Post by Seth Hoffman on Jul 12, 2007 19:55:49 GMT -5
Ehm. I would add more but I can't think at the moment.
Behind The Mask
Name: Micah or Kist. Or "hookerface". cough. The canon is coming, by the way.
Age: 17
Experience: On and off for about three years, though most of my experience is garnered towards gothic/supernatural sites.
In The Mirror
Name: Seth Amadeus Hoffman
Age: 16
Grade: Senior
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Physical Description:
Seth is only 5”6, at about 122 lbs. His mother is Japanese; his father is Dutch, and he takes more after his mother in height. He’s not a buff, athletic kind of guy; he’s slim with narrow shoulders. His face is angular, smooth, and you can see the Asian bone structure is prevalent. Despite being very pale from his Germanic heritage, he has dark brown eyes and black hair - naturally, anyway. Seth has been known to dye his hair brown, and to streak it in gold, red, or blue. Layered and messy, it brushes his shoulders most days, and usually covers his forehead. He’s lately dyed it brown with orange highlights; he has to straighten it, but that’s the only cosmetic thing he does. No makeup, eyeliner, tattoos, or piercings, actually. Jewelry wise, sometimes he wears a marble ball on a silver chain, or a gold crucifix, black leather bracelets, and big rings on his fingers. He has a pair of red framed reading glasses. Lame, right?
His sense of “fashion” is nonexistent. Collared striped t-shirts, jeans, sometimes plain white dress shirts without the tie. Sometimes even plaid shirts. Black, blue, white jackets, or V neck sweaters. He owns a few black shirts with designs of skulls or Tokyo streetlights. He usually wears tennis shoes or black lace up boots, and if you don’t recognize him by his clothes, you could notice him by the books. He always has an armful of chemistry and calculus books, though sometimes his guitar case takes the place of his backpack.
Physical Flaws:
A vertical scar down the front of his throat, about four inches long. Its nearly faded now. The incision was made by a scalpel when the doctor had to cut open his trachea to insert a tube so that he could breathe. An asthma attack had closed up his air passages, and someone had stolen his inhaler as a joke. The attack nearly killed him. He was 11.
Most people wouldn't consider it a flaw, but Seth has freckles and he hates them.
He also has a scar above his left elbow, where he accidentally leaned against a hot stove when he was younger.
Celebrity: Eiji Wentz. (Not at all related to Pete, lol)
Celebrity picture:
Deep Inside
Personality:
Seth is very smart, but that’s not always a blessing. He’s determined and persistent when it comes to his work - he’s a perfectionist, and expects a lot of himself. You could say he’s self-willed; he doesn’t party, he doesn’t drink himself into oblivion - peer pressure is nothing compared to the kind of pressure he puts on himself to do well. Not to mention, are you aware of the chemical imbalances chronic alcoholism causes in your body? He doesn’t want cirrhosis. And don’t even get him started on the damage to the lining of the esophagus and nasal passages because of inhalation of illegal substances. The possibility of brain damage alone is enough to dissuade him from doing anything stupid.
The way Seth sees it - he’s never going to be an athlete, never going to be popular, never going to be an actor, all he has is his reputation as a smart guy. He doesn’t want to screw that up. It’s his identity. What few people know is that Seth doesn’t want to be a biochemist, or a college professor. He wants to be a musician, but his family would never go for that, and it would be a waste of his education. So he keeps that to himself. He struggles with his parents’ separation, and he does blame himself sometimes. If he had stood up for himself, if he had avoided getting sent to the nurse so many times, maybe they wouldn’t have been so stressed. Maybe they wouldn’t have fought as much, wouldn’t have separated.
Despite all this, Seth can be fun, if you manage to yank him away from the books once in awhile. He loves music, and anything to do with it - its one of the things that has been constant in his life. He has a wry, sarcastic sense of humor, and he’s perceptive about people - which can be entertaining. He’s bluntly honest, but not intentionally a jackass. He enjoys working with people, tutoring them - though cheating is definitely something he hates - and he just wishes they had a passion for science like he does. He enjoys it, and sometimes gets enthusiastic about solving problems or getting the chemical composition just right. Its lame, but it makes him happy.
