• KONIG, charles roderick

[charles roderick konig ®]

» YOUR NAME; aly
» YOUR AGE; eight to the teen
» YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS; alot.
» HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SBR?; pwnd.

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» FULL NAME; charles "chazz' roderick konig
» AGE; 20
» GENDER; male
» SEXUAL ORIENTATION; straight
» I AM; the guitar tech for temper

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» CELEBRITY/PB;
» HEIGHT; six foot two and a half inches
» WEIGHT; one hundred seventy three pounds
» HERITAGE; german
» appearance; eye color ,, chazz has hazel eyes that are actually very conveying of his moods. they’re usually a fairly medium color; a neutral hazel, if you will. he’s had little to be truly ecstatic about in his life but you can see when he is overly happy, because his eyes turn to a more honey colored color, a bright amber that seems to take on the light of the sun itself. unfortunately, more often than not you will notice a darkness in chazz’s eyes. his eyes get dark when he is either depressed, angry, or thinking far too much. so more often than not, you’ll notice his eyes with a darker tone – because really, he thinks in excess, which generally leads to some kind of minor depression or anger.
hair style ,, chazz definitely has some peculiar hair. it’s rather thin, but it makes it easy to style. it’s a typical brunette color, not cropped very short but also not excessively long. it usually takes on a boot of a puffy look; he styles it in a well calculated sloppy manner. it falls effortlessly across his forehead and sticks up in random patches, but it works on him. chazz definitely isn’t the kind of have his hair slicked up with gel, combed to the side, or done up in preppy spikes. he’s pretty independent and that’s something his hairstyle reflects.
physique ,, chazz stands at approximately six feet two and a half inches. he is naturally very lean, though that might have something to do with minor malnutrition as a baby and child. entering his teenage years, he was able to get a bit of muscle on his bones; it was something that he needed more as a kid that was braving the streets alone, more than to attract girls, though apparently muscles serve dual purposes. he’s not beefy by any means but he does have a fair amount of strength when he needs it. he has a very upright and slightly intimidating posture; even though he is quiet, he puts out a confident, slightly rebellious aura just in the way he carries himself.
flaws ,, chazz has no tattoos and no piercings, though he’s considered getting some kind of facial piercing. tattoos do not really appeal to him at all. he does have a few scars, but from fairly typical things. the only scar he has that was not a typical child infliction is one that runs across the small of his back, a thin but long reminder of the worst welt he ever had. when he was about seven, he got hit with a belt by one of the orphanage operators for spilling his milk at the dinner table.
clothing style ,, chazz pretty much dresses in what he can. he can’t get too picky about it, with his limited income and all. generally, he chooses to wear skinny jeans and regular t-shirts or v-necks. he loves his old black converse, an old leather jacket that he has. he usually wears darker colors though for the sake of anita, he has a few more brightly colored shirts in his wardrobe. he’s never particularly concerned with fashion though his good looks usually attribute to the fact that he is dressed in an individually stylish way. one of his random quirks, actually, is that if he’s not around anyone, he’d rather be shirtless. not even he is sure why that is, it’s just one of those things.]

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» PERSONALITY; his nickname, “chazz”, is an endearing form of his first name, charles. his first name actually means “free”; his middle name, Roderick, means “strong”. his surname, konig, means “leader” – put it all together, and you have a basic description of chazz. free, strong, and someone who is doing their best to make their own future. it’s hard, though, to do that, when you are so irrevocably obsessed with your past. chazz definitely has some preoccupation with his german roots and his parents, which shows through many other parts of his personality.

chazz is, underneath it all, a really good guy. he’s nice; he’s sensitive; he’s caring. he has a lot more concern and compassion than you might imagine by looking at him. remember, looks can be deceiving: although chazz ahs the classic look of some nyc rebel without a cause, that’s not really who he is. he’s not out to start anything, he’s not out to make enemies. defending who you are and where you come from is a very different matter than starting something just because you can. he’s not a violent person by nature, nor someone who is highly confrontational. in fact, he thinks it safest within his own head, which is scary, if you’re him.

