Post by kaiser lucas frei on May 1, 2013 11:40:09 GMT -5
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eightteen - male - local
[style=margin-left: 50px; margin-right: 50px;]P R I M A R Y
full name: kaiser lucas frei
nickname(s): kai, luke, "free" (his last name in english)
age: eightteen
gender: male
sexual orientation: heterosexual
academy: none
year: college drop-out
canon: original
class: local
player: effy
play-by: luke pasqualino
S E C O N D A R Y
likes: sleeping, skateboarding, critisizing dumb movies, thunderstorms, dark humor, spliff, sex, luka and mika : his german shepherd dogs, alternative music and party music, parties, alcohol, pizza, peanutbutter, running, dogs, cursing at people in german, his siblings (to an extent), the smell of burning wood, graffiti, white chocolate, girls, his uncle, seasons, milk, germany
dislikes: his parents, rodents, insects, rich people, school, teachers, drama, immaturity, Twilight, nosy people, moccasins, cross-dressers, most television shows, bimbos, dark chocolate, cats, goody-two-shoes, peppers, olives, most people, spicy food, classical music, cops, being given shitty advice, giving advice in fear it'll be shitty, hypocrites, family traditions, religion, doctors and surgeons, depression, hot-shots
aspirations: pick up his pieces and get back on his feet, moving out of his parent's basement, finding a job, quitting smoking, getting a car
motivations: not wanting to end up like his parents, the fact he lives in a basement, his little brother
fears: spiders, trains, the ocean, cops, being alone, everyone hating him, doctors, the hospital
key traits: asshole, impatient, lonely, picky, depressed, pessimist, hostile, party-holic
personality: Kaiser is a platonic asshole. There couldn't possibly be more to him than that, right? Wrong... sort of.
He hopped schools frequently as a kid because of his fathers involvement in the military. It was sort of fun when he was a kid, but it just became a massive stresser the older Kaiser got. Kai has had to say goodbye to various friends throughout his life, as well as neighborhoods, countries, culture, and at some point it became too overwhelming for the teenager to handle. When his welcome wagon to Virginia was greeted with drugs and violence, he kind of gave up and became hostile not only to strangers and classmates, but even people close to him.
The truth of the matter is that he's lonely. He had close relationships with a few people in a few states and countries, but they would never stay. He even had a few girlfriends and hook-ups during his stays, but those always ended up miserably as well.
He's afraid of letting people into his life and really letting them get to know him. It used to be because of his moving, but ever since he settled down in Virginia, he's simply afraid people won't like him.
He wants to give people a reason to hate him before they can hate him on their own accord.
family tree:
leona babette frei, mother, 44
leonard phillip muller, maternal uncle, 44
alvin harvey frei, father, 51
katrina "kat" mallory frei, older sister, 22
miles "milo" rainerio frei, little brother, 16
history: Kaiser's grandfather had served in War World II, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder in his days following the end of the war. Kaiser's father had been one of two children; the younger one. His older brother died of leukemia at age 11 and the mother had died during Kai's father's birth. His schizophrenic father had abused Kai's dad, whose only getaway had been boot camp at age 18.
But, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Where Kai's dad had wanted to reform and runaway, he had just changed. Not for the better, either. A woman from his high school years had waited for him in his days of normality and they married, having little Katrina first. Katrina had a normal childhood, besides the fact that her father wasn't there for most of it. She was too old and too smart -- too much potential -- to let himself lose control with when he came home. He raised his hand to her once, she says, but couldn't follow through with it.
Kaiser was born next in Bavaria, Germany, in 1994. He spent the first six years of his young life in his hometown, attending his town's nursery school.
When not in school and not on play dates with his little friends, his older sister took good care of keeping him entertained and safe. She would often let him hang out with her and her friends when they were at her house, many of whom thought he was adorable and gave him all the love and attention he lacked from his parents.
Kaiser wasn't impressive to the family. He had been a tiny thing as a kid and wasn't any good at sports. In his father's eyes, he didn't live up to his name's worth. At first, he tried to keep his anger under control and urged the little kid to try. But Kaiser just wasn't good. He got run over by all the other little kids in whatever activity he tried. Kaiser also needed a lot of help academically, learning a little slower than most of his classmates.
