Post by Aleksander Crius on Oct 6, 2011 18:35:44 GMT -5
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ALEKSANDER CRIUS
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NAME: Aleksander Crius
AGE: 16
STATUS: Master
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
How may we Serve you today?
HISTORY: The Crius family was one of mild privilege; their wealth had declined somewhat from their historic splendor, but their lineage remained strong and their status was undeniably one of affluence. It was their heritage above all that they wished to preserve, as while money came and went status was not so easily regained. As such, Aleksander found himself under a great deal of pressure. Though he emerged from the womb an only child, he was in fact a third-born son. Those who would have been his older siblings died at early ages, at the hands of mishap and illness respectively. He was, it seemed, the last hope for a proper heir.
Not all went as planned however. It was not that Aleksander rebelled, for indeed he took nicely to the lessons and studies and house matters that were crammed down his throat. From the beginning he planned to take up the burden and someday be the head of the household, with all the responsibility that implied. At the same time he found himself drawn to another hobby. The young heir had always been mildly competitive you see, and few elements of his life gave him the proper satisfaction he craved. Slowly but surely he found himself gravitating toward the world of competitive sports. Some way or another, the art of boxing had drawn him in.
Obviously his parents were vary much against this pastime. They had suffered through the deaths of two children already and could not risk the same fate for Alexander, especially not in such a blatantly hazardous activity. Naturally this just led to a great deal of sneaking on his part, though the idea of having to deceive his family always give him some amount of discomfort. He started in the gyms, practicing and getting in shape. He took to exercising in his free time, and his once luxurious diet was toned down to avoid needless calorie consumption. A year later, at the age of 14, he registered himself as an amateur boxer.
By this point he was very public about his actions, and made no attempt to hide his decision from his family. While no less against his choices - a fact they would bring up every day for what seemed like the rest of his life - they did not actively stop him either. That is, until they enrolled him to St. Osprey’s behind his back. This was an obvious attempt to curb his reckless sport, and indeed it would remove him from upcoming events. He chose to go with dignity however. A school such as this could easily prepare him for his life as Crius’s head, and in the meantime he would polish his form and return an unbeatable man.
WEAPONS: None.
POWERS: His boxing gives him a strong arm and some fancy footwork, but that’s not exactly a superpower.
LIKES:
--Staying fit
--Eating Healthy
--A good book
--Self-Discipline
--Tea
--A challenge
DISLIKES:
--Needless vulgarity
--Slackers
--Greasy foods
--Alcohol
--Violence outside the ring
--Impatience
IN the END
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
So this was St. Osprey’s.
Aleksander stood before the great ornate gates, a suitcase in one hand and a bag over the other shoulder. His luggage was not particularly heavy; even a welterweight like him could carry this sort of load, and to be fair he hadn’t brought much. Clothes had been priority, with whatever essentials he would immediately require alongside them. He figured he could get the rest in town, even in this foreign location. He was doing his best to be nonchalant about being schooled overseas, and he even knew the language, but there was still that little bit of tension he couldn’t fully avoid. Just something he would have to bite back for a day or two. With a subtle inhalation to cool his nerves he strode on, passing on to this unfamiliar realm before him.
His thoughts were something of a mixing pot as he traversed further inward. His first was, thankfully, that he didn’t get a great deal of stares from those students who happened to be out and about. He had thought his appearance might make him stand out, but few gave him a second glance. Even one or two individuals appeared to be of European descent like himself. It seemed he was not the only one shipped overseas on a whim. This was somewhat comforting, as he really didn’t enjoy being the center of attention. Soon after came the realization concerning just how improbably lavish this place was. While the Crius’s weren’t exactly billionaires, their estate was still quite posh from generations past. And this school blew it out of the water.
Everything was simply beyond the scope of what Aleksander might have reasonably expected. Just the size alone made him gawk. There had been a picture on the pamphlet, which he had gone ahead and read on the flight, but not until one was at the dead-center of the grounds could he imagine its sheer majesty. His otherwise stoic countenance was broken by his absolute amazement as he looked about, seeking the building that might harbor the administration office.
Perhaps I can enjoy my time here after all... he couldn’t help but muse.
HOW DID YOU FIND US:
Advert, know the admin, the works.