chazz is quiet, though: he is usually more reserved than outgoing. he doesn’t do too well in large groups of people; he has a few close friends, and he’s fine meeting people, making an acquaintance. he’s not necessarily shy, though some people get that impression. it’s just more that he’s soft spoken and not fast to divulge information. he’d rather have some kind of intelligent conversation than dish about his past for some pity party. throwing him into a group of ravenous teenage girls is not something he will take in stride. he sort of has that look, too – the look of a heartbreaker, a guy who could easily tear a girl limb for limb with his good looks and dashing smile, if he were so inclined to use it. but really, chazz hasn’t had a whole lot of time for girls. it was definitely far from his concern when he was at the orphanage, and likewise, it’s not necessarily something he’s too interested in now that he’s trying to get up on his own feet. it’s not that he’s not attracted to them – that definitely wouldn’t be the truth – it’s just that his priorities right now are not to be on the prowl. of course, if the right thing falls in his lap – well, all is fair in love and war, right?

chazz is very independent. he always has been and it’s probably something he always will be. he isn’t looking for anyone or anything to complete him; he’s looking for something and someone who will compliment him. he wants a career that will bring in money, but also one that he doesn’t completely going to every day. actually, he has a weak spot for kids, and he’s considered a line of work involving them. he is not someone who ever needed validation from anyone else; more or less, he’s had to fend for himself, and breaking those habits in him will not be an easy task. he is determined and driven, though admittedly his confidence does tend to waver on various issues.

chazz does a lot of things that he doesn’t really like or agree with, simply because he does not know how else to cope. for example, he smokes cigarettes, sometimes, despite the fact that he knows it’s a terrible habit and rather unattractive. he doesn’t think it’s attractive either; he doesn’t do it to look cool or tough. he does it because it soothes him, in some odd way; the nicotine calms him down. and even if he usually appears rather placid, his head is a war zone – not a pleasant place to be. he’s also no stranger to drugs or alcohol, though he strives to be better than that, at least for anita’s benefit. he never gets too out of control, or at least he tries not to, not because he was raised better than that but because he just knows better. he doesn’t have time to screw around with that stuff; he’s closer to being on his own than many people ever truly are, and he knows he has to keep himself in line. he also has a tendency of shutting people out; some people find it annoying that he is so hard to read most of the time.

» LIKES;

• rain.
• music.
• writing.
• the dark.
• coke-a-cola.
• his old converse.
• the only picture he has of his parents.
• the city lights.
• alcohol, though he tries to refrain.
• pictures, in general.

» DISLIKES;

• christmas
• cigarettes, though he smokes them anyway.
• not being able to sleep.
• arrogance.
• those who flaunt wealth.
• going to class.
• drugs, though he’s dropped them more than once.
• wind.
• tomatoes.
• his small accent.

» FAMILY ; mother: axelle konig, 28, unknown
father: albert konig, 30, unknown

» PAST; december of 1989 was one of the coldest winters that the countryside of germany had seen in decades. axelle and albery konig, a humble rural couple, was confined to their tiny country abode for night upon night, albert only being able to leave twice to check on the livestock. axelle’s stomach was swollen largely with their first child; it was no surprise then, that when she went into labor on christmas eve, they could not even send for a doctor. the nearest town was too far, the drifts of snow too thick, and the continuous fall too heavy. and so, in the early morning hours of christmas day, charles roderick konig was brought into the world, in a sense, all alone. and being alone would be something he’d be used to, by the end of his childhood.

his parents were loving, there was no doubt about that. his father was thrilled to have a boy that he could teach the ways of the farm; his mother was glad to have a child at all, with all the complications that might have arisen on that freezing winter night. but all of the love in the world was not enough to fill one’s stomach, to sustain one’s body for very long. the winter had been more cruel than anybody had even expected; it dragged out weeks longer than it should have, interfering with the spring planting. and then, a random but horrendous frost ruined whatever crop albert had managed to plant, midway through the spring. the family was eating through their reserves fast, and each day was becoming an uphill battle against exhaustion and fatigue.

it carried on that way through the following winter, past chazz’s first birthday. the fields were frozen again for weeks into the planting season, and though albert struggled to plant what he could, the harvest yielded very little. it was enough to keep them midway through the summer, but it was then that they made a lifechanging descsion. axelle gathered every last cent they had saved up since they met, and the trio traveled to the united states. it was the land of the free, a land of promise and opportunity, was it not? especially in the nineteen nineties, to a rural couple from the countryside of germany, the plan seemed flawless. and so they went.