The fact that those same kids who beg for his notes for an exam also ream him out behind his back doesn’t bother him as much anymore. Around his friends, Seth loosens up a lot, and his apathetic, sometimes arrogant smart guy exterior kind of fades, showing who he really is. Just another student, a little self conscious, who’s trying to get through high school like everyone else. He doesn’t like to talk about where he came from, or his grades. If he finds someone with whom he has things in common, he’ll avoid talking about that stuff - people get jealous, or they can’t really relate. Sometimes he feels like in order to succeed, you have to put others down and he hates it. He hates attention getting called to him in class for doing really well (or for ruining the curve on the exam), the constant competition (despite being a Mathlete), and the cutthroat academic lifestyle.
Thanks to the baby boomers, its harder than ever to get into a good college, and sometimes he wishes he didn’t have to constantly stress and obsess over it. Seth lived in Europe, and sometimes Japan. And traveled a lot, so he has cultural experiences that are impossible to replicate. The last thing he wants to do is ruin a friendship by someone getting the idea that he’s bragging. But if you ever get him on a subject of his home - despite the trouble he had with other kids, he loved it. The history, the people, the languages and the cultures. He believes he’s very lucky, and he’d like to go back.
Seth endured a lot of taunting and bullying throughout his childhood. For being scrawny, short, for being asthmatic, for being smart - which some of the kids resented. For some time, he did his best to please everyone, but after his asthma attack - the one in which they thought it’d be funny if they hid his inhaler. Like they thought it was funny to trash his gym shoes, steal his homework, graffiti his locker - he almost died, and that was a wakeup call. Lying there on the table, gasping and getting no air, seeing everything get fuzzy and knowing he was going to die…when Seth recovered, everything changed. He didn’t give a damn anymore about whether or not people liked him; he wasn’t going to try so hard to impress them, and he wasn’t going to “dumb himself down” to seem more normal.
While he’s never been popular, this new self confidence did help. Instead of being a target for teasing, most people left him alone, or ignored him completely - unless, of course, it was exam time, and then suddenly he was the most sought after guy in school. This makes Seth a little cynical about the other kids, the popular ones in particular. They rely so much on their looks and their money, but where does that get you? Everyone grows old, everyone dies, nobody gives a damn if you’re homecoming queen in the real world. But intelligence? People respect that. A 4.2 GPA is much more impressive than being a quarterback. Being fluent in four languages? Being able to diagnose half a dozen immune diseases? More useful than waving around pom-poms as a cheerleader.
Does he think he’s better than them? Yeah. But even he’ll admit that sometimes its nice to get the attention, even though he knows its only for the grades.
History:
His parents’ forethought in giving him the middle name Amadeus after the musical prodigy was, well, genius. Seth isn’t a prodigy, but he is brilliant. He was born in Rotterdam - the second largest urban area in the Netherlands (behind Amsterdam), and most of his childhood was spent between Tokyo and Rotterdam, balancing the cultural and family differences. His parents were in love, though there was some tension in his mother’s side, as her parents didn’t really approve of the blond hair, blue eyed husband. For the most part though, his parents shielded him from the discomfort, and Seth had a very fortunate childhood. He was raised bilingual, Japanese and Dutch, and the school he attended in Rotterdam taught English which was easy for the kid to grasp.
His parents noticed early on that their son had a knack for music - the piano and violin foremost. He was given lessons from the time he was five-six, and his teachers agreed that his skill was remarkable. He was often placed in competitions, youth orchestras, etc. He took up the saxophone for a jazz ensemble at age 8 (a distinctly American style to learn), and the oboe as well at 11. Seth, however, always admired musicians with huge followings - not just in a concert hall. He wanted to learn the guitar (he did, once settled in Canada. His mother bought him a guitar for his fourteenth birthday).