CUSTOM TITLE:
Flow like Heir
PASSWORD:
Oreos
FACE CLAIM:
ALEKSANDER CRIUS
xxNAME: Aleksander Crius
AGE: 16
STATUS: Master
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
How may we Serve you today?
HISTORY: The Crius family was one of mild privilege; their wealth had declined somewhat from their historic splendor, but their lineage remained strong and their status was undeniably one of affluence. It was their heritage above all that they wished to preserve, as while money came and went status was not so easily regained. As such, Aleksander found himself under a great deal of pressure. Though he emerged from the womb an only child, he was in fact a third-born son. Those who would have been his older siblings died at early ages, at the hands of mishap and illness respectively. He was, it seemed, the last hope for a proper heir.
Not all went as planned however. It was not that Aleksander rebelled, for indeed he took nicely to the lessons and studies and house matters that were crammed down his throat. From the beginning he planned to take up the burden and someday be the head of the household, with all the responsibility that implied. At the same time he found himself drawn to another hobby. The young heir had always been mildly competitive you see, and few elements of his life gave him the proper satisfaction he craved. Slowly but surely he found himself gravitating toward the world of competitive sports. Some way or another, the art of boxing had drawn him in.
Obviously his parents were vary much against this pastime. They had suffered through the deaths of two children already and could not risk the same fate for Alexander, especially not in such a blatantly hazardous activity. Naturally this just led to a great deal of sneaking on his part, though the idea of having to deceive his family always give him some amount of discomfort. He started in the gyms, practicing and getting in shape. He took to exercising in his free time, and his once luxurious diet was toned down to avoid needless calorie consumption. A year later, at the age of 14, he registered himself as an amateur boxer.
By this point he was very public about his actions, and made no attempt to hide his decision from his family. While no less against his choices - a fact they would bring up every day for what seemed like the rest of his life - they did not actively stop him either. That is, until they enrolled him to St. Osprey’s behind his back. This was an obvious attempt to curb his reckless sport, and indeed it would remove him from upcoming events. He chose to go with dignity however. A school such as this could easily prepare him for his life as Crius’s head, and in the meantime he would polish his form and return an unbeatable man.
WEAPONS: None.
POWERS: His boxing gives him a strong arm and some fancy footwork, but that’s not exactly a superpower.
LIKES:
--Staying fit
--Eating Healthy
--A good book
--Self-Discipline
--Tea
--A challenge
DISLIKES:
--Needless vulgarity
--Slackers
--Greasy foods
--Alcohol
--Violence outside the ring
--Impatience
IN the END
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
So this was St. Osprey’s.
Aleksander stood before the great ornate gates, a suitcase in one hand and a bag over the other shoulder. His luggage was not particularly heavy; even a welterweight like him could carry this sort of load, and to be fair he hadn’t brought much. Clothes had been priority, with whatever essentials he would immediately require alongside them. He figured he could get the rest in town, even in this foreign location. He was doing his best to be nonchalant about being schooled overseas, and he even knew the language, but there was still that little bit of tension he couldn’t fully avoid. Just something he would have to bite back for a day or two. With a subtle inhalation to cool his nerves he strode on, passing on to this unfamiliar realm before him.
His thoughts were something of a mixing pot as he traversed further inward. His first was, thankfully, that he didn’t get a great deal of stares from those students who happened to be out and about. He had thought his appearance might make him stand out, but few gave him a second glance. Even one or two individuals appeared to be of European descent like himself. It seemed he was not the only one shipped overseas on a whim. This was somewhat comforting, as he really didn’t enjoy being the center of attention. Soon after came the realization concerning just how improbably lavish this place was. While the Crius’s weren’t exactly billionaires, their estate was still quite posh from generations past. And this school blew it out of the water.
Everything was simply beyond the scope of what Aleksander might have reasonably expected. Just the size alone made him gawk. There had been a picture on the pamphlet, which he had gone ahead and read on the flight, but not until one was at the dead-center of the grounds could he imagine its sheer majesty. His otherwise stoic countenance was broken by his absolute amazement as he looked about, seeking the building that might harbor the administration office.
Perhaps I can enjoy my time here after all... he couldn’t help but muse.
HOW DID YOU FIND US:
Advert, know the admin, the works.
CUSTOM TITLE:
Flow like Heir
PASSWORD:
Oreos
FACE CLAIM:
Shun Kakei - Eyeshield 21