All Kaiser's mother wanted to do was please her husband, so when Daddy Frei started to give up on his son, so did she. Only when he was around, though. Kat became Kaiser's only refuge.
He started raising his hand to Kaiser, and unlike with Kat, followed through with it. It would be over the smallest things, just as his own father had done with him. He wanted to mold him into the perfect child; one he didn't have to be ashamed of, with his lack of physical and mental prowess. That was when he turned from Kaiser's daddy into Kaiser's father.
At some point in time, Kaiser's mum began to get a little tired of her demanding husband. When he asked for a third kid, hopefully a son who would dominate on both the field and in school, she obliged. What he did not know, however, was that he was not the father.
When little Miles grew old enough to speak and do things for himself, Kaiser began to tried to seek a playmate in him. Alvin would not have this. He didn't want Kaiser's inadequacy rubbing off on his last hope. When he caught Kaiser playing with Milo, he was punished. He was the weed that his father could cut, but not pluck.
Kaiser had just turned six when his father broke the news to the family that they would have to be leaving Germany for his work in the military. This was the first move of many. From ages 6 to 11, his family resided in Canterbury, England. It was during this time that Kai and the rest of his siblings began to learn English. It was during this time that Kaiser made his first real friends. His closest were James, Nate, Aaron, and his first kid-crush was on a little mousy-haired girl named Paige.
The second time that Alvin broke it to his kids that they would be moving was a little harder. Kaiser was devastated in leaving his friends behind and scared of moving to a new place he'd never been to before. The departure was hard but all through the moves, Kaiser always had Katrina and Miles (when his father wasn't around), which made the uprooting a little less difficult. Kat's high-spirits and giddiness of exploring the world eased Kaiser up a bit.
They relocated out of the continent of Europe and into the good old USA. It came to the point where the family was moving so often that Kaiser didn't even get to spend a full year in some places. The family bounced around from Connecticut, Florida, Maine, Hawaii, and even California. Kaiser was so worn out from all the moving and tired of all the grief that he just began to recluse himself. His father had gotten more aggressive with him, too. Once, Kaiser tried fighting back, and had busted his dad's lip. The punishment was far, far worse that day.
He didn't talk to anyone in school, only to teachers when he was called on or had questions. If a kid in class tried to talk to him, he'd answer their question bluntly and brush them off afterwards. The silver lining to this was that his grades raised him into an honor roll student.
A kid in his Sophomore class in Hawaii named Kaleo began to take advantage of his quiet, solitary nature and pick on him. It started with little things, like brushing his pencil off his desk as he walked by or bumping into him with his shoulder or elbow. It escalated to book-dropping in the hallway, pushing his books off of his desk entirely, sticking gum in his hair, throwing crumpled up paper at his head, or making it quite clear that he and his friends were talking about him behind his back. It became more of a habit; Kaleo releasing his home aggression onto Kaiser, his unwilling victim. It didn't help that Kai was a pretty scrawny kid who just sat back and took it.
Near the end of the year, when Kaleo began to just humiliate him completely, Kaiser turned on him and began to pummel him in the hallway during the 5-minute break between classes. Kai only got the upper hand because everyone was so surprised that the skinny kid who had passively endured Kaleo's cruelty all year long had finally had enough of it. Kaiser didn't win the fight, though. When it finally registered in Kaleo's brain what had just happened, he beat the the absolute shit out of Kaiser. Kai escaped the fight with a broken nose, but both kids were expelled from school from the intensity of the fight and the amount of bloodshed.
His father was not happy. More so, it seemed, that Kaiser had lost the fight. Milo was smart, grounded; he didn't need work. Kaiser had become his father's pet project.
His parents didn't bring him to another school, though. Mr. Frei had been told to relocate again, this time, to California. The timing was nice, given Kaiser being kicked out of school and all. He wasn't going to allow himself to be bullied again, though. Not in school again.