Music wasn’t the only thing Seth was gifted at. He was very smart, and the correlation between his musical talents - he even went so far as to compose his own works for piano - and school was staggering, particularly in the sciences. He could rattle off exceptions to the chemical octet rule when the rest of the students were having trouble remembering the periodic symbol for “Lead” (Pb). He picked up languages quick, adding French and German to his growing international vocabulary.
When Seth was 12 years old, his family moved to the States for business reasons - his father worked with the UN, and they were moved to headquarters in New York. It was one of his American teachers who broached the subject of Seth’s intellect - and suggested he skip a couple grades. He did so, finding himself in 8th grade instead of 6th. Unfortunately, he only stayed in New York about six months. School problems, involving bullying, and the stress of the mounting threat of terrorism and paranoia - particularly after the 9/11 attacks - not to mention the huge culture shock, put a strain on the family and the marriage.
His parents separated - though they haven’t divorced, and while his father is in New York, he and his mother relocated to Canada. She preferred the quiet; tired of big cities, she wanted nothing more than space, calm, relaxation. He went into the ninth grade at Abbington Heights, and has been there since. He visits his dad two weekends a month. With the recent murders, his father is pressuring him to move back to New York. Its safer. Seth hopes the culprit is caught before that happens; he's sick of moving.
Likes:
- music, of any genre.
- orchestra & guitar
- mathletes. Yeah!
- sunglasses
- competition
- DMC, CS, FF - video games
- his heritage
- internet design
- the thought of being onstage
- chemistry and anatomy
- X Men
- big cities
- other musicians
- working out problems
- books
Dislikes:
- having an inhaler
- being one of the youngest seniors
- bullies
- school social functions
- his parents' expectations/separation
- sports
- talking about himself
- gossip
- being wrong
- ignorance
- history (he's good at it, he just finds it boring as hell)
- jocks
- prissy girls
Character flaws:
- Seth is too judgmental about the populars, jocks. etc. He doesn't trust most peoples' intentions outside his group. He's pretty sure they're just talking to him because of his GPA. He doesn't really want to get his hopes up for anything else.
- Perfectionist. Too critical of himself, when it comes to schoolwork. If you're unlucky enough to be partnered with him, he can be too critical on you too. You have to tell him to consciously shut the hell up, that he's asking too much, or else he won't be satisfied.
Other
Clique: Smart Ones
Clubs: Music Club, Mathletes
Other: -Edited by Aiden who loves Micah- lol.
Sample
Roleplaying sample:
The scents in the club were staggeringly strong, and it was almost impossible to decipher them all amongst the strangers. Mmm there was liquor, perfume, sweat, saliva - the music pulsed like the heartbeat of the city beneath the rumble of eager visitors - mostly women, some men. He had seen how they flocked, groped, bit on occasion those popular performers who weren't wise enough to detach themselves from the audience. Mostly human. But not everyone was human. Fortunately. Nick ran his fingers through his hair, catching streaks of black and navy blue strands against his nails. He tilted his head when he caught the scent - not human, not shapeshifter, not vampire. Witch. She couldn't just be here for the show, correct? Witches could be dangerous. Some were harmless, others weren't. Hmmm...
The shapeshifter stood up smoothly and his eyes sought her out like a predator to prey - there. At the bar. She was currently locking eyes with some guy, which gave him time to really get a look at her. She was short, but petite. And the dress clung to all the right curves. Her legs were enough to drive a man mad, and the face was beautiful. Not to mention she practically seethed with power. Interesting. That would make her doubly attractive - strong women, sexy women, put them together. Who can resist that?
When Nick prowled towards her, he didn’t walk, he sauntered. Each gesture, each movement, however small, was unearthly - smooth and calculated. Even now, off stage, hips and shoulders in tandem revealed the dancer’s calling. Black snakeskin pants gleamed, so tight they could have been poured on, and as he neared the witch, he flashed a broad, breathtaking smile. The fangs were almost unnoticeable. The closer he became the more clear her scent was. Had she been here before? It wasn't quite familiar, but something this strong...he couldn’t be the only one to know she was here.
