Post by Xanten Ericcson on Dec 27, 2007 17:04:41 GMT -5
About You:
[/font]your real name:Devs
age:30
birthday:11/08/77
expierience:12 years of rping
The Basics:
name:Xanten Seigfried Ericcson
age: 16
grade:Sophomore
family: he has none he’s an orphan
Mother: dead
Father: dead
Siblings: dead
Economic Status: orphan/Rich(has a trust fun to pay for whatever he needs)
Tell Us About:
your childhood: Xanten was born in Iceland to a large family he had a mom, dad and about six siblings. His parents had a huge art gallery there and his parents were both famous artists and made Ice wine as well. A very tasty wine in fact and made tons of money off it, they supported their kids in going to the finest schools in Europe and on family vacations all over. Xenten had quite a few horses to ride at home he loved it so much and competed as well.
His life was turned upside when his family and he went out for a boat trip on his dad’s birthday. The wind was terrible and a storm stirred up the waves capsized the boats leaving everyone in the water. His parents tried to help each other and their kids but were swept away by the waves but Xanten was saved by his dog since he was the only one still there the rest were lost. He was found by some people there on the shore and kept warm then taken to the hospital. With no family he and Fafnir were taken in by some family friends sent to Carlem a year later. But sadly the family friends who took him in died so he has no one.
your parents: His mom and dad were amazing people, they loved their children without condition. Always understanding people they were and instilled their children with such love.
you:Xanten one never knows about he is a sweet kid but is brooding as well. He can’t stand to be reminded of being alone since his family was killed in a boating accident in his homeland of Iceland, everyone drowned by him his beloved dog Fafnir saved his life. He is never outgoing and never would be since he witnessed his family dying right in front of him. He is proud of his name his mom and dad loved the epic poem called The Song of the Nibelungs and named their son after the kingdom of Xanten.
Likes:
+His dog
+painting
+drawing
+loves his home in Iceland
+the winter time
+the snow
+making snow angels
+throwing snowballs.
+his name
Dislikes:
+Being an orphan
+Not having any family
+idiots
+sluts
+being reminded that he had no family
+being away from home.
Fears:
+being put in a foster home
+loosing the only family that he has left his dog
+drowning like his family all had.
dating expierience: he has never dated in his life he was never in one place long enough to fall in love or date.
Appearence:
overall appearance:
hair: dark brown that is short and layered just a bit in certain parts.
eyes: dark brown but they sort of appear a soft or a dark blue in color.
height: he’s about 5ft9 but it works for him.
weight:about 132-135lbs but it’s all muscle not a lot of fat on his body.
a picture: i126.photobucket.com/albums/p98/EdWoodAngel18/The%20Sub%20Ablum%202/xantenav.png
Illiterate:
rp sample:[/center]Yuri had gotten to school early and had walked around, keeping mostly to himself. Keeping some of his instruments into the closet that was always locked, he just had the key that he wore on a silver bracelet on his right wrist. With his case of cds and some sheets of blanket score paper he was up to fooling around to write a new song to send back to his dad.
Sitting there in a black suit, white dress shirt and a light blue tie on also with black shoes on his feet, his chocolate brown hair was always combed neatly to be away from his face. Around his neck were many necklaces, in his ears were his favorite earrings, many bracelets on his wrists and rings on his fingers. He started singing not really thinking anyone was there yet or was hearing him. Not knowing if anyone could play like him and he had been learning since he was about 5 years old, he had become a master on several instruments. Yuri was still the new teacher he had been hired to replace the other one since the teacher had quit.
He hadn’t any idea that he was being watched he was in his own little zone as his parents had called it. There was a bright smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Once he stopped his eyes opened hearing the voice he turned his face to see the girl the girl he smiled at her. “Hello.” His long and slender fingers were still on the keys, looking at her listening. Pausing the cd when it stayed to play one of his just piano pieces that he wrote not a few months ago. “No it’s okay it’s good to have some extra practice before class I always did then before my classes when I was a kid.” He was a very nice guy and he was proud of it. “Please come in.”
accepted.