On the first day in his new school, he made it quite clear to anyone who approached him that he wanted nothing to do with them. He was still needlessly patronized, now for being an arse, but he didn't abide it like he used to. His accent was a hit to a lot of the American girls, but Kai wasn't really much nicer to the girls than he was to the boys.
He did shamelessly flirt with Kat's Californian friends, much to her annoyance. He even ended up hooking up with one that was massively crushing on him in his senior year of high school.
He came home late one night in his California abode while his father was working overnight to find his mother in the arms of another man. Or, rather, between the legs of another man. She pleaded with him not to tell his father and explained how she was lonely because he was always at work, and Kaiser spared her, but never forgave her.
He went to college in Virginia just to get out Cali, but it only lasted a year before he was kicked out from having sex on premises, use of drugs, and overall flunking of classes. His family seemed to be "chasing" after him, as they joined him in Easton not even two weeks after he dropped out. Kat moved out, then, and got an apartment of her own, where Kaiser was forced to move back in with his parents. Not wanting to be involved in the family any longer, he took refuge in the empty basement.
His father had found out on his own about Leona cheating on him and they spent the next month simply arguing. It ended, as expected, with a divorce. Leona moved out, leaving Miles and Kaiser with their father and flying out to New York City to live with her brother. Alvin just became a bitter man after that and didn't treat his two remaining sons all too well. Kat, smartly, dropped all communications with her parents, but Kaiser sometimes sneaks out with Miles to hide in her house when their father drinks.
T E R T I A R Y
roleplay sample: "The weatherman had foretold of a storm, not a fucking tempest. Almost every part of Los Angeles was suffering from the blackout the storm brought and people were holed up in their houses, living off of snacks while the meat and milk in their refrigerators began to expire. When the electricity was still running, the News cautioned people to not go outside unless completely and utterly necessary. Trees were falling, wind was gushing, the rain almost physically hurt, and thunderclaps were so close that one could feel the vibrations in the air. Everyone seemed to be scared to death, for good reason.
Mostly everyone.
Danny stood outside of Luka's apartment, staring at the sky swallowed by a veil of darkness and lightning. He was outside in his regular attire and a rain jacket added onto him. If the thunder wasn't loud enough, the rain hitting his head nearly deafened him. The wind threatened to lift him away, but he wasn't scared.
He was waiting for a woman and a baby that could spring into his life at any waking moment. He stuffed his callused hands into his jeans pockets, watching as the rain seemed to give everything a sort of blur. How was Aria holding up with weather like this? He didn't even know where she was hiding away, if it was even in a house. She did things in a weird way.
The constant blasts of air whipped across his jacket and, besides the protection it was supposed to offer, Danny was dripping to the bone.
His face scrunched up in the darkness, bottom lip quivering. Everything was so fucking messed up. His kid could have already been born for all he knew. He pulled up one of his hands and rubbed the space in between his eyes with the pad of his thumb. He slid the same thumb under his left eye to rid himself of the tear that threatened to slide down his cheek.
It was all so fucking messed up, that him standing out in the hurricane that had already taken the life of one person and injured two, felt like the least of his worries. He hadn't heard anything about his child. Hell, he didn't even know if it was a little girl or a little guy. He had changed someone's life forever, and from how little she told him, he guessed for the worst. His heart clenched.
He'd kept seeing her after the bar because he wanted to help her. He liked her. Him getting her pregnant was definitely no fucking help. He bit his lip to try to stop it's wavering, but it only intensified. The tan-skinned boy let out a bloodcurdling scream and punched the utility pole that was in front of his sister's house.
Breathing heavily, he kept his fist pressed against the wooden pole after the blow had been delivered. He dropped down to the ground and his body convulsed. The wood was stained with the blood that now trickled from his knuckles. He held his fist with his other hand and with no one around to watch, let the tears stream down his cheeks. The last 12 months in California had been a fucking mistake. One year, one mistake. He still didn't have a single person he could truly and honestly call a friend. His 18th birthday, his gate way to adulthood, had been spent blowing all his money on cigarettes and spoiling his lungs. He'd gotten some alcohol, courtesy of his sister, to drown away his guilt and self-loathing as he looked forward to another year of being no one to everyone."
