KAISER, edmund claus

[edmund klaus kaiser]

Character Name: edmund calus kaiser
Nickname(s): eddy
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Grade: Sophomore
Sexuality: Other
Clique: Drama Freak
Subgroup: Survivor
Weight: 167 lbs
Height: Six feet
Appearence:

Well, now that I have finally reached my long awaited growth spurt, I can say that I am rather tall. I am pretty comfortable with my height, I always wanted to be taller, and frankly this is like the optimum height, I do not want to get any taller. Since I have been really interested in sports all my life, my body is pretty slender. I can be a pretty good example that you do not necessarily need a gym to stay in shape, I simply swim, and rock climb, and the best part is that it is for fun, while most people would consider going to a gym as a chore.

Since I have Austrian parents, and ancestors I am Caucasian, hence I have rather pale skin, but this is California, everybody tans all year long, so not so pale, more of a light brown shade or something. Just a light tan. I could easily look like an albino if I stop going to the beach, but I have no plans whatsoever to stop. Anyway, also I have blond hair, but I would say they're rather dark. Perhaps more of a very light brown. I don't really know how some people have almost silver hair, do they dye it? Probably.

I have typical blue eyes, but they still manage to remain very warm people say, and not really hollow, or empty, or something of that sort. I actually always wished to have darker eyes, but I've noticed that people usually tend to want characteristics that they don't have, and see in other people. I don't know if the whole 'Blonds being dumb,' stereotype only applies to girls, but I can assure you I am not! I also have a typical straight nose. My teeth are pretty white, and not because I whiten them, no, I just care too much about my oral hygiene. I used to have braces when I was 12, but after a year of struggling, I removed them, and have pretty nice teeth now.

I like to keep my hair rather short, I am not really into the whole 'styling' thing. Frankly, I am simply too lazy. After a shower I just dry them with a towel, and let them dry, so they are sort of messy, but personally I think they look good anyway. Who needs a blow-dryer? It damages your hair. I love it too much to do any harm unto it. I cut it every month, so it basically looks the same all year long, with minor differences at the end of each month. I have been considering changing my haircut a few times, but perhaps later.

When it comes to clothes, I just wear casual and comfortable clothes most of the time. I don't really have a sense of fashion or whatever, I just buy whatever I like, and wear it. Sure I sometimes see some people wearing something, and I buy it, but only when I actually think it looks cool. Like Converse shoes! I wear them all the time; usually my red pair. I usually wear button shirts. Almost all of my tops are button shirts, I don't know why I like them so much. I try to avoid wearing jeans, or in general pants if I can avoid it. I just do not feel that comfortable in pants, unless I am wearing my sweat pants, those are awesome, I feel like I am laying in bed or something when I wear them. Too bad I can't really wear them in public often. I also don't really have any tattoos or piercing or anything of that kind. If mom would find out I got something like that she would go berserk. Well, maybe a nipple ring when I am older, who knows?

Personality:

Before the whole tornado thing happened I was a pretty different person. I used to be very optimistic, and full of life, and nice. Right now I am pretty much the opposite of those words. Before the world seemed very colorful to me, now all I see is a black and white. The only time that I feel like the world is colorful once again is when I am on stage. Acting. I cannot imagine my life without all those rehearsals, and memorizing lines. To be honest, I thing acting is the only thing that kept me from just committing suicide. It is what I do to take my mind off things. The auditorium is where I go when I feel stressed, or just plain unhappy.

I know why I have changed. It is bad enough to lose your house, and one of your parents, and everything you own, and be forced to leave your town, but for the people to hate us for our misfortune. It drives me mad! I am pretty much always rude, and don't think twice about talking back to teachers. I am only nice when I feel safe; meaning that the person does not hate me for moving into their town, and does not really care, then I can actually turn into the person I really am, but there are not many people like that, so I just try to stick to other survivors from my town who have been forced to leave, who know what it is like to be in my position, even remotely.

Since I love acting, I loosen up when I am at the auditorium, so I am usually pretty nice, and optimistic, and energetic when I am with other people who love the performing arts just as much as me. Nowadays a typical me, is very moody, and easily aggravated. All people also take it that I am angry all the time, which is in a way true. Perhaps I should start seeing a psychologist or something, because I don't think that I will change anytime soon. I get into trouble a lot. Not by shoplifting, or getting drunk or anything like that, but usually from acts of violence, and swearing.

When I am with other survivors, I become the old me, because I know I am with people who know even remotely what it is like to be in my shoes. I become kind, and fun, and optimistic, and thoughtful again, and I always enjoy my time with them. What really bothers me is the attitude of most people towards us, this is what is behind all my behavior and mood swings, and acts of violence. I am not usually selfish, but when it comes to receiving the leading male role in a play I will fight tooth and nail for it. My dream at the moment involves moving to Hollywood, and becoming a famous actor, and I will not let anybody get in my path.

History:

So, I am not really originally from Central. I come from a town which was only a few miles away. Well, you can't really call it a town anymore, can you now? It resembles more a scene from the movie 2012, or War of the Worlds or something. Total, and utter chaos everywhere. It just reminds you of how small, and helpless people really are when it comes to nature. Anyway, I was born there sixteen years ago to a newlywed religious Lutheran couple, who moved to the town all the way from Virginia, hoping to start a new life in the attractive and sunny state of California. It seemed like a pretty good decision to them then. Salaries were higher, and the unemployment rate was low.

