Post by flamingi on Jan 16, 2008 22:14:52 GMT -5
All About Me
Username:Flamingi // Heart
Role-playing Experience:Something like... 3 years?
Reach-ability:PM or my AIM sweetherringxx
Birthday:July 20
Basic Character Information
Name: Erasmus Fernley Rosalind aka Fern
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species:Cyborg [metal heart]
Occupation:Server in a teashop
Living Area:A room in the Bennet Apartments
Family:Mother [39], Father [42]
Orientation:Homosexual
Description
General Appearance:Erasmus is very feminine in appearence, with soft, delicate facial features and a very slight body build. He usually keeps his light-brown hair long and loose. He is very pale, which leads people to believe he has a chronic illness. He prides himself on his natural beauty and vows never to wear makeup (not that he could afford any anyways). He tends to dress in flowing kimonos when he is working or at his apartment, but he finds it safer to wear pants and a shirt when he walks around the city.
Height:5'9"
Personality:Fern has a very mild personality. He seldom laughs, but can usually fork out a small, polite smile if needed. He likes to assume the role of untouchable beauty, keeping a calm, if not slightly cold exterior if approached, but also acting playful in a reserved way, such as playing his fingers across his lips and parting them slightly, pairing this with coy glances and small smiles. He likes to see if he can become a desirable object to a person, just to boost his self confidence, which is very low and almost lacking entirely.
He is not below using his body to get the things he wants, which is actually how he obtained his kimono, but afterwards he always feels disgusted with himself and will fall into a depression for a few days or weeks. He considers at time becoming a whore in order to have a higher quality of life, at least financially, but at the moment he has too much respect for himself and his body, and is making due with living on the edge of poverty.
He actually has a strong romantic street and spends a lot of time staring out of his apartment window, wishing for a knight in shining armor to whisk him away from his life.
His first name means 'Beloved' or 'One who is loved', but he has abandoned in because of his circumstances, although he likes the sound of it.
Likes:+All types of tea
+Pastries
+Poetry
+Flowers
+All types of animals but especially birds
Dislikes:-Specieists
-His family
-Those who disrespect others
-Coffee
-Turtlenecks
-Androids
Fears/Wants:
(F) That no one can truly love him for who he is.
(F) That he ever has to get an obvious replacement, like an eye, or a leg.
(F) That he will be alone forever.
(W) A permanent lover.
(W) His own teashop // Eventually become owner of current teashop.
(W) To learn to create fancy pastries like the teashop owner.
(W) To live in a nice apartment or house.
(W) To forever be known as a human or equal without the fear of being found out.
Position:Publicly he is a hypocrite to protect himself, stating that cyborgs are the lowest of the low. He believes that the more people are convinced of his hatred of cyborgs, the more people will never think to check if he is one. He truly hates discrimination and thinks this whole conflict is utterly stupid and a huge waste of time. His idea is, if you were born human, you are human, it doesn't matter what has happened to you along the way in life, it matters what you were in the beginning. Despite his strong belief in this, you won't find him ever stating it outloud.
He hates androids and believes that it is out of extreme laziness that humans use them. He thinks it's disgusting to use an android for pleasure as if it were a real human being.
Image Location:Image from feimo.deviantart.com They have a beautiful soft style, I love this picture!!
History:He was born with a heart condition and was very sickly growing up. He was forbidden from performing any over-exerting activity, such as running or playing any sort of sport. Finally, at 18, it got so bad that either he have his heart replaced with a metal one or die. The doctors went ahead with replacing his heart, although without his parents consent as he was of legal age. When he was released from hospital, his parents were completely horrified with their son and his metal heart. They threw him out of their house and told him to forget he ever had parents. His parents liked to think they were highclass and knew that having a cyborg child would forever ruin their reputation. They ended up telling the neighbours he had moved out on his own to 'find his calling' in the city.
Fern quickly settled into the Cyborg community, making enough accquaintences to obtain his own apartment and his job at the tea shop. Although, after he started voicing his opinion on cyborgs to the tea shop customers (but only if they themselves brought up the topic), he has become a bit of an outcast among the cyborgs.
He found out recently that his parents have had a baby girl, who is in wonderful health. This has created even more bitter resentment against his parents in his heart (or well, technically, brain).
Despite his new metal heart, it did not adjust 100% correctly, so he has decreased blood circulation which causes him to be very pale and weak. Even now he still has to avoid over-exerting himself, but he can at least run a bit and sex is no problem. From time to time he has sharp pains in his heart and the frequency changes from week to week. When he is experiencing a pain he has to stop everything and breath deeply until the pain subsides.
RP Example
Sepi was rather busy at the moment. He was in a deserted hallway and making the most of it. He was drawing a nice 'mural' on the wall with washable marker. He would have used permanent marker but he felt that would have been going to far. Balancing on the tips of his combat boots he stretched high to the top of the wall to get the space there too. This caused his baggy plaid plants, adorned with zippers, chains, and rips, to untuck from his boots so he leant down to tuck them back in. Straightening, he decided to survey his work and stepped back a bit. Sepi was not a very good drawer, but he thought he did the wall some justice. Most of what he had drawn where 'artistic' lines, arrows, and circles. He had also drawn stylized hearts and stars in a haphazard manner, as well as some drug slang written in fancy or block letters. Thus the wall read "WHITE LIGHTNING" and "BLUE MONDAY" rather prominently. He didn't really care for the drugs, he just thought the slang words sounded cool and looked cool on a wall.
Stretching, which caused him to almost touch the ceiling as he was rather tall and had long thin arms, he went back to his work, adding a bit of minimalistic shading to the piece. He hummed to himself as he worked.