“It’s not nice to tease, querida,” Nicholas said in greeting. The stripper blinked slowly, observantly, and smiled again. “May I help you?”
Behind The Mask
Name: Micah or Kist. Or "hookerface". cough. The canon is coming, by the way.
Age: 17
Experience: On and off for about three years, though most of my experience is garnered towards gothic/supernatural sites.
In The Mirror
Name: Seth Amadeus Hoffman
Age: 16
Grade: Senior
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Physical Description:
Seth is only 5”6, at about 122 lbs. His mother is Japanese; his father is Dutch, and he takes more after his mother in height. He’s not a buff, athletic kind of guy; he’s slim with narrow shoulders. His face is angular, smooth, and you can see the Asian bone structure is prevalent. Despite being very pale from his Germanic heritage, he has dark brown eyes and black hair - naturally, anyway. Seth has been known to dye his hair brown, and to streak it in gold, red, or blue. Layered and messy, it brushes his shoulders most days, and usually covers his forehead. He’s lately dyed it brown with orange highlights; he has to straighten it, but that’s the only cosmetic thing he does. No makeup, eyeliner, tattoos, or piercings, actually. Jewelry wise, sometimes he wears a marble ball on a silver chain, or a gold crucifix, black leather bracelets, and big rings on his fingers. He has a pair of red framed reading glasses. Lame, right?
His sense of “fashion” is nonexistent. Collared striped t-shirts, jeans, sometimes plain white dress shirts without the tie. Sometimes even plaid shirts. Black, blue, white jackets, or V neck sweaters. He owns a few black shirts with designs of skulls or Tokyo streetlights. He usually wears tennis shoes or black lace up boots, and if you don’t recognize him by his clothes, you could notice him by the books. He always has an armful of chemistry and calculus books, though sometimes his guitar case takes the place of his backpack.
Physical Flaws:
A vertical scar down the front of his throat, about four inches long. Its nearly faded now. The incision was made by a scalpel when the doctor had to cut open his trachea to insert a tube so that he could breathe. An asthma attack had closed up his air passages, and someone had stolen his inhaler as a joke. The attack nearly killed him. He was 11.
Most people wouldn't consider it a flaw, but Seth has freckles and he hates them.
He also has a scar above his left elbow, where he accidentally leaned against a hot stove when he was younger.
Celebrity: Eiji Wentz. (Not at all related to Pete, lol)
Celebrity picture:
Deep Inside
Personality:
Seth is very smart, but that’s not always a blessing. He’s determined and persistent when it comes to his work - he’s a perfectionist, and expects a lot of himself. You could say he’s self-willed; he doesn’t party, he doesn’t drink himself into oblivion - peer pressure is nothing compared to the kind of pressure he puts on himself to do well. Not to mention, are you aware of the chemical imbalances chronic alcoholism causes in your body? He doesn’t want cirrhosis. And don’t even get him started on the damage to the lining of the esophagus and nasal passages because of inhalation of illegal substances. The possibility of brain damage alone is enough to dissuade him from doing anything stupid.
The way Seth sees it - he’s never going to be an athlete, never going to be popular, never going to be an actor, all he has is his reputation as a smart guy. He doesn’t want to screw that up. It’s his identity. What few people know is that Seth doesn’t want to be a biochemist, or a college professor. He wants to be a musician, but his family would never go for that, and it would be a waste of his education. So he keeps that to himself. He struggles with his parents’ separation, and he does blame himself sometimes. If he had stood up for himself, if he had avoided getting sent to the nurse so many times, maybe they wouldn’t have been so stressed. Maybe they wouldn’t have fought as much, wouldn’t have separated.
Despite all this, Seth can be fun, if you manage to yank him away from the books once in awhile. He loves music, and anything to do with it - its one of the things that has been constant in his life. He has a wry, sarcastic sense of humor, and he’s perceptive about people - which can be entertaining. He’s bluntly honest, but not intentionally a jackass. He enjoys working with people, tutoring them - though cheating is definitely something he hates - and he just wishes they had a passion for science like he does. He enjoys it, and sometimes gets enthusiastic about solving problems or getting the chemical composition just right. Its lame, but it makes him happy.
