Post by Arthur Beckers on Apr 29, 2007 21:24:23 GMT -5
Student Application
Basics
Full Name: Arthur Damian Beckers
Age: 19
Grade: Senior
Group (look at groups list): Wellington Elite
Personality
General Personality: Arthur has a split personality, which makes him quite a complicated individual to some people. At times Arthur is brave, bold, mellow, funny, shy, nice, upbeat, outgoing, flirty and creative - an all-around normal guy that most people would want to be friends with and be around. But his other personality is somewhat different, somewhat darker. Arthur can be, and has been overconfident, sly, cruel, evil, a little insane, mischievous and proud - more of a bad guy personality. This personality occasionally rears its head around people Arthur does not particularly like, or is known to clash with.
Strengths:
* Flirting
* Chaos
* Drawing
* Writing
* Martial Arts
* Archery
Weakness:
* Beautiful Women
* Darker Side Of His Split Personality
* Alcohol (Recovering Alcoholic)
* Smoking
Likes:
* Being Bad
* His Motorbike
* Hanging Out With Friends
* Occasional Arguments
* Drawing
* Singing
* Smoking
Dislikes:
* Jocks
* Preps
* Rich, Snobby Kids
* People Who Think Themselves Better Than Everyone Else
* Rules
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
* Black hair that goes down to his shoulders; falls in his face a lot. It is always a mess because he's not bothered with making it neat.
* Skin is nicely toned, not too much but just right.
* Pretty toned, but about average like most people should be. Very fit and muscular.
* Eyes are a mix of hazel and green.
* Nice and tall height of 6'0, weighs around 170 lbs. Still very fit and strong, though. Wears mostly dark clothing; especially black and green, which are his favourite colours.
Picture:
History
Birthday: 9th April
Birthplace: Berlin, Germany
Family Members:
Father - Chancellor Peterson Beckers
Mother - Lady Birgit Beckers
Younger Brother - Duncan Beckers (16 Years Old)
History (detail, detail): Arthur Damian Beckers was born on a very wet, very cold spring evening in Berlin, Germany. The firstborn of German Chancellor Beckers and Lady Beckers, Arthur had absolutely everything from the moment that he opened his dark brown eyes. His parents doted on him and gave him whatever he want, never saying no to him. Arthur grew up in the absolute lap of luxury, his playmates the children of ambassadors and prime ministers, even the children of country's rulers played with him. Even after his younger brother was born, Arthur was still the first child and thus was the one that received everything before his brother, although while their father doted on Arthur, their mother doted on Duncan; so there was a contented medium eventually.
Growing up, Arthur was instantly labelled by his mother's friends as a 'heart-breaker'; his good looks and charm was already evident at an early age. Not that Arthur was really bothered, he had absolutely no interest in girls whatsoever. Any girls that he met, Arthur just ignored them and went back to doing something that he deemed more interesting. When he was 10, his parents took a trip to England and brought him and his brother along. They visited several families of the English nobility, including the Worthington family that resided in the rich area of London. While there, Arthur briefly met the Worthingtons' daughter, Annabelle. Unlike with other girls, Arthur strangely made an effort to get to know her before chucking her out like he had done with every other girl that he had met. He deemed her alright and they became friends.
Moving into his teenage years, Arthur became disullusioned with his lifestyle; having had everything that he ever wanted from the moment he was born, Arthur became irritated with his mother's continuous bantering and started to refuse things that they wanted to do for him, preferring to do it himself. He stopped asking them for things and attempted to earn them by other means, ways that meant he would have to work for them in order to obtain them. Strangely, his attitude that he had carried around for his entire life changed and he became what his parents' friends would call a less-refined son, someone that did not carry himself well enough. Arthur instantly laughed from the moment that he heard those words, by accident. He was of the opinion that if being refined and well-carried meant that he had to be a spolit brat, there was no f**king way that he was interested in having anything to do with it.
From then on, Arthur had what some people would call a rebelling phase. Being stifled all his life by his now over-bearing parents, who wanted him to follow in their footsteps and become a person in politics, Arthur refused to do everything that his parents wanted. Moving away from their constant, dreary day-to-day existence, Arthur branched out and explored new things. Some of the things totally repulsed his parents; like letting his hair grow out longer than his ears, like getting himself a motorbike to ride instead of riding in the family car, like wearing what his parents called common clothes instead of what they wore. Then came the time when his parents decided that, in the hopes that somehow they would curb this 'horrific stage' as they liked to call it, they would send him to the best high school in the civilized world. Arthur had never really been bothered by the idea, it actually meant that he would be away from his parents and would have more freedom to do what he was interested in doing.
So Arthur was sent to Wellington Academy. He instantly labelled it a weird place but said nothing more about it. The rules were slightly irritating now and then, but Arthur generally stuck to them and only occasionally had his moments of excitement. Though it wouldn't have mattered that much, since most of the high-bred children stayed in the school cause of their parents paying the school immense amounts of money to not expell them. Upon arrival there, Arthur re-met the daughter of the Worthington family, although she looked a little different. They became fast friends after meeting again. As both made their mark on the school, Arthur ended up being a member of what was known as the Wellington Elite; his natural charm and, apparently, good looks had made him 'popular' enough to be part of that group. Not really caring too much, Arthur became one of the Wellington Elite, though he would easily be one of the quieter members.