new york city seemed like the best of any destination they could have picked; unfortunately, for this humble couple, they were wrong. they had barely seen a big city since they were children themselves; the technology and population gap between where they had resided for several years, and where they now found themselves trapped, was astronomical. albert was young and sturdy, but he had no experience working anything but a field of crops. there was obviously little of that to be see in nyc; not to mention he had a german accent so thick that it was nearly impossible to understand him. the family stayed in a hotel for a few nights while albert searched for a job, but came up empty. their funds ran out and they were actually left on the streets; a horrifying thing for a couple in a new country, with an eighteen month old son.

they stayed in shelters, for a few weeks. an agency helped albert to get a job that did not even pay minimum wage. it did put bread on the table, though – and that was about it. they eventually saved enough pennies to rent a single room from an elder American woman who seemed sympathetic to their cause. sometimes, axelle would work as a temporary and the woman would watch chazz. she was the main reason he could even speak English before he turned four. his first language was german, and that was something he would never escape, something that would remind him constantly that nyc was not his home.

unfortunately, things got too hard to handle, after chazz’s fourth birthday. albert got fired, and though he scrambled for a new job, neither he nor axelle could find work. the old woman whose home they’d been staying in had a heart attack; they were out of a home and out of money. and so they did what they had to do, to save their little boy. they left him at the front door of an orphanage a few blocks away, and they never looked back.

the orphanage was hell on earth, especially for a little boy who barely understood English, and who could speak it even less. the ladies who ran the orphanage were harsh, mean; there was only one young woman there that chazz felt comfortable around. she was fresh out of a university and she spoke german; she understood him, more than anyone else, simply because she understood his native tongue. she had a soft spot for him, too; maybe it was his gorgeous hazel eyes, or his inclination to be mild rather than rebellious. sometimes she would sneak him an extra scrap of bread, or a carton of milk. sometimes she would sit with him an extra minute at night when he couldn’t stop the tears that flowed onto his white linen pillow.

he never made it out of the orphanage; he never thought that he would. people wanted babies, wanted kids that would just assume their adopted parents to be their biological ones. chazz obviously didn’t fit that description; he’d been four by the time he even made it there, and it was more time before he could carry a conversation in English. he still had a thick german accent when he was younger, and though it did fade with age, he never quite lost it. still, try as he might, he could not remember his parents. all he had to connect himself to them was a black and white portrait from their farm in germany, and a letter his mother had written for him when they left him at the orphanage. she had promised that they would come back. and it hadn’t happened yet.

as chazz entered his teenage years, he gained his due amount of independence, but it was hard being a teenager and still at an orphanage. he actually found himself having a soft spot for the children, especially those stuck in similar situations to his own. he was allowed to help with them, play with them, sometimes; he really liked that. while it reminded him all the same, it was also some kind of an escape. he was a quiet kid, one who’d learned the streets of new york city the hard way – but it was nice to see a small child so untainted by what was undeniably going to become the reality of their life.

chazz had dreaded the christmas that would mark his eighteenth birthday with everything that he was. everybody knew that when you turned eighteen, no matter what, you were no longer in that orphanage. they did not have the money to feed you, or clothe you, or care for you, suddenly – overnight. he spent christmas eve packing his bag, with the few outfits he had, the few possessions he’d managed to aquire over the last twelve years. and instead of waking up to some trivial trinket like all of the other kids would that day, chazz was expected to walk out into the world and find his own way, something that his own parents could not do and something he was not positive he would be able to manage, either.

but something caught him off guard, that december morning. he had looked all over for anita, the younger woman who had looked after him for so long – she was nowhere to be found. that was disheartening above all else; he feared he would never be able to tell her thank you, for everything she had done for him. but when he walked out onto the front porch of the orphanage, there she was, dressed in normal jeans, not what she was usually wearing around the orphanage. she smiled at him; she spoke to him in german. ”Come on, kid. We’re going home.”

She had no obligation to him whatsoever; but here was this woman that in reality, he barely knew, offering him a room in her place, atleast until he finished school, if he would not accept it longer. She had a husband who was easily eight inches shorter than Chazz who seemed more intimidated by him than anything; she put dinner on the table every night and was always telling Chazz to take seconds. He appreciated her hospitality more than anything; because what else could he have done?

So that is where things stand now; he is still living with Anita and her husband, though he tries mostly to keep out of their hair. He is actively hoping to recognize some German man or woman on the street who he can identify as his own parents; they said they would come back for him, after all. and even if chazz has very little to believe in, he likes to believe in miracles. He's on enchantment because anita recognized his talent with guitars and though he loves music he is not one to soak up the limelight; guitar tech seemed like the perfect position for him to get out and see the country.

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