Post by Danny Dubois on Dec 12, 2012 17:48:36 GMT -5
This application is in no way affiliated with Maggie, the writer of Danny Dubois.
Hey, just wanted to resubmit, i added some details and clarified some things. Hopefully it meets your requirements this second time around. + Also, I know his background is written in first person, just wanted to clarify I understand that I will need to roleplay in third person. Thanks!
About My Character:
Full Name: Kazek Siewicz ( no middle name, ethnicity: polish ) Nickname: Kaze
[Full name Pronounced Cah-zyk Zy-Vitch ]
[Nickname pronounced Caw-Zay ]
Age: (17 years old Nov 14 1994)
Gender: Male
Grade: Junior
Sports/Clubs: None, although mildly athletic
Appearance: (Thick, wild, and out of control dark brown hair. Aside from a cleanly dressed body and outstanding hygiene, his hair protrudes out in different directions. He has dark eyes and light skin. With bags under his eyelids and chapped lips, Kazek often looks tired and distressed. But because he comes from a rather wealthy background he is always dressed in nice clothing and looks clean-cut from the neck down. )
Personality: (Obsessive compulsive. Anxious, stressed, tired and paranoid. His hands must be washed, his clothes must be clean. Always. He changes his clothing close to 6 times a day and needs to wash his hands periodically. He is quite uncomfortable with physical contact and he's often very quiet. He gets an average of 4-5 hours of sleep a night, resulting in the bags under his eyelids. This behavior is a direct result of his experiences within the last 6 years. He is obedient and well-mannered.)
Background: "I grew up with a single mother. She is a very sweet woman, my poor poor mother. She was once beautiful, but time has not been kind to her. Still, she is beautiful to me. You see, because of the money that she had it was difficult for her to find a good husband. She was constantly seeking love, and because of this i was left alone quite often throughout my adolescence. I didn't mind though, she had always been there for me when it counted in the past. And so I was there for her, always, even if she couldn't understand why I had done it.
In a predominately polish neighborhood, I grew up attending a public school. It humbled me in more ways than one and although it may be hard to believe, i did have quite a few good friends. Most were from lower-class struggling families and worked several jobs to keep food on the tables. Although we came from drastically different social classes it somehow did not matter, we were family.
I often brought money and clothes for my friend Anastazy and his family, you see his father worked at the coal mine and farmed. His mother worked in the Deli, as well as fostered the mentally ill children. They were a nice family, with big hearts. they often had nothing to clothe the children with, and so I always brought what I could. In turn, my mother was always given the freshest vegetables from the farm, and best cuts of meat from their Deli.
The families all had a support system, supplying each other with what they could and trading amongst themselves to survive. I remember I could always walk into one's house and feel welcome, like I belonged there. We spent many holidays together switching from house to house. All the mothers visited each other every sunday to knit and talk about their children, my mother was included in this. She quite enjoyed it. This continued for years until we had gotten older, and the cruel nature of the world set in.
Anastazy and his father were blown to bits in a coal accident, the mine gave proper condolences and was shut down. It had not been inspected properly and the company was closed. The money stopped flowing into their household and his mother could not continue the foster business, she slowly lost touch with the world.
My father passed away when I was 12 years old, I remember him, but I never knew him. He was a good man, mother says. He loved me and her very much and worked hard to make sure we had what we do now. He was a business man, any other detail about him I cannot recall.
My mother went into depression for a year after his death and in this time I found that I had grown mature far earlier than any of my peers, and so we slowly grew apart. Death does this kind of thing to you. I suddenly felt responsible for everything, especially to take care of my mother after my father's passing. She had become delusional, thought she had found love again with a new man a year after, but she had not, I knew by the way he smiled.
He always smiled.
That smile that was fake, the smile that was forced. We both pretended, and we did it well. I pretended that I wasn't thinking these awful things. He pretended he was content, pretended he was in love with her. But he was not. He was in love with her money. I knew. He didn't have to explain himself, he couldn't. I didn't give him enough time.
She screamed when she found him.
I will never forget her face when she saw me. Horrified, horrified of me. Her eyes were blank for a long moment and in that short amount of time I could see every fond memory she had of me vanishing. She wanted nothing to do with me, she couldn't understand that I had done it for her. That I was only protecting her. She couldn't stand the sight of me and after four years of the court system and psycho-analysis alongside other boys with severe psychiatric issues, she requested I be sent to a boarding school and no longer wanted to be my legal guardian.
It broke my heart.
About Me:
What should we call you? my name is danny.
How old are you? (i'm 18)
How long have you been role playing/writing? since i was about 9 years old, i've just gotten back into it after about a year or so break.
How did you find us? I was searching around neopets and then I saw a board advertising this site.
Are you planning on bringing anymore characters? Nope.
What time zone are you in? Eastern
How often will you be able to come on? All the time, i don't do anything. Like at all lol.
Is there any other way we can contact you? yep, just ask me personally.