Apparently, though, Arthur's parents have been slightly busy in his absence, while he has been at school. They seemed to take Arthur's close friendship with Annabelle Worthington as something much more. True, the two had flirted and even hooked up for one night, but aside from that, there was nothing truly visible. But Arthur's parents were still talking quite a lot, and Arthur instantly became suspicious. Then at the end of his Junior Year, a student, and a 'popular' one at that, was shot at a party for apparently no reason by an unknown attacker. Arthur knew of the person, having met him once, but nothing more than that; the shooting was still a slight shock as most people thought the school was completely safe. Well, its now Senior Year, and with the identity of the killer still unknown, life will certainly be very interesting in the time ahead.
RP Example:
{from another site}
What a way to spend a Friday evening... chilling out at Gotham. People moved around the dance floor like they were possessed, the smell of sweat, smoke and alcohol was heavy in the air. The music pounded loudly in Arthur's ears, resonating through every part of his body. Lights of every colour flashed before his eyes, blinding him when he glanced in certain directions. The club was at its busiest, and only the area next to the air-conditioner at the bar was not full; therefore that was where Arthur had placed himself, letting the ice-cold air blow over his body.
Arthur lifted his glass and took another gulp; a cold drink of Diet Coke. He ran his fingers through his short black hair, letting a small sigh pass his lips. His hazel-green eyes glanced down the bar at the other people, most of whom were already well-passed drunk. Arthur smirked slightly; he was safe in his corner by the air-conditioner. Dressed in all-black; long-sleeved button-up shirt, jeans and leather jacket, Arthur blended in quite nicely with the shadows around the club, making many people overlook him completely. A couple girls had walked by him, giving him significant looks and lusty glances but Arthur had ignored them. Most of them were just looking for a f**k, anyway. And Arthur wasn't interested in those types.
He slouched over the bar, his elbows resting on the polished stone surface. The music changed, a fast-beat dance song came on and Arthur shrugged inwardly. He wasn't planning on dancing anyways, so the music really made no difference to him at that time. He glanced around the room again, his hazel-green eyes roaming over the small groups of people; he rolled his eyes at the occasional couple making out. Yeah, a normal Friday evening...
Code Word: Perfection
Basics
Full Name: Arthur Damian Beckers
Age: 19
Grade: Senior
Group (look at groups list): Wellington Elite
Personality
General Personality: Arthur has a split personality, which makes him quite a complicated individual to some people. At times Arthur is brave, bold, mellow, funny, shy, nice, upbeat, outgoing, flirty and creative - an all-around normal guy that most people would want to be friends with and be around. But his other personality is somewhat different, somewhat darker. Arthur can be, and has been overconfident, sly, cruel, evil, a little insane, mischievous and proud - more of a bad guy personality. This personality occasionally rears its head around people Arthur does not particularly like, or is known to clash with.
Strengths:
* Flirting
* Chaos
* Drawing
* Writing
* Martial Arts
* Archery
Weakness:
* Beautiful Women
* Darker Side Of His Split Personality
* Alcohol (Recovering Alcoholic)
* Smoking
Likes:
* Being Bad
* His Motorbike
* Hanging Out With Friends
* Occasional Arguments
* Drawing
* Singing
* Smoking
Dislikes:
* Jocks
* Preps
* Rich, Snobby Kids
* People Who Think Themselves Better Than Everyone Else
* Rules
Appearance
Physical Appearance:
* Black hair that goes down to his shoulders; falls in his face a lot. It is always a mess because he's not bothered with making it neat.
* Skin is nicely toned, not too much but just right.
* Pretty toned, but about average like most people should be. Very fit and muscular.
* Eyes are a mix of hazel and green.
* Nice and tall height of 6'0, weighs around 170 lbs. Still very fit and strong, though. Wears mostly dark clothing; especially black and green, which are his favourite colours.
Picture:
History
Birthday: 9th April
Birthplace: Berlin, Germany
Family Members:
Father - Chancellor Peterson Beckers
Mother - Lady Birgit Beckers
Younger Brother - Duncan Beckers (16 Years Old)
History (detail, detail): Arthur Damian Beckers was born on a very wet, very cold spring evening in Berlin, Germany. The firstborn of German Chancellor Beckers and Lady Beckers, Arthur had absolutely everything from the moment that he opened his dark brown eyes. His parents doted on him and gave him whatever he want, never saying no to him. Arthur grew up in the absolute lap of luxury, his playmates the children of ambassadors and prime ministers, even the children of country's rulers played with him. Even after his younger brother was born, Arthur was still the first child and thus was the one that received everything before his brother, although while their father doted on Arthur, their mother doted on Duncan; so there was a contented medium eventually.
