Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Jul 8, 2011 16:14:26 GMT -5
Character Name: Fritzi Beilschmidt
Country: Ger-Prussia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Camp guide or teen?: Teen
Appearance:
The first thing that one might notice about Fritzi is her albinism, since there's little that stands out more than very pale skin and white hair... well, at least anything natural, that is. What adds even more to her uniqueness is the color of her eyes. Most albinos have red, violet, or blue eyes, but Fritzi has an odd violet-to-blue hue that's certainly one of a kind.
Other than that, she's a bit above average when it comes to height and has quite a few scars- one on her face which she shows off proudly and several on her hands which she covers by always wearing black gloves.
Personality:
So, you want to know about Fritzi the Great, do ya? Congrats, it's one of the best things you could do with your time. Well, it's like a thousand times better than looking through anyone else's stuff. Pfft, how boring would that be?
As you can see, Fritzi is well aware of her grandness and superiority over everyone else. It would be a shame if she didn't, since the world would be really boring, like classical music. Yeah, classical music is awful, really really awful. It's so bad that it gives Fritzi the Great seizures. Pretty lame, but that's because old music like that is a lot lamer and doesn't deserve attention from her ears. She doesn't even call it music, just shitty sound. Bands like Megaherz and Rammstein deserve to be called music. This won't happen with any other genre of music, so don't go trying to give Fritzi a seizure by playing some random song or she will pwn you harder than Chuck Norris with an army of ninjas. In other words, just don't get her mad. You'll regret it when you're tied up to a flagpole with a sign that says "FAGGOT."
But Fritzi the Great is pretty benevolent for the likes of you, so there won't be casualties every day, since believe it or not, she does have some self control. Don't expect her to be anything but blunt, though. If she hates something, it's easy to tell.
She does care for people, but doesn't show it most of the time... Not because she doesn't know how, of course! It's just that most of the time it's not awesome to show it! Yeah, that's right. Hehe...
Other than that, Fritzi is a bit of a prankster, always getting into trouble one way or another and loves to mess up any event for the fun of it. You won't ever see her being shy (because that's just not awesome) and if one of her friends is too shy to do something, she's almost always willing to do it for them. You'll never get bored around her for more than a moment- you might regret it though, since she can act pretty perverted and all- and always tries to be the life of the party.
Yes, Fritzi does have a serious side, almost as serious as her younger sibling, but often times decides not to show it, thinking that it would make her look boring or even normal, ugh. She likes to keep things clean and orderly for the most part, and if you try to mess her room up the tiniest bit you'll find yourself naked with your head in a toilet and wrists tied behind your back (and she has done that before, several times.)
Another thing that one might not expect from Fritzi is her acting skills. One might've thought that someone so full of herself would be bad at acting as anyone else, but she always had a knack for acting, which she had improved through using her possession powers. She takes the saying, "All the world's a stage" quite literally and does what she can to make her performance the best. Sometimes it's hard to tell when Fritzi's being honest because of her tendency to act.
Likes:
+Rock/Heavy Metal: She doesn't get any seizures from this type of music, and likes it a lot.
+Cute things: Who doesn't like adorable things~?
+Competition: Fritzi's a competitive girl and doesn't hold back.
+Birds: She loves how they can just fly away and are just free.
+Cleaning: She always keeps her room clean and sometimes cleans other people's areas... but for a price~
+Sweets
+Piano: She's pretty good at it, but with her epilepsy, she rarely plays anymore and doesn't play any classical pieces. She still enjoys it though, despite it being associated with classical music all the time
+Technology: She can keep all her diaries in a simple laptop and loves to blog, and she always has an iPod around just in case if there's any classical music being played where she can't leave, so she can drown out the sound.
+Theatre: She's really good at it, believe it or not. Fritzi's best at improv, though.
Dislikes:
-Bright light: Her skins burns easily and she can get temporarily blinded by a flash of light, so she always has sunglasses handy.
-Looking weak: Fritzi's no stereotypical weak lady that faints at a sight of a rat!
-Pills: She avoids them at all costs, being paranoid of their possible side effects and the possibility that it might actually be a drug.
-Cold weather: It reminds her of the year she was kidnapped by some Russian
-Being compared to her sibling
-People who mess with her family
Fears:
-Fritzi has musicogenic epilepsy which causes her to have seizures whenever she hears a couple measures of classical music, especially those of the Romantic Era (Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Brahms, etc.) but she's fine with any other type of music. She used to like classical music when she was younger, but she'd gotten her epilepsy all of a sudden and she can't think about it without shuddering to herself.
-Fritzi also has a fear of anything happening to her eyes. Their sensitive enough, since she's an albino and all, and she's really uncomfortable with even regular blindfolds.
History:
Fritzi was born in an aristocratic German family, but she wasn't one of those typical spoiled children who got everything they wanted with a snap of their fingers. No, Fritzi was anything but that, since her parents were ashamed (and even slightly horrified) at her albinism. Not that they haven't tried to hide it, of course not. But Fritzi had always felt singled out in the family, especially since her younger sibling was born.
Fritzi was still rather young when Ludwig was born, but was completely jealous of him from the start. Why couldn't Ludwig be the albino freak, and not herself? Despite this jealousy, Fritzi had grown very protective over him throughout the years, even though he is fully able to look after himself. She absolutely hates her parents though (and no, it's not just a phase.)
Usually the Beilschmidt family would go to their summer home, take a cruise, go abroad, or some combination of the above. Fritzi got sick and tired of having to stick around with her family (since her parents watched over her like a hawk despite their feelings about her albinism.) So when she found out about the camp, she thought "Pfft, screw this, I'm gonna go to camp!" Which is why you'll see her here despite her parents' objection.
