got an awful temperament -- a 'look at him the wrong way if he's in a bad mood and you'll find his fist in your face' kind of temperament.[/fancypost]


    [font=georgia][size=16pt]LOVE LIFE[/size]


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    Turn ons;; wolf isn't one to really get 'turned on' by anything. even if he tolerates an individual, it doesn't necessarily mean they're going to peak his interest in the slightest.


    Turn offs;; clinginess, optimists, flirts, noobs, morons, etc.


    Crush;; none.


    Boyfriend/Girlfriend;; none.[/fancypost]



    [font=georgia][size=16pt]ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER[/size]


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    Username;; flopdaisy159


    Screen-Name;; [color=white]❥ CONSTANTINE


    Activity Level;; [color=white]9-10/10 (march break. squee!)


    Muse Level;; [color=white]it varies - but usually high.


    Other;; [color=white]none.[/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=georgia][size=5pt][color=white](c)bokeh[/size]