The fact that those same kids who beg for his notes for an exam also ream him out behind his back doesn’t bother him as much anymore. Around his friends, Seth loosens up a lot, and his apathetic, sometimes arrogant smart guy exterior kind of fades, showing who he really is. Just another student, a little self conscious, who’s trying to get through high school like everyone else. He doesn’t like to talk about where he came from, or his grades. If he finds someone with whom he has things in common, he’ll avoid talking about that stuff - people get jealous, or they can’t really relate. Sometimes he feels like in order to succeed, you have to put others down and he hates it. He hates attention getting called to him in class for doing really well (or for ruining the curve on the exam), the constant competition (despite being a Mathlete), and the cutthroat academic lifestyle.
Thanks to the baby boomers, its harder than ever to get into a good college, and sometimes he wishes he didn’t have to constantly stress and obsess over it. Seth lived in Europe, and sometimes Japan. And traveled a lot, so he has cultural experiences that are impossible to replicate. The last thing he wants to do is ruin a friendship by someone getting the idea that he’s bragging. But if you ever get him on a subject of his home - despite the trouble he had with other kids, he loved it. The history, the people, the languages and the cultures. He believes he’s very lucky, and he’d like to go back.
Seth endured a lot of taunting and bullying throughout his childhood. For being scrawny, short, for being asthmatic, for being smart - which some of the kids resented. For some time, he did his best to please everyone, but after his asthma attack - the one in which they thought it’d be funny if they hid his inhaler. Like they thought it was funny to trash his gym shoes, steal his homework, graffiti his locker - he almost died, and that was a wakeup call. Lying there on the table, gasping and getting no air, seeing everything get fuzzy and knowing he was going to die…when Seth recovered, everything changed. He didn’t give a damn anymore about whether or not people liked him; he wasn’t going to try so hard to impress them, and he wasn’t going to “dumb himself down” to seem more normal.
While he’s never been popular, this new self confidence did help. Instead of being a target for teasing, most people left him alone, or ignored him completely - unless, of course, it was exam time, and then suddenly he was the most sought after guy in school. This makes Seth a little cynical about the other kids, the popular ones in particular. They rely so much on their looks and their money, but where does that get you? Everyone grows old, everyone dies, nobody gives a damn if you’re homecoming queen in the real world. But intelligence? People respect that. A 4.2 GPA is much more impressive than being a quarterback. Being fluent in four languages? Being able to diagnose half a dozen immune diseases? More useful than waving around pom-poms as a cheerleader.
Does he think he’s better than them? Yeah. But even he’ll admit that sometimes its nice to get the attention, even though he knows its only for the grades.
History:
His parents’ forethought in giving him the middle name Amadeus after the musical prodigy was, well, genius. Seth isn’t a prodigy, but he is brilliant. He was born in Rotterdam - the second largest urban area in the Netherlands (behind Amsterdam), and most of his childhood was spent between Tokyo and Rotterdam, balancing the cultural and family differences. His parents were in love, though there was some tension in his mother’s side, as her parents didn’t really approve of the blond hair, blue eyed husband. For the most part though, his parents shielded him from the discomfort, and Seth had a very fortunate childhood. He was raised bilingual, Japanese and Dutch, and the school he attended in Rotterdam taught English which was easy for the kid to grasp.
His parents noticed early on that their son had a knack for music - the piano and violin foremost. He was given lessons from the time he was five-six, and his teachers agreed that his skill was remarkable. He was often placed in competitions, youth orchestras, etc. He took up the saxophone for a jazz ensemble at age 8 (a distinctly American style to learn), and the oboe as well at 11. Seth, however, always admired musicians with huge followings - not just in a concert hall. He wanted to learn the guitar (he did, once settled in Canada. His mother bought him a guitar for his fourteenth birthday).
Music wasn’t the only thing Seth was gifted at. He was very smart, and the correlation between his musical talents - he even went so far as to compose his own works for piano - and school was staggering, particularly in the sciences. He could rattle off exceptions to the chemical octet rule when the rest of the students were having trouble remembering the periodic symbol for “Lead” (Pb). He picked up languages quick, adding French and German to his growing international vocabulary.