[/style][/style]full name: kaiser lucas frei
nickname(s): kai, luke, "free" (his last name in english)
age: eightteen
gender: male
sexual orientation: heterosexual
academy: none
year: college drop-out
canon: original
class: local
player: effy
play-by: luke pasqualino
S E C O N D A R Y
likes: sleeping, skateboarding, critisizing dumb movies, thunderstorms, dark humor, spliff, sex, luka and mika : his german shepherd dogs, alternative music and party music, parties, alcohol, pizza, peanutbutter, running, dogs, cursing at people in german, his siblings (to an extent), the smell of burning wood, graffiti, white chocolate, girls, his uncle, seasons, milk, germany
dislikes: his parents, rodents, insects, rich people, school, teachers, drama, immaturity, Twilight, nosy people, moccasins, cross-dressers, most television shows, bimbos, dark chocolate, cats, goody-two-shoes, peppers, olives, most people, spicy food, classical music, cops, being given shitty advice, giving advice in fear it'll be shitty, hypocrites, family traditions, religion, doctors and surgeons, depression, hot-shots
aspirations: pick up his pieces and get back on his feet, moving out of his parent's basement, finding a job, quitting smoking, getting a car
motivations: not wanting to end up like his parents, the fact he lives in a basement, his little brother
fears: spiders, trains, the ocean, cops, being alone, everyone hating him, doctors, the hospital
key traits: asshole, impatient, lonely, picky, depressed, pessimist, hostile, party-holic
personality: Kaiser is a platonic asshole. There couldn't possibly be more to him than that, right? Wrong... sort of.
He hopped schools frequently as a kid because of his fathers involvement in the military. It was sort of fun when he was a kid, but it just became a massive stresser the older Kaiser got. Kai has had to say goodbye to various friends throughout his life, as well as neighborhoods, countries, culture, and at some point it became too overwhelming for the teenager to handle. When his welcome wagon to Virginia was greeted with drugs and violence, he kind of gave up and became hostile not only to strangers and classmates, but even people close to him.
The truth of the matter is that he's lonely. He had close relationships with a few people in a few states and countries, but they would never stay. He even had a few girlfriends and hook-ups during his stays, but those always ended up miserably as well.
He's afraid of letting people into his life and really letting them get to know him. It used to be because of his moving, but ever since he settled down in Virginia, he's simply afraid people won't like him.
He wants to give people a reason to hate him before they can hate him on their own accord.
family tree:
leona babette frei, mother, 44
leonard phillip muller, maternal uncle, 44
alvin harvey frei, father, 51
katrina "kat" mallory frei, older sister, 22
miles "milo" rainerio frei, little brother, 16
history: Kaiser's grandfather had served in War World II, suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder in his days following the end of the war. Kaiser's father had been one of two children; the younger one. His older brother died of leukemia at age 11 and the mother had died during Kai's father's birth. His schizophrenic father had abused Kai's dad, whose only getaway had been boot camp at age 18.
But, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Where Kai's dad had wanted to reform and runaway, he had just changed. Not for the better, either. A woman from his high school years had waited for him in his days of normality and they married, having little Katrina first. Katrina had a normal childhood, besides the fact that her father wasn't there for most of it. She was too old and too smart -- too much potential -- to let himself lose control with when he came home. He raised his hand to her once, she says, but couldn't follow through with it.
Kaiser was born next in Bavaria, Germany, in 1994. He spent the first six years of his young life in his hometown, attending his town's nursery school.
When not in school and not on play dates with his little friends, his older sister took good care of keeping him entertained and safe. She would often let him hang out with her and her friends when they were at her house, many of whom thought he was adorable and gave him all the love and attention he lacked from his parents.
Kaiser wasn't impressive to the family. He had been a tiny thing as a kid and wasn't any good at sports. In his father's eyes, he didn't live up to his name's worth. At first, he tried to keep his anger under control and urged the little kid to try. But Kaiser just wasn't good. He got run over by all the other little kids in whatever activity he tried. Kaiser also needed a lot of help academically, learning a little slower than most of his classmates.