I grew up in a typical house, and in a pretty typical family. Sure, we were not perfect, of course mom and dad fought occasionally, but their conflicts and disputes were usually resolved quickly, and peacefully. They were a great couple, and honestly I was always very proud to be their son. Unfortunately mom, and I got into a pretty bad car accident when I was around nine years old. I was fine, and ended up only with a few bruises, and a broken arm, but mom's injuries where a little bit more severe which caused her to remain in a wheel chair for a few years, until we saved up the needed money for her surgery. Mom had to quit her job during that time, and worked as a piano teacher instead, and so our house was constantly filled with music. I myself decided to play the guitar, because I never really understood how to play on the piano well.

The whole incident caused dad to work more, and harder, and forced him to work two jobs, but it did not harm our family. In fact, we became even more tightly knit, and close to each other because of the accident, and I learnt to appreciate my parents even more. When I was in the fifth grade, I was started to act. My very first play was about Little Red Riding Hood, in which I played the wolf. It was then that I realized that I loved acting, and ever since I have pretty much appeared in all of the plays in my school, and my life basically started revolving around the auditorium. Of course, I did other things. I discovered that I was very good at sports as well, particularly in swimming, and rock climbing, but I never really joined any teams, or won any competitions, because the theater always came first.

Not too long ago, the day of the tornado came. Of course I was completely clueless that something like that could even happen in our beloved town, all people were. That day was just like any other day, except that the weather was rather bad. I was supposed to go to sleepover at my friend's house that day, so after school I immediately when over to his house with him, while dad would still be at work until it was around seven o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, when the tornado struck, we all hid in my friend's cellar, with his parents, and siblings, but the house did tumble down, and we were trapped for hours until they found us, while our house sustained even more damage, and mom did not make it. It was a great shock, but I was thankful that I still had my dad beside me. Everything that we owned was snatched away, and we found ourselves having only each other, and the clothes on our back.

It was very comforting to know that the neighboring town of Central decided to aid us, and build us houses, and so my dad and I moved in, thankful that we had another chance, but still not quite over our loss. It was a huge blow when after transferring to the new school that we realized that we were not really welcome in Central, and that they pretty much hated us. I guess it was because they paid for the houses without being consulted by their mayor, but that was not really my problem. It has been rather hard living in Central, but dad has a good salary, and we are hoping to rebuild our old house, and move out of here and be out of everybody's hair, because we are not blind. We get the vibes. We know that we are not welcome.

Sample Rp:

Caleb was not really the type of person who usually laid around on some beach. If he happened to be on a beach, he would be probably surfing, or para-sailing or something of that sort. Excitement was his drug, and he seemed to always be in need to be on the move, but once in a blue moon he would stumble upon one of those days that seemed to last forever. His friends were all busy, and heading to the beach seemed like the best idea at the moment. He would never even for a minute imagine himself just laying around on some couch watching reruns of Glee or something, thinking of how ironic it was to be watching a series about some school, and show-choir when he was in that music camp.


And so there he was laying on his back on one of the many sandy beaches of the state of Florida, as the warm sunlight shone over him. He was wearing his usual pair of traditional swimming drunks, and of course, his favorite RayBan glasses. He couldn't imagine himself without these. His skin being a tad sensitive to sunlight caused him to go under the shade of the nearest cafe every few minutes. Sure, some people would suggest using high SPF sunblocks, but Caleb hated the way they felt. He would never be caught wearing any on himself. Sure it made his life a bit more difficult, but frankly Caleb preferred this situation to another where he rubs sunblock all over himself. And so, he left his stuff as usual just laying there, and walked under the shade of the cafe, and order himself one of the several tempting slushes that were stirred hypnotically by the slush machine. He got his usual strawberry favorite, and sat down on one of the nearest tables, and drank slowly as he observed the people walking and having fun on the beach.

Caleb was halfway done with his slush, when suddenly he noticed a familiar face start walking towards him. He lifted up his glasses a bit just to be sure.Yes, he certainly did know that guy. He had met him only a few days ago when they randomly began a conversation in the cafeteria; before that they never really talked before, but Caleb had seen him around camp a few times. Suddenly Caleb looked down at Deryk's shirt, looked like he had taken a dip, and all people knew that wet white fabric stuck to skin so well. Well of not all people, but people who have heard of wet t-shirt contests anyway. As Caleb noticed Deryk's body, he fought the urge to sigh. He was just too lazy to go to the gym. Yes, he was not lazy enough to go water skiing or something crazy of that sort, but he never really could drag himself all the way to the gym. He quickly looked away, since he did not want to make any false impressions.

Celeb:

Jarrett Moreland

Out Of Character:

Hey, this is Tim again. Almost sixteen. I've been RPing for three years, and I also live in Jordan. Anyway contact me by e-mail: [e-mail]. If you want to add me on MSN please tell me first, I reject anybody I do not know. I am also on Ryan's site, which is called Amplify.

[( tahlia )]

Welcome back darling! Wonderful application. You've really taken the whole survivor thing into account and I love how you've worked it through every section of his application. It's great to have a Drama Freak and he's so perfect for the clique. It's nice that he has an outlet and somewhere he can be himself and since he can come off as quite rude, it'll be great to see him interact with some of our other characters. I'm really glad you're back. You know what to do from here!