Post by Bill Koenig on May 5, 2010 21:45:00 GMT
WILHELM CUYLER KOENIG
" A freak of nature, stuck in reality;
I don't fit the picture, I'm not who you want me to be;
sorry."
" A freak of nature, stuck in reality;
I don't fit the picture, I'm not who you want me to be;
sorry."
FULL NAME Wilhelm Cuyler Koenig
ALIAS Bill, Billa, Will
AGE twenty two
NATIONALITY German
OCCUPATIONPrince
PERSONALITY Wilhelm, though people always consider him an outcast, a black sheep in the family, is very honest, smart, and almost perfect in anyway a parent would want their child to be. Almost being the key word. But to explain who he is and how he interacts, more or less, it depends on who he is talking to, about, or with.
To people according to rumors and first glances, Wilhelm is very soft spoken. He keeps to himself and spends is days dreaming about love and happiness. He would be the one who sits in the corner during a meeting or when his family goes out and keep his eyes down, his eyes either looking at the ground or off in the horizon, the usual alert brown eyes glazed. He is the one who won't talk as much compared to everyone else, but is always a little mischievous during parties, dancing with girls and such.
To the people he hates or those who hates him, he is rather cold. He isn't very open minded and is the type who, when has an idea, will do stop that nothing to get it done and over with. His mind is very quick to react and he always views war and such as a chess game, and he is playing with fate. He is strong headed and stubborn, and more then once he is judgmental, knowing right off the bat by the way they carry themselves if they are someone Wilhelm can get along with, or someone he was sure he would hate. Once the idea or conclusion is embedded in his head, he won't change his mind, and that person would be on that list until the day he dies.
To his friends he is funny, witty, and very comfortable with who he is. Because of the way he dresses and what he wears, he is often looking down upon and people view him as a freak. He views the people who are willing to look past that is someone like a savor, merciful and they wouldn't judge him because of that. So, in his life, there is no one more important to him then his friends, because they are the ones to see him as him, even his parents wouldn't think to do so. Around his friends he is full of life, always wanting to try things that other wouldn't, he always plan parties and loves to be in the center, laughing and dancing with his friends.
To someone whom he likes or they want to get to know him, he is shy. very shy. Often he never knows what to say and occasionally he even stutters. He lacks the ability to trust, and so it is rather difficult for someone to get to know him like his friends do.
As for love, he knows it exist. He wants it. He is a dreamer, stuck in a world of war and drama that he doesn't want to be apart of. He is pansexual, meaning that gender doesn't matter to him, he views the average male or female the same exact way, since they are all just parts to him. And there is no specific gender when it come to something like love.
SEXUALITY pansexual
APPEARENCE Wilhelm dresses like any other royal. He dresses in expensive clothes and overall, he gives off a calm demeanor. Though he dresses like everyone else, he looks rather differently. His body is not as muscular and fit as it seems, people tend to misjudge him for being either a girl or being too sickly to take over as king if his brother died.
Born with a sharp angular head, his face is completed with high, prominent cheekbones, a sloping nose, with full lips. Upon first looking at him, he holds must of the feminine side, with his soft face, his lips always parted slightly, his eyes always a little lidded, but looking closer one can see his masculine chin, the hard, structure of his face that lets others know what he is, indeed a boy.
His body is rather slim and very slender. He walks upright with dignity and independence, each step slow, smooth, and very graceful. His long arms are manicured much like the ladies that live around him, but instead of the vibrant color the women aims for, his would be black, a vivid contrast against his pale skin.
Though his features are unique and he is obvious very beautiful (as one would call him), often he is looked down because of the things he wears. His almond-shaped maple brown eyes are lined with khol black, making them look very intense and alert, his hair, though he was born blond, was died black and often either slicked back too much or just casually messy, poofing slightly.
PLAY BY Bill Trumper Kaulitz. That's right, you can't steal him, I own him fools! (*is dreaming*)
MOTHER Simon Koenig
FATHER Jonathan Koenig
SIBLINGS KING KOENIG, ---------, 24. 02 !
QUEEN KOENIG, ---------, 21.
PRINCE KOENIG, ---------, 22.
PRINCESS KOENIG, ---------, 17. 02 !
LADY VON DAECHER, ---------, 23.
PETS None
HISTORY Wilhelm was born in the night of September 1 in Germany. Wilhelm himself never really talked about his past, so there is limited knowledge about it. The only people who really did know was his brother and sister, not so much as his in-laws. So there is only the basics about it.