All Kaiser's mother wanted to do was please her husband, so when Daddy Frei started to give up on his son, so did she. Only when he was around, though. Kat became Kaiser's only refuge.
He started raising his hand to Kaiser, and unlike with Kat, followed through with it. It would be over the smallest things, just as his own father had done with him. He wanted to mold him into the perfect child; one he didn't have to be ashamed of, with his lack of physical and mental prowess. That was when he turned from Kaiser's daddy into Kaiser's father.
At some point in time, Kaiser's mum began to get a little tired of her demanding husband. When he asked for a third kid, hopefully a son who would dominate on both the field and in school, she obliged. What he did not know, however, was that he was not the father.
When little Miles grew old enough to speak and do things for himself, Kaiser began to tried to seek a playmate in him. Alvin would not have this. He didn't want Kaiser's inadequacy rubbing off on his last hope. When he caught Kaiser playing with Milo, he was punished. He was the weed that his father could cut, but not pluck.
Kaiser had just turned six when his father broke the news to the family that they would have to be leaving Germany for his work in the military. This was the first move of many. From ages 6 to 11, his family resided in Canterbury, England. It was during this time that Kai and the rest of his siblings began to learn English. It was during this time that Kaiser made his first real friends. His closest were James, Nate, Aaron, and his first kid-crush was on a little mousy-haired girl named Paige.
The second time that Alvin broke it to his kids that they would be moving was a little harder. Kaiser was devastated in leaving his friends behind and scared of moving to a new place he'd never been to before. The departure was hard but all through the moves, Kaiser always had Katrina and Miles (when his father wasn't around), which made the uprooting a little less difficult. Kat's high-spirits and giddiness of exploring the world eased Kaiser up a bit.
They relocated out of the continent of Europe and into the good old USA. It came to the point where the family was moving so often that Kaiser didn't even get to spend a full year in some places. The family bounced around from Connecticut, Florida, Maine, Hawaii, and even California. Kaiser was so worn out from all the moving and tired of all the grief that he just began to recluse himself. His father had gotten more aggressive with him, too. Once, Kaiser tried fighting back, and had busted his dad's lip. The punishment was far, far worse that day.
He didn't talk to anyone in school, only to teachers when he was called on or had questions. If a kid in class tried to talk to him, he'd answer their question bluntly and brush them off afterwards. The silver lining to this was that his grades raised him into an honor roll student.
A kid in his Sophomore class in Hawaii named Kaleo began to take advantage of his quiet, solitary nature and pick on him. It started with little things, like brushing his pencil off his desk as he walked by or bumping into him with his shoulder or elbow. It escalated to book-dropping in the hallway, pushing his books off of his desk entirely, sticking gum in his hair, throwing crumpled up paper at his head, or making it quite clear that he and his friends were talking about him behind his back. It became more of a habit; Kaleo releasing his home aggression onto Kaiser, his unwilling victim. It didn't help that Kai was a pretty scrawny kid who just sat back and took it.
Near the end of the year, when Kaleo began to just humiliate him completely, Kaiser turned on him and began to pummel him in the hallway during the 5-minute break between classes. Kai only got the upper hand because everyone was so surprised that the skinny kid who had passively endured Kaleo's cruelty all year long had finally had enough of it. Kaiser didn't win the fight, though. When it finally registered in Kaleo's brain what had just happened, he beat the the absolute shit out of Kaiser. Kai escaped the fight with a broken nose, but both kids were expelled from school from the intensity of the fight and the amount of bloodshed.
His father was not happy. More so, it seemed, that Kaiser had lost the fight. Milo was smart, grounded; he didn't need work. Kaiser had become his father's pet project.
His parents didn't bring him to another school, though. Mr. Frei had been told to relocate again, this time, to California. The timing was nice, given Kaiser being kicked out of school and all. He wasn't going to allow himself to be bullied again, though. Not in school again.