Journal Sample:
Dear Mini-Fritzi,
Today I was awesome (why wouldn't I be?) But the plane ride here was a total fail. Ugh, why do planes take so long to get from Germany to the States? You know what would be awesome? Teleportation powers. That or being able to make one of those swirly portal things.
Anyway... there aren't as many awesome bamfs as I hoped. Eh, I may just be putting my standards to high. None of them had ever met someone as great as me, so they'll probably need to get used to it.
Victoria tried to eat you again, that adorable little bird... I think Wilhelm wants to try now too- Okay, got him away. Anywayy, Fritzi the Great needs her sleep and will hopefully get it tonight.
Night, beetches~
Fritzi
Roleplay Sample:
(From a superpower RP where Fritzi has Latent Abilities)
It's cold. Cold and dark and wet in the room or hallway or whatever place that Fritzi was trapped in. She has been stuck here and powerless for almost a year- blindfolded and hands tied behind her back for the majority of the time. She doesn't move her arms anymore, and the numbness has become normal. The irritation of the rope against her raw wrists hasn't, however, and she winced every time she has to readjust her position.
There's a creaking sound. It's slow and it makes Fritzi shiver involuntarily. The door was opening and since there was no desperate calling of her name, it had to be him. The kidnapper.
"Time to play, little kitty~" a hand pats her head and her breath quickens. She wants- no, needs to get away but her body remains frozen, with only her breath quickening. It becomes quiet for a moment, too quiet with only the occasional drop of water from the ceiling providing any disturbance.
Then there was the crack of a whip. The whip. Fritzi bites her lip when the whip smacks her leg, which is apparently the new victim to the kidnapper's abuse. A scream accompanies the second lashing, along with the third and fourth.
"What's wrong, little kitty? Are you still too spoiled for your generous play-date?" Tears rolled down Fritzi's eyes. No, not again. Not the mind games and lashings and chokings and the laughing. She thinks she hears that dreaded jingling right now. No. No, no more of this. She wanted to run, crawl, even roll away from here. Anything, anything to get away. She just wanted it to all disappear, to just go away and return to her home with her brother and mother and father even though the last two are dead and left them without anything except for that empty shell of a house. But that was enough, more than enough.
Another crack of the whip, but this one was different. For afterward, Fritzi could hear something explode. Everything paused and something else exploded on her leg and from the texture, she realized it was the whip.
Then there came an agonizing scream and Fritzi could even see a bit of the scene from her blindfold. The man- the kidnapper, was burning. He was in flames all of a sudden even with the humidity of the room. Some other objects exploded, and some shards of glass cut the rope binding Fritzi's hands.
She's free. She's finally free.
She unties the blindfold, her fingers stumbling on the knot since it had been so long since they could move so freely and she was still in a panicked mood. Fritzi glanced at the man who tortured her- he won't last long- and then runs, stumbling on the ground full of broken pieces of who-know-what and not caring about the randomly exploding items which seemed to follow her.
A little more than a year ago, Fritzi would never had thought that freedom would taste so sweet.
It's cold. Cold and dark and wet in the room or hallway or whatever place that Fritzi was trapped in. She has been stuck here and powerless for almost a year- blindfolded and hands tied behind her back for the majority of the time. She doesn't move her arms anymore, and the numbness has become normal. The irritation of the rope against her raw wrists hasn't, however, and she winced every time she has to readjust her position.
There's a creaking sound. It's slow and it makes Fritzi shiver involuntarily. The door was opening and since there was no desperate calling of her name, it had to be him. The kidnapper.
"Time to play, little kitty~" a hand pats her head and her breath quickens. She wants- no, needs to get away but her body remains frozen, with only her breath quickening. It becomes quiet for a moment, too quiet with only the occasional drop of water from the ceiling providing any disturbance.
Then there was the crack of a whip. The whip. Fritzi bites her lip when the whip smacks her leg, which is apparently the new victim to the kidnapper's abuse. A scream accompanies the second lashing, along with the third and fourth.
"What's wrong, little kitty? Are you still too spoiled for your generous play-date?" Tears rolled down Fritzi's eyes. No, not again. Not the mind games and lashings and chokings and the laughing. She thinks she hears that dreaded jingling right now. No. No, no more of this. She wanted to run, crawl, even roll away from here. Anything, anything to get away. She just wanted it to all disappear, to just go away and return to her home with her brother and mother and father even though the last two are dead and left them without anything except for that empty shell of a house. But that was enough, more than enough.
Another crack of the whip, but this one was different. For afterward, Fritzi could hear something explode. Everything paused and something else exploded on her leg and from the texture, she realized it was the whip.
Then there came an agonizing scream and Fritzi could even see a bit of the scene from her blindfold. The man- the kidnapper, was burning. He was in flames all of a sudden even with the humidity of the room. Some other objects exploded, and some shards of glass cut the rope binding Fritzi's hands.
She's free. She's finally free.
She unties the blindfold, her fingers stumbling on the knot since it had been so long since they could move so freely and she was still in a panicked mood. Fritzi glanced at the man who tortured her- he won't last long- and then runs, stumbling on the ground full of broken pieces of who-know-what and not caring about the randomly exploding items which seemed to follow her.
A little more than a year ago, Fritzi would never had thought that freedom would taste so sweet.
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OoC Information
Name: Aria
Timezone: US EST
Experience:
Back in the Days- 7 months (Mod- Russia, femPrussia, Georgia)
And a couple other little places which have died within a month or so eue;;
Contact information:youhave42newstalkers@gmail.com
Anything else? /is nomming fishies/ ...Hm? What else is there to add? Oh, besides the fact that this needs more ranch, that is.