Growing up, Arthur was instantly labelled by his mother's friends as a 'heart-breaker'; his good looks and charm was already evident at an early age. Not that Arthur was really bothered, he had absolutely no interest in girls whatsoever. Any girls that he met, Arthur just ignored them and went back to doing something that he deemed more interesting. When he was 10, his parents took a trip to England and brought him and his brother along. They visited several families of the English nobility, including the Worthington family that resided in the rich area of London. While there, Arthur briefly met the Worthingtons' daughter, Annabelle. Unlike with other girls, Arthur strangely made an effort to get to know her before chucking her out like he had done with every other girl that he had met. He deemed her alright and they became friends.
Moving into his teenage years, Arthur became disullusioned with his lifestyle; having had everything that he ever wanted from the moment he was born, Arthur became irritated with his mother's continuous bantering and started to refuse things that they wanted to do for him, preferring to do it himself. He stopped asking them for things and attempted to earn them by other means, ways that meant he would have to work for them in order to obtain them. Strangely, his attitude that he had carried around for his entire life changed and he became what his parents' friends would call a less-refined son, someone that did not carry himself well enough. Arthur instantly laughed from the moment that he heard those words, by accident. He was of the opinion that if being refined and well-carried meant that he had to be a spolit brat, there was no f**king way that he was interested in having anything to do with it.
From then on, Arthur had what some people would call a rebelling phase. Being stifled all his life by his now over-bearing parents, who wanted him to follow in their footsteps and become a person in politics, Arthur refused to do everything that his parents wanted. Moving away from their constant, dreary day-to-day existence, Arthur branched out and explored new things. Some of the things totally repulsed his parents; like letting his hair grow out longer than his ears, like getting himself a motorbike to ride instead of riding in the family car, like wearing what his parents called common clothes instead of what they wore. Then came the time when his parents decided that, in the hopes that somehow they would curb this 'horrific stage' as they liked to call it, they would send him to the best high school in the civilized world. Arthur had never really been bothered by the idea, it actually meant that he would be away from his parents and would have more freedom to do what he was interested in doing.
So Arthur was sent to Wellington Academy. He instantly labelled it a weird place but said nothing more about it. The rules were slightly irritating now and then, but Arthur generally stuck to them and only occasionally had his moments of excitement. Though it wouldn't have mattered that much, since most of the high-bred children stayed in the school cause of their parents paying the school immense amounts of money to not expell them. Upon arrival there, Arthur re-met the daughter of the Worthington family, although she looked a little different. They became fast friends after meeting again. As both made their mark on the school, Arthur ended up being a member of what was known as the Wellington Elite; his natural charm and, apparently, good looks had made him 'popular' enough to be part of that group. Not really caring too much, Arthur became one of the Wellington Elite, though he would easily be one of the quieter members.
Apparently, though, Arthur's parents have been slightly busy in his absence, while he has been at school. They seemed to take Arthur's close friendship with Annabelle Worthington as something much more. True, the two had flirted and even hooked up for one night, but aside from that, there was nothing truly visible. But Arthur's parents were still talking quite a lot, and Arthur instantly became suspicious. Then at the end of his Junior Year, a student, and a 'popular' one at that, was shot at a party for apparently no reason by an unknown attacker. Arthur knew of the person, having met him once, but nothing more than that; the shooting was still a slight shock as most people thought the school was completely safe. Well, its now Senior Year, and with the identity of the killer still unknown, life will certainly be very interesting in the time ahead.
RP Example:
{from another site}
What a way to spend a Friday evening... chilling out at Gotham. People moved around the dance floor like they were possessed, the smell of sweat, smoke and alcohol was heavy in the air. The music pounded loudly in Arthur's ears, resonating through every part of his body. Lights of every colour flashed before his eyes, blinding him when he glanced in certain directions. The club was at its busiest, and only the area next to the air-conditioner at the bar was not full; therefore that was where Arthur had placed himself, letting the ice-cold air blow over his body.
Arthur lifted his glass and took another gulp; a cold drink of Diet Coke. He ran his fingers through his short black hair, letting a small sigh pass his lips. His hazel-green eyes glanced down the bar at the other people, most of whom were already well-passed drunk. Arthur smirked slightly; he was safe in his corner by the air-conditioner. Dressed in all-black; long-sleeved button-up shirt, jeans and leather jacket, Arthur blended in quite nicely with the shadows around the club, making many people overlook him completely. A couple girls had walked by him, giving him significant looks and lusty glances but Arthur had ignored them. Most of them were just looking for a f**k, anyway. And Arthur wasn't interested in those types.
He slouched over the bar, his elbows resting on the polished stone surface. The music changed, a fast-beat dance song came on and Arthur shrugged inwardly. He wasn't planning on dancing anyways, so the music really made no difference to him at that time. He glanced around the room again, his hazel-green eyes roaming over the small groups of people; he rolled his eyes at the occasional couple making out. Yeah, a normal Friday evening...
Code Word: Perfection