On the first day in his new school, he made it quite clear to anyone who approached him that he wanted nothing to do with them. He was still needlessly patronized, now for being an arse, but he didn't abide it like he used to. His accent was a hit to a lot of the American girls, but Kai wasn't really much nicer to the girls than he was to the boys.
He did shamelessly flirt with Kat's Californian friends, much to her annoyance. He even ended up hooking up with one that was massively crushing on him in his senior year of high school.
He came home late one night in his California abode while his father was working overnight to find his mother in the arms of another man. Or, rather, between the legs of another man. She pleaded with him not to tell his father and explained how she was lonely because he was always at work, and Kaiser spared her, but never forgave her.
He went to college in Virginia just to get out Cali, but it only lasted a year before he was kicked out from having sex on premises, use of drugs, and overall flunking of classes. His family seemed to be "chasing" after him, as they joined him in Easton not even two weeks after he dropped out. Kat moved out, then, and got an apartment of her own, where Kaiser was forced to move back in with his parents. Not wanting to be involved in the family any longer, he took refuge in the empty basement.
His father had found out on his own about Leona cheating on him and they spent the next month simply arguing. It ended, as expected, with a divorce. Leona moved out, leaving Miles and Kaiser with their father and flying out to New York City to live with her brother. Alvin just became a bitter man after that and didn't treat his two remaining sons all too well. Kat, smartly, dropped all communications with her parents, but Kaiser sometimes sneaks out with Miles to hide in her house when their father drinks.
T E R T I A R Y
roleplay sample: "The weatherman had foretold of a storm, not a fucking tempest. Almost every part of Los Angeles was suffering from the blackout the storm brought and people were holed up in their houses, living off of snacks while the meat and milk in their refrigerators began to expire. When the electricity was still running, the News cautioned people to not go outside unless completely and utterly necessary. Trees were falling, wind was gushing, the rain almost physically hurt, and thunderclaps were so close that one could feel the vibrations in the air. Everyone seemed to be scared to death, for good reason.
Mostly everyone.
Danny stood outside of Luka's apartment, staring at the sky swallowed by a veil of darkness and lightning. He was outside in his regular attire and a rain jacket added onto him. If the thunder wasn't loud enough, the rain hitting his head nearly deafened him. The wind threatened to lift him away, but he wasn't scared.
He was waiting for a woman and a baby that could spring into his life at any waking moment. He stuffed his callused hands into his jeans pockets, watching as the rain seemed to give everything a sort of blur. How was Aria holding up with weather like this? He didn't even know where she was hiding away, if it was even in a house. She did things in a weird way.
The constant blasts of air whipped across his jacket and, besides the protection it was supposed to offer, Danny was dripping to the bone.
His face scrunched up in the darkness, bottom lip quivering. Everything was so fucking messed up. His kid could have already been born for all he knew. He pulled up one of his hands and rubbed the space in between his eyes with the pad of his thumb. He slid the same thumb under his left eye to rid himself of the tear that threatened to slide down his cheek.
It was all so fucking messed up, that him standing out in the hurricane that had already taken the life of one person and injured two, felt like the least of his worries. He hadn't heard anything about his child. Hell, he didn't even know if it was a little girl or a little guy. He had changed someone's life forever, and from how little she told him, he guessed for the worst. His heart clenched.
He'd kept seeing her after the bar because he wanted to help her. He liked her. Him getting her pregnant was definitely no fucking help. He bit his lip to try to stop it's wavering, but it only intensified. The tan-skinned boy let out a bloodcurdling scream and punched the utility pole that was in front of his sister's house.
Breathing heavily, he kept his fist pressed against the wooden pole after the blow had been delivered. He dropped down to the ground and his body convulsed. The wood was stained with the blood that now trickled from his knuckles. He held his fist with his other hand and with no one around to watch, let the tears stream down his cheeks. The last 12 months in California had been a fucking mistake. One year, one mistake. He still didn't have a single person he could truly and honestly call a friend. His 18th birthday, his gate way to adulthood, had been spent blowing all his money on cigarettes and spoiling his lungs. He'd gotten some alcohol, courtesy of his sister, to drown away his guilt and self-loathing as he looked forward to another year of being no one to everyone."
