I don't do sadness. Not even a little bit.
Mar 27, 2013 21:19:29 GMT -5
Post by Moritz Stiefel on Mar 27, 2013 21:19:29 GMT -5
Full Name: Moritz Stiefel
Fandom: POTO, original, other (specify)? Spring Awakening (the musical)
Age: 19
Height: Six feet.
Weight: Not sure. He may have lost a few pounds from that gun to the face, but he's also a few years older than when he last woke up.
Build: Skinny teenage boy.
Hair: Brown, curly and everywhere. But unfortunately, not long enough to cover the recently-healed gunshot scar.
Eyes: Brown.
Nationality: German.
Job: Student. Former student. ...About three years ago? So probably unemployed now.
Personality: Long story short, a little bit of a wreck. Intense, awkward, loyal, and a bit snarky whenever he's not constantly afraid of things. And waking up in a strange place, considerably older than he was, after very emphatically shooting himself? NOT HELPING AT ALL.
Life Story (as much as you want us to know): Moritz Stiefel was born in a German town in the late 1800s, and everything was going fine until puberty hit. And oh boy, did it hit.
He started having crazy dreams about girl's legs, the dreams tended to end with weird stuff on his clothes, he kept getting really bad urges to stare whenever he passed by the girls on the street or in church, and poor Moritz had no idea what to do about anything until his best friend Melchior Gabor wrote him an essay about it. Which actually made the dreams about ten times worse, but as long as he tried to talk to Melchior, it was fine.
Somewhere along the line, his other best friend Ilse Neumann disappeared. Nobody really knew why--something about her father, and maybe Ilse was lying about something? Which was weird, because Ilse didn't usually lie about things... at least when they were kids.
But then he failed his exams and got kicked out. He asked Melchior's mother for money to get to America, but seeing as she sent him a letter with platitudes about "lots of people fail school and get a few bruises from Dad and get kicked out," she didn't really think it was necessary.
Being fifteen at the time, his natural response was to find a gun and head out to the woods to shoot himself.
Ilse appeared out of the blue, they reminisced about things, and then Moritz kind of blew it by constantly telling her that no, he did not want to walk her home. Even if he kind of did. But when you're depressed enough to shoot yourself, obvious things aren't obvious until two seconds after she leaves and you realize just how much you fucked up.
That pushed him about fifty yards over the edge into shooting himself--but at some point, Moritz woke up somewhere in America with a mostly-healed head wound, no money, and apparently no memory of the past three or four years. His school uniform is WAY too short in the legs and sleeves, he's pretty sure the gunshot wound wouldn't have healed overnight, and it's strange to look in mirrors now.
Weirdest way to America EVER.
Fandom: POTO, original, other (specify)? Spring Awakening (the musical)
Age: 19
Height: Six feet.
Weight: Not sure. He may have lost a few pounds from that gun to the face, but he's also a few years older than when he last woke up.
Build: Skinny teenage boy.
Hair: Brown, curly and everywhere. But unfortunately, not long enough to cover the recently-healed gunshot scar.
Eyes: Brown.
Nationality: German.
Job: Student. Former student. ...About three years ago? So probably unemployed now.
Personality: Long story short, a little bit of a wreck. Intense, awkward, loyal, and a bit snarky whenever he's not constantly afraid of things. And waking up in a strange place, considerably older than he was, after very emphatically shooting himself? NOT HELPING AT ALL.
Life Story (as much as you want us to know): Moritz Stiefel was born in a German town in the late 1800s, and everything was going fine until puberty hit. And oh boy, did it hit.
He started having crazy dreams about girl's legs, the dreams tended to end with weird stuff on his clothes, he kept getting really bad urges to stare whenever he passed by the girls on the street or in church, and poor Moritz had no idea what to do about anything until his best friend Melchior Gabor wrote him an essay about it. Which actually made the dreams about ten times worse, but as long as he tried to talk to Melchior, it was fine.
Somewhere along the line, his other best friend Ilse Neumann disappeared. Nobody really knew why--something about her father, and maybe Ilse was lying about something? Which was weird, because Ilse didn't usually lie about things... at least when they were kids.
But then he failed his exams and got kicked out. He asked Melchior's mother for money to get to America, but seeing as she sent him a letter with platitudes about "lots of people fail school and get a few bruises from Dad and get kicked out," she didn't really think it was necessary.
Being fifteen at the time, his natural response was to find a gun and head out to the woods to shoot himself.
Ilse appeared out of the blue, they reminisced about things, and then Moritz kind of blew it by constantly telling her that no, he did not want to walk her home. Even if he kind of did. But when you're depressed enough to shoot yourself, obvious things aren't obvious until two seconds after she leaves and you realize just how much you fucked up.
That pushed him about fifty yards over the edge into shooting himself--but at some point, Moritz woke up somewhere in America with a mostly-healed head wound, no money, and apparently no memory of the past three or four years. His school uniform is WAY too short in the legs and sleeves, he's pretty sure the gunshot wound wouldn't have healed overnight, and it's strange to look in mirrors now.
Weirdest way to America EVER.