Post by kuchenforthemasses on Apr 26, 2012 7:43:46 GMT -4
♬Roderich Edelstein♬
Name: Roderich Edelstein
Nation: Republik Österreich
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Piano Teacher. He does visit houses or one can schedule appointments at his own home.
Affiliation: Neutral. He agrees with the Government a little more than he does with the rebel group, mostly because he dislikes chaos, but he doesn’t feel that getting involved is a good idea, so he stays out of any issues.
Superpower:
[/color] Musical Empathy/Sound Manipulation (also called Enhanced Synesthesia) Roderich has an odd power.
He can see music as colors (a medical/neurological condition named Sound → color synesthesia) and can also feel and control sound with his emotions, even make those emotions into force. Given his in-depth knowledge of how music and sound work, Roderich is able to control sounds and do things like:
As stated, besides his powers, he has very little strength. He is not very athletic, even scrawny in some places, so he can’t protect himself. He also experiences the main side effect of his synesthesia often; he experiences sensory overloads and faints. He’s not unaffected by most of his powers, except the irritating sound waves things he does, which don’t work on him. He’s also not very good at controlling most of his powers, as he usually on uses the first one, or the messing with music’s pitches and emotional feelings.
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Personality:
Austere to most, Roderich Edelstein is never seen smiling in public or even with company, unless he particularly feels close to them. He is distrusting of most people, however behaves like a charming gentleman in front of everyone when he's fully in control of his mind. His voice is elegant and softer than most men's, yet firm and the pitch is almost always controlled (this is because his voice tends to go higher and may even crack when Roderich is extremely upset). And thus when he is upset he hides his emotions behind his face and responds with polite hostility, light dry humor or even rudeness that isn’t very rude(just well-hidden).
There is a reason for this “cold” face. Roderich was born a musical prodigy. One of his earliest memories is climbing into the dusty piano his parents’ had (it was inherited and did well as a center piece in the living room) and
Likes:
[]Having everyone staring at him or judging him. He never liked that as a child and he tends to be even more reserved than he normally is. It’s why he usually closes his eyes when he’s relaxing (and not particularly interested in the colors at that time). However he’s jumpy enough that he can feel someone near him. He's also insecure about many things in his life, not that Roderich will tell you outright.
[] Rudeness, unless you suffer from something, Roderich thinks everyone should be putting their efforts into being calm and reserved. It’s a simple courtesy that society demands of you. Of course he has experiences with society being very wrong, but Roderich’s not going to budge on his ideal of character.
[]Boats or the sea. He gets sea sick and throws up. Also anything with tentacles frightens him. Especially octopuses.
[]Sexually lewd people. Roderich dislikes those who openly engage in public displays of affection that isn’t affection but actually copulation. Crude sexual jokes garner no laughs from him. However, ironically, Roderich is the first to jump to (‘dirty’) conclusions when people ask him about something or talk to him about something. One such incident was when one of the boys he babysat in his late-teens asked if he could sleep with him (the boy was barely a pre-teen). Roderich immediately though that the boy was actually being lewd and derided him.
[]Losing friends and loved ones due to his own failures. Roderich lost the respect of his parents(who haven’t spoken to him in five years) when he stopped playing on a piano, kicked the stool, and marched off stage on live television. He could have tried to communicate earlier that no he didn’t want to do these shows or perform at recitals. He could have tried to fix his relationship with his childhood friend, and not even let it get that bad in the first place. But he didn’t, and so Roderich feels like he’s bound to lose people anyway.
Fatal Flaw: Roderich’s main flaw would be how he basically forces himself to be
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Roleplay Sample:
As the caravans neared Prague, Roderich felt a small eagerness rise up. There wasn’t much paper work to do now; Gilbert had said they were going to Prague as a vacation and tourists, not as performers. Not that Roderich wholly agreed with him, there was just so much money to be made in the capital city of Bohemia, especially during a festival as large as the one the city was currently holding.
Prague was no Vienna, of course, but it was so close to home, and the Bohemians would speak German, after all, the Austrian Empire ruled over them, that way he could almost pretend it was home. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could see home. Almost. Though, with what he was planning to do for the entire festival, well, he wouldn’t dare attempt this at home in Austria. Pretending to be a woman for the entire festival? No, someone would recognize him in Vienna and then the gossip would spread like fire, disgracing his family and possibly sending him to a mental institution.