His mother was Simone and his father was Johnathan Koenig. The first few years of his life mostly consists of him following everything his elder brother did. And everyone loved Wilhelm, simply because he was a little delinquent, he had his own mind, and he liked being independent. At first it confused his parents when he would rather draw, write, and learn history instead of hunting like his brother did. And eventually they made him go out and learn anyways, fearing his son would be too much like a woman and would eventually like men then women.
At first, Wilhelm was the perfect little boy, he did his job, learned what he needed to, and would disappear into his bedroom when he was finished, not bothering anyone. It was no harm, no foul. But inside his bedroom, Wilhelm was often found drawing and writing. So while everyone was riding horses and spending time with their father, Wilhelm resorted to art as a way of spending his day.
His parents, being oblivious as they are, never noticed until when Wilhelm started to wear eyeliner. At first they demanded for him to take it off and be a man, a demand that he refused bluntly, uncaring of the consequences. He wanted to stand out on how he looked, because he liked it, and no one would be able to stop them. When his parents realized that, they started to shun him, not acknowledging his presence until it was necessary.
So Wilhelm spent most of his days along, reflecting, dreaming, and working. It continued to when his parents died and his brother took over the throne and married Deaecher family, though since they never really noticed him, he only returned the favor.
NAME Tomi
AGE 17
GENDER transgender > : D
TIMEZONE Eastern, USA
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE 1 year
OTHER CHARACTERS none
PASSWORD ---admin edit----
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Kyro silently rose out of bed and got himself dressed before quietly slipping out of his bedroom and padded down the hall, slipping on a black jacket as he did so. He stopped at one of the windows and peeled back the red curtain slightly, the filter of light streaming though, breaking the overall dimness of the corridor before quickly letting it go, closing it and blocking out the light that once was able to break free of the heavily draped design and thick fabric. It was early as far as he could tell. The sun was out, he figured that there was only one more class before the sun classes were officially done and they slowly make their way to either their own Sun dorm of the Moon ones, ready to greet the students as they appeared through the flimsy gate that barred the dorm's entrance. But it was too early for his liking, he hated the sun since it always had an affect on his body, but he however liked twilight, it was then that he would rise and enjoy the time before the others roused, making a fuss trying to look pretty before they head off to class. He didn't like being there when it went down.
He took the steps two at a time, his shoes just muffling the sound that would have echoed loudly and bounced about the room, signaling his leave until the Moon Classes started. He slowly pushed open the door and slipped out before closing it and jogging down the steps, his feet moving fluidly and gracefully as it always did, and he held himself up with a class an dignity of his family. Of course, even when he knew no one was looking he acted so. It was who he was, and frankly, he wasn't about the change it. There were, in fact, many things he wouldn't change about himself.
He winced slightly at the sunlight, uncomfortable. Yes, he didn't enjoy it as much as he used to, but that was because everything was so bright, from the white sidewalk, to the light colors on the various Sun students as they pointed at him, obviously unused to the fact that he was out and about. Moon students rarely showed themselves during the day. In all that counted, it was his first time out while class was still on, though he pushed his limits and won't leave until the last second, he never went out of the boundaries like he did now. And like he always acted, he never cared.
He kept walking, his hands casually in his pockets as he entered the courtyard, the trees scattered about with the centerpiece. He eyed his surroundings, surprised that no one was there. All was quiet, minus the few trash that was strewed about the green lawn and concrete design, all was quiet. He wondered if a professor had passed and made them leave.
His question was answered as he turned around to his right, and was about to head to a tree to seek shelter from the bright sun. He growled in annoyance as his question was answered. In one of the distinct tree, Sol was scaling the bark and sitting on the branch, while there was a Sun student sitting under it. He was honestly dense. Why, out of all the trees that was scattered about, did he chose the one that was already taken? could he not see her? Or was it because he just wanted to invade in her space in a what seemed to be very unsubtle way?
He rolled his violet eyes as he turned and headed over the tree a few feet away, jumping to grab on to the ledge before hitching himself up, positioning himself like he always does; one foot on the bark, one foot loosely hanging, one arm gripping the branch as the other relaxed. Of course, leave it to the damn cocky ass professor to annoy Kyro and ruin his day. But his motivation to leave the courtyard was small, so small that he didn't even bother giving it a second thought. There was a human right under him, he couldn't possible do anything without getting in trouble.