When Seth was 12 years old, his family moved to the States for business reasons - his father worked with the UN, and they were moved to headquarters in New York. It was one of his American teachers who broached the subject of Seth’s intellect - and suggested he skip a couple grades. He did so, finding himself in 8th grade instead of 6th. Unfortunately, he only stayed in New York about six months. School problems, involving bullying, and the stress of the mounting threat of terrorism and paranoia - particularly after the 9/11 attacks - not to mention the huge culture shock, put a strain on the family and the marriage.
His parents separated - though they haven’t divorced, and while his father is in New York, he and his mother relocated to Canada. She preferred the quiet; tired of big cities, she wanted nothing more than space, calm, relaxation. He went into the ninth grade at Abbington Heights, and has been there since. He visits his dad two weekends a month. With the recent murders, his father is pressuring him to move back to New York. Its safer. Seth hopes the culprit is caught before that happens; he's sick of moving.
Likes:
- music, of any genre.
- orchestra & guitar
- mathletes. Yeah!
- sunglasses
- competition
- DMC, CS, FF - video games
- his heritage
- internet design
- the thought of being onstage
- chemistry and anatomy
- X Men
- big cities
- other musicians
- working out problems
- books
Dislikes:
- having an inhaler
- being one of the youngest seniors
- bullies
- school social functions
- his parents' expectations/separation
- sports
- talking about himself
- gossip
- being wrong
- ignorance
- history (he's good at it, he just finds it boring as hell)
- jocks
- prissy girls
Character flaws:
- Seth is too judgmental about the populars, jocks. etc. He doesn't trust most peoples' intentions outside his group. He's pretty sure they're just talking to him because of his GPA. He doesn't really want to get his hopes up for anything else.
- Perfectionist. Too critical of himself, when it comes to schoolwork. If you're unlucky enough to be partnered with him, he can be too critical on you too. You have to tell him to consciously shut the hell up, that he's asking too much, or else he won't be satisfied.
Other
Clique: Smart Ones
Clubs: Music Club, Mathletes
Other: -Edited by Aiden who loves Micah- lol.
Sample
Roleplaying sample:
The scents in the club were staggeringly strong, and it was almost impossible to decipher them all amongst the strangers. Mmm there was liquor, perfume, sweat, saliva - the music pulsed like the heartbeat of the city beneath the rumble of eager visitors - mostly women, some men. He had seen how they flocked, groped, bit on occasion those popular performers who weren't wise enough to detach themselves from the audience. Mostly human. But not everyone was human. Fortunately. Nick ran his fingers through his hair, catching streaks of black and navy blue strands against his nails. He tilted his head when he caught the scent - not human, not shapeshifter, not vampire. Witch. She couldn't just be here for the show, correct? Witches could be dangerous. Some were harmless, others weren't. Hmmm...
The shapeshifter stood up smoothly and his eyes sought her out like a predator to prey - there. At the bar. She was currently locking eyes with some guy, which gave him time to really get a look at her. She was short, but petite. And the dress clung to all the right curves. Her legs were enough to drive a man mad, and the face was beautiful. Not to mention she practically seethed with power. Interesting. That would make her doubly attractive - strong women, sexy women, put them together. Who can resist that?
When Nick prowled towards her, he didn’t walk, he sauntered. Each gesture, each movement, however small, was unearthly - smooth and calculated. Even now, off stage, hips and shoulders in tandem revealed the dancer’s calling. Black snakeskin pants gleamed, so tight they could have been poured on, and as he neared the witch, he flashed a broad, breathtaking smile. The fangs were almost unnoticeable. The closer he became the more clear her scent was. Had she been here before? It wasn't quite familiar, but something this strong...he couldn’t be the only one to know she was here.
“It’s not nice to tease, querida,” Nicholas said in greeting. The stripper blinked slowly, observantly, and smiled again. “May I help you?”