Roderich sat up and faced the clothes he neatly laid out on the chairs, all freshly laundered and pressed. He gulps when his gaze falls on the crinoline he recently bought, not very large since Roderich abhorred the large and bustling crinoline and petticoat trends he’d been spotting during their visits to fashionable areas. His face reddens a little when he looks at his usual corset, the fact that these were ladies’ intimates not lost on him. Ladies’, not men’s.Pushing away that line of thought, Roderich turned to stare at the cotton with lace chemise he made himself during the particularly bad days in Poland, when he was too ill to leave his bed. All that work paid off, and now Roderich had a lovely chemise to wear under a silk dress when he left to go explore the town.
An exhausting hour later, where in Roderich managed to put on his intimates with great difficulty and was now pulling the silk navy dress over them, the caravans stopped, signaling their arrival. Adjusting both the dress and the chemise, Roderich smiled a little at how they hugged his frame, giving the appearance of a bust and hips to his broad shoulders. He didn’t look like an oddly built scrawny man with wide shoulders; he looked like a woman in a fitting dress. Whether he was pretty by female standards was yet to be seen.
“It’s why I’m heading out tonight.” whispers Roderich, standing over his vanity, fluffing out the wig he pulled out of a special box from under his bed. He pulled the chestnut-colored wig over his hair, making sure none of his original strands stuck out as Roderich placed the wig firmly on his head with pins. The woman smiling in the mirror began to pin her hair into a chignon, letting a few stray waves frame her face and neck. Roderich smiled widely, an expression so natural on her face, not his. She did a twirl when Roderich twirled, and Roderich let loose a light laugh. This was going to be an interesting night.
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Ah, Prague! Roderich could remember fond memories of the city his Vater had taken him on a trip to as a young boy. The few business deals his father was able to keep were usually foreign ones and so Roderich was dragged across Central and sometimes Western Europe by his Vater. Roderich had a penchant for being lost easily when he was young (okay, he couldn’t find his way out of a haystack today either), but Roderich would always wait by the large medieval clock, named the Orloj Prazhky, and watch the clock attempt to tick. Roderich, a morose child, would find himself being captivated by the clockwork figurine of Death, who should have according to the locals, ringed the bell. Roderich’s curious orchid eyes would wait for hours, hoping that maybe the clock would work the next time, perhaps enough to make the skeletal figure move.
Now it was a woman who headed to the clock. Roderich managed to blend in well with the local populace, appearing to others as a young and wealthy woman out for Midsummer’s Eve, perhaps even mischievously given her escort the slip. His gloved hands held on tightly to his matching parasol as he navigated the streets with a trouble expression on his face, Roderich biting his lip with worry. His pace was awkward as he tried to walk ‘lady-like’, with grace in each step. His posture had been beaten into him (literally) by nuns, and it was hard to assume another posture other than the one he was supposed to be carrying. Roderich spent some time tripping over his feet that day.
That was when the pamphlets caught his eye. They weren’t the same color of purple as his eyes were, much lighter in fact. The pamphlets looked like they had been made with care, someone passionate about his work spending time on them. Curious, Roderich retrieved one from the ground and read it over, his gaze darting from the sheet to the town hall he could see tower above the other buildings. A performance? Roderich’s lips curled as he headed in the clock’s direction faster, intent on watching both the clock and the man claiming to be a ‘Master Illusionist’.
Sulfur greeted Roderich’s delicate nose and the man wrinkled his nose, lightly powered face pouting at the unpleasant smell, unable to be over-powered by the pleasing scent of food around the square. “At least the effects he has are decent, can’t say much for the smell.” Roderich thought to himself as he seized a window of opportunity and managed to find a spot stand in near the front. True, whoever the illusionist was, they were brilliant at showmanship. He stuck a mysterious figure, obscured by the billowing smoke. The man, Roderich could guess he was French with the accent and French words peppered in, and it would explain the glitziness of the act so far, was good at capturing interest. Through the throng of people, all quietly talking, Roderich could hear his voice explaining the clock and talking about ‘fate’ the way a writer would, eloquently phrasing himself. Roderich himself was amazed that the man could boast of making the Orloj work again and shuffled closer, watching his every movement in an attempt to pry the secrets the man was about to show.
Prague was no Vienna, of course, but it was so close to home, and the Bohemians would speak German, after all, the Austrian Empire ruled over them, that way he could almost pretend it was home. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could see home. Almost. Though, with what he was planning to do for the entire festival, well, he wouldn’t dare attempt this at home in Austria. Pretending to be a woman for the entire festival? No, someone would recognize him in Vienna and then the gossip would spread like fire, disgracing his family and possibly sending him to a mental institution.
