Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jul 18, 2011 22:26:27 GMT -5
Character Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Country: Poland
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Camp guide or teen?: Teen
Appearance:
Feliks has light blond, shoulder length hair to which others’ may mistake him as a girl for from afar if the said people have never met him before. He has green eyes that are a darker and richer shade of green than a lime-green but not as dark as the color of lush, healthy grass when it is in a darker state. Feliks almost always has his hair down but even so he will, on occasion, place hairclips in his hair, usually placing them in the front on either the left of the right of his head. Feliks also paints his nails in accordance to what he is wearing and loves to wear short skirts. Even so, he does not wish that he was born a girl, he just likes the way the outfits look and feel.
Personality:
Feliks is a teen who could be described, in one word, oblivious. Allow one more word and you might come up with ‘selfish.’ He doesn’t really take others’ opinions into consideration, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care, it just doesn’t occur to him that changing the rules to game for his benefit and only listening to others when they’re talking about something he finds interesting would, could, can, and will be considered rude. He puts up a strong front to strangers to try to seem tough but in reality is shy towards those he doesn’t really know. If whoever he is acting brave and courageous towards shows no signs of weakening, his shyness will start to show and he will try to get someone else to deal with the said person as he is too scared and shy but does not want these weaknesses to show. Despite being somewhat cowardly, though, he is actually pretty strong. He won’t be joining the Olympics for shot-put any time soon, but he is much stronger than his girly front would lead on.
When Feliks is close to someone, however, he will become loud and a little troublesome and has a tendency to cling to one or two close people so as not to let them go. He doesn’t care what people think of the way he dresses, and it’s been surprisingly easy for him to wear girls’ clothing as he will on occasion wear men’s clothing, too. When someone asks why he likes to wear girls’ clothing, his standard response is along the lines of, “It looks, like, way cuter this way, you know?”
Likes:
₪ Skirts, preferably with a little bit of a plaid pattern or pleated. Feliks prefers skirts to dresses, but has no problem with either of the two, nor does he dislike pants/shorts. He just likes the way skirts feel and flow compared to the others.
₪ Winning, but without effort. He will, without warning, seem to change the rules of a game if he is not doing well and if changing the rules would be in his favor.
₪ Words such as “totally” and “like” like, a lot.
₪ Hair clips and accessories, nail polish, baggy ‘school girl’ socks, bracelets, and jackets or hoodies, all in the ‘feminine’ style.
₪ Clinging to a certain friend, namely Toris, though he does so mostly unconsciously.
₪ Animals, mostly ‘woodland creatures’ and ponies. Feliks really likes ponies.
₪ Butterflies. He has seemed to take a liking to the big, black and blue ones. Others have tried to tell him what kind of butterfly it is but he stopped listening and zoned them out before he could hear.
₪ The certainty of having one or two close friends that he knows can put up with himself and won’t leave him.
Dislikes:
® People who drone on and on. He will usually zone them out or even just walk away. The same for those who try to explain something that is so totally boring.
® Being put ‘in his place’ by others or being told off.
® Strangers, especially if it is a whole group of strangers, and it’s even worse if the strangers are ones that he knows absolutely nothing about.
® Those who threaten to take a close friend away.
® Solid black shirts, even if they’re, like, really flattering.
Fears:
₪ Waking up one morning to find that he is alone in the world. No one is there except for himself, and everything is how it was left the day before as if everyone had simply disappeared overnight.
₪ Heights. Not all heights scare him, such as being in buildings, but in the sense of places that are not enclosed, like cliffs.
₪ Anything that involves having to dye his hair a darker color, his blond hair is his natural color and he has never dyed his hair except for events like Halloween, or his hair falling out/becoming bald. He doesn’t seem to have a problem if his hair gets a little mud in it, though.