Roderich sat up and faced the clothes he neatly laid out on the chairs, all freshly laundered and pressed. He gulps when his gaze falls on the crinoline he recently bought, not very large since Roderich abhorred the large and bustling crinoline and petticoat trends he’d been spotting during their visits to fashionable areas. His face reddens a little when he looks at his usual corset, the fact that these were ladies’ intimates not lost on him. Ladies’, not men’s.Pushing away that line of thought, Roderich turned to stare at the cotton with lace chemise he made himself during the particularly bad days in Poland, when he was too ill to leave his bed. All that work paid off, and now Roderich had a lovely chemise to wear under a silk dress when he left to go explore the town.
An exhausting hour later, where in Roderich managed to put on his intimates with great difficulty and was now pulling the silk navy dress over them, the caravans stopped, signaling their arrival. Adjusting both the dress and the chemise, Roderich smiled a little at how they hugged his frame, giving the appearance of a bust and hips to his broad shoulders. He didn’t look like an oddly built scrawny man with wide shoulders; he looked like a woman in a fitting dress. Whether he was pretty by female standards was yet to be seen.
“It’s why I’m heading out tonight.” whispers Roderich, standing over his vanity, fluffing out the wig he pulled out of a special box from under his bed. He pulled the chestnut-colored wig over his hair, making sure none of his original strands stuck out as Roderich placed the wig firmly on his head with pins. The woman smiling in the mirror began to pin her hair into a chignon, letting a few stray waves frame her face and neck. Roderich smiled widely, an expression so natural on her face, not his. She did a twirl when Roderich twirled, and Roderich let loose a light laugh. This was going to be an interesting night.
________________________________________
Ah, Prague! Roderich could remember fond memories of the city his Vater had taken him on a trip to as a young boy. The few business deals his father was able to keep were usually foreign ones and so Roderich was dragged across Central and sometimes Western Europe by his Vater. Roderich had a penchant for being lost easily when he was young (okay, he couldn’t find his way out of a haystack today either), but Roderich would always wait by the large medieval clock, named the Orloj Prazhky, and watch the clock attempt to tick. Roderich, a morose child, would find himself being captivated by the clockwork figurine of Death, who should have according to the locals, ringed the bell. Roderich’s curious orchid eyes would wait for hours, hoping that maybe the clock would work the next time, perhaps enough to make the skeletal figure move.
Now it was a woman who headed to the clock. Roderich managed to blend in well with the local populace, appearing to others as a young and wealthy woman out for Midsummer’s Eve, perhaps even mischievously given her escort the slip. His gloved hands held on tightly to his matching parasol as he navigated the streets with a trouble expression on his face, Roderich biting his lip with worry. His pace was awkward as he tried to walk ‘lady-like’, with grace in each step. His posture had been beaten into him (literally) by nuns, and it was hard to assume another posture other than the one he was supposed to be carrying. Roderich spent some time tripping over his feet that day.
That was when the pamphlets caught his eye. They weren’t the same color of purple as his eyes were, much lighter in fact. The pamphlets looked like they had been made with care, someone passionate about his work spending time on them. Curious, Roderich retrieved one from the ground and read it over, his gaze darting from the sheet to the town hall he could see tower above the other buildings. A performance? Roderich’s lips curled as he headed in the clock’s direction faster, intent on watching both the clock and the man claiming to be a ‘Master Illusionist’.
Sulfur greeted Roderich’s delicate nose and the man wrinkled his nose, lightly powered face pouting at the unpleasant smell, unable to be over-powered by the pleasing scent of food around the square. “At least the effects he has are decent, can’t say much for the smell.” Roderich thought to himself as he seized a window of opportunity and managed to find a spot stand in near the front. True, whoever the illusionist was, they were brilliant at showmanship. He stuck a mysterious figure, obscured by the billowing smoke. The man, Roderich could guess he was French with the accent and French words peppered in, and it would explain the glitziness of the act so far, was good at capturing interest. Through the throng of people, all quietly talking, Roderich could hear his voice explaining the clock and talking about ‘fate’ the way a writer would, eloquently phrasing himself. Roderich himself was amazed that the man could boast of making the Orloj work again and shuffled closer, watching his every movement in an attempt to pry the secrets the man was about to show.
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OOC Information
Name: Rina
Contact Information: PM me on chatango please. My username is Klaviermann.
Timezone: EST
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