History:
Feliks moved from Poland when he was 5. He would have chosen to not learn English had he the choice, which he had not. He speaks both Polish and English fluently now and his family even speaks English for the most part at home. His parents are still together and he has a younger sister that is currently 6 and possesses the same hair as Feliks does, in both shade and type. His sister says she dreams of becoming a fashion designer for girls so Feliks will help her with ideas when she draws different dresses and skirts. Feliks’ best friend is a man named Toris who he became friends with ever since they met when Feliks moved to the US and oh-so-graciously announced to Toris that they were now deemed best friend on the same day they met and, somehow, no doubt because of a miracle that God decided to cast, the friendship worked out and the two had, indeed, become good friends. When Feliks found a brochure to Camp Fox in the mailbox one day, he held it up in front of Toris’ face, announcing that they would be attending without really letting Toris have a say. Feliks then went to ask his parents if he could attend Camp Fox in the Summer.
Journal Sample:
Dear my like, totally ‘me’ diary,
Today was, like, a total let-down. First off, there were no other kids from Poland! It seems like there were people from countries across the world, but not a single other Polish person to talk to. Second, we can only visit the ponies , like, on a schedule or something. What’s up with that? Can’t I just, like, fly some hpony down here that I can play with? That could totally work, actually. I’m totally going to ask a guide tomorrow if I can, like, remember one of their names. And find a pony. But Toris can, like, help me with that.
I think that writing these entries in pink from now on will, like, totally help to make sure that this camp isn’t, like, totally boring.
Like, it seems weird to write things like this where you are totally talking to yourself, but I, like, decided to give it a try and see if this works.
Whatevs’. ‘Till next time when I find a totally cute pink pen to write with.
Roleplay Sample:
Feliks smiled as he held the purple crayon in his hand and colored in one of the many drawings his sister had made. This time it was, as usual, a dress. It featured two small pockets on either side in the front and was meant to reach just below the knees. When Feliks looked his sisters’ drawings, he was usually left surprised at how good the drawings were. They really weren’t great, and the model wearing the outfits in the pictures could use a nose and fingers that weren’t lines attached to a circle, but for a six-year-old, they were good. And besides, it, like, isn’t the people that matter so much, Feliks reminded himself. She’s got the creativity of like, a real fashion designer. If she keeps at it, she could totally have a good shot at becoming, like, an actual fashion designer. But you can, like, never tell, Feliks sighed, kids, like, change their minds like seasons.
As Feliks finished coloring the left shoulder of the dress, the dress was completely colored. He looked it over twice, feeling a bit like Santa, to make sure that he didn’t miss a spot on the dress. He nodded and handed it to his sister who smiled and smile that, as usual, made Feliks, like, totally love his little sister even more.
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OoC Information
Name: Bridget
Timezone: Eastern Time (ET)
Experience:
~The following story will be told from Bridget’s house, which is located somewhere over the rainbow. ~
*Warnings: May cause severe depression. If that latter occurs please contact your doctor immediately. By reading the story below you hereby agree that Bridget is in no way responsible for any damage caused by reading the below story.*
Bridget looked at the application and sighed, closed her laptop, and proceeded to leave the room. As she came up to a corner and nodded. This looks like a nice corner, she thought, dismayed, then moved in closer with her head facing the corner. Once satisfied with her placement, she bent her knees, sat on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, and sobbed.
/End story
What was that story for you ask? Basically I’m trying to tell you that I have very little roleplaying experience. I roleplayed a little bit when I was 9 or 10, but people kept quitting and it never went anywhere an I don’t think that counts anyway. As that was years ago. But you have to start somewhere, right?! …Right guys…?
Contact information: You can email me @ aphforfun@gmail.com
Anything else?
F-To the I- To the S-H-I-E-S. If you like fishies as much as I do, feel free to hit me up by contacting me at the email link provided above.
Also, as stated before in my…strange story…I don’t have much roleplaying experience. That being the case, feel free to tell me if I am doing something wrong or tell me how I can approve on something. As long as it is constructive criticism and not flames, I’m all for it!
