Post by hanzel on Oct 12, 2011 13:33:07 GMT -5
HanselWillow
Would you stay if it meant it was for me?
Would you stay if it meant it was for me?
Full Name[/size][/color]
Hansel Willow
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
You may call him Hansel, but he would prefer Hansel Willow or just Willow if you are not a close friend.
AGE AND BIRTHDAY[/size][/color]
15 years of age/December 21stst/th.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
male
RANKING.[/size][/color]
digidestined
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
Holy egg or beast egg
FACE CLAIM[/size][/color]
Keiichi Shimizu
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Hansel Willow is just slightly taller than the average height for a European fifteen year old male, standing at 5' 9". His body is slender, but more on the muscular side than skinny. His shoulders are broad and over all his body is rather mature looking for his young body. Hansel's structure is strong, stable, and very healthy.
His manlier body, however, looks very awkward in comparison to his baby face. There is nothing mighty looking in this boy's expression. Just adorable soft squish. This throws many people off when they approach a confident looking young man only to wind up looking into the face of a child with large eyes, full pink lips, a button nose, and pinch-able cheeks.
His eyes are not only quite big and innocent looking, but have long thick lashes that curl up just slightly, and, though the lighting may change the color slightly it's naturally a pale crystal-like blue. These warm orbs are generally holding a very sleepy look. At a distance when he doesn't notice anyone watching, someone can also see his eyes staring off into the distance as though seeing something that isn't there.
Hansel's hair in naturally very fluffy. (You could take a nap in it! ;3) It's has a slight curl when untamed the layers stick out every which way. Because this seems so informal and it bothers him to have it falling in his face when he's trying to study, a lot of the time you will see him pin it back with berets/bobby-pins or handled with hair gel. Sometimes he'll grease it all back; his hair's too short for a ponytail, but long enough to distract him. It curls down over his ears and shags in his eyes.
If you see Hansel in public you generally won't catch him wearing anything casual. He will be in uniform, in a suit, or even bundled up in a fluffy coat. T-shirts and jeans are for indoor days or if he's with his closest friends. He generally will where light colors such as white, cream, baby blue, perry winkle, pink, light violet, and so on. Sometimes black, but it's for special occasions.
PERSONALITY[/size][/color]
Hansel is a very obedient submissive rich boy with out a complaint in the world. He has his life handed to him on a platter. What's there to complain about? His mother and father shouldn't even have any reasons for complaint. He does what is expected of him and doesn't say a word about it. Everything in his life runs on a perfect smooth schedule. All classes are attended to, every business party he appears to, and no extra curricular activity goes missed. Life has order and nothing has managed to change that, yet.
Hansel's behaviour towards his father is interesting. It's almost like he silently worships the man. His father's word is law and he would never dream of disobeying him, not out of fear, but out of admiration. This is very funny to most outsiders because it doesn't ever seem like Hansel has a close relationship with his father at all. Most of his conversations with the man are, "Yes, Father," "Of course, father," or, "As you wish, Father." He seems to be more of a servant than a beloved son.
With his mother, however, it's quite different. He loves his mother above anyone else in the entire world. He spends free time often by her side discussing his thoughts, dreams, and fears. If you see them out together he'll be clinging to her arm like a small toddler desperate not to get lost in the crowd. He would not only die for her, but be tortured and suffer as well.
Aside from his family life, Hansel's personality can become quite different with friends, most of his friends being girls. He's a sucker for the ladies. He loves everything about them. Their sweet smiles, sensitivity, and soft long hair. Though he's a generally quiet thoughtful young man, he can't help but become a playful gentleman around them. The girls are just too sweet and cute!
Hansel, being the wealthy privileged boy he is, has a superiority issue. Oh, he's very nice about it, saying things like, "It's okay, your just less privileged than I," or, "You don't need to worry about it. I just happen to be more gifted, intelligent, and financially secure. It isn't your fault," but he doesn't really seem to understand that it doesn't matter how softly he says it, he will still remain to sound like a jerk, (a really classy, polite jerk.) In his naive little upbringing it was just what he was taught and what he actually believes. He loves the "commoners", but will always look down on them.
Other than the way he behaves towards other people, when he's not interacting he becomes very spacey. He's not shy or trying to ignore anyone, just deep in his own little world. He gets very little sleep with all of his fathers commands, all of his school work, and his practices. Hansel get's rather sleepy and will slip away to a place where he thinks everything is right with the world.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Maidstone, UK
family members; Jonathan Williams Willow (Father)
Matilda Julie Willow (Mother)
Hansel Willow was born to a highly respected and wealthy family. His parents were Jonathan and Matilda Willow. When living in a family with two very talented and hard working parents there is rarely time for play. For as long as Hansel can remember he has been learning and studying. Before he was even sent away to private school he was being taught piano, dancing, reading, writing, and even the harp. His father wanted a son who was well rounded and equipped to success. Mr. Willows child was going to be intelligent, talented, and most above all obedient, and Mr. Willow was granted his very wishes. Hansel was quick to learn that disobeying his father was highly disrespectful and he was nothing with out him. He would do his very bidding. After all, Mr. Willow Brought him into this world and he could just as easily give him up for adoption. The threat of being put up to adoption and having to leave his precious mother and beautiful life was always horrifying. His father's word became law. He would be what his father wanted him to be. In a short amount of time the fear of Mr. Willow grew into an admiration. Hansel didn't feel like he needed to, but wanted to serve his father.
Over the years he became quite an expert at the harp. He'd always play it for his mother when she had to fall asleep alone at night. He also became very strong from his continued dance lessons and the piano became second nature to him. Languages like French and Chinese were studied next. If he was ever going to impress his father in the world of business he would have to communicate to a wide verity of people. Hansel's time consisted mostly of studying and very little social time or sleep.
None of this was a problem for him in his life though. He liked to be busy. It felt great to have something to think about and do at all hours of the day. What really bothered him was how much his mother hated life. How could something he enjoyed so much be so horrible for his dear mother? She'd constantly go on about how her life held no meaning and she'd cry her self to sleep. It was this way for years and years slowly getting worse and worse. Her threats to kill herself were so many that Hansel eventually didn't think much of it. He would just hold her tight and tell her that he loved her, sing her a song and make it all better to the time.
This went on until a very cold winter's night when Hansel was twelve years old. He was staying up late working on his Spanish and he saw the a shadow pass my his door. It was probably just a maid going down for a glass of water, so he ignored it and continued his studies. As the minutes ticked by he could feel a sick heavy felling in his chest like something was about to go very wrong. Eventually he gave into his gut and walked about the house to make sure everything was in order. When he looked into his parents bedroom he saw that his mother was not in bed. This was very strange considering that she was no where else in the house either. Her coat was missing, though. Quickly the young boy through on his own coat and shoes and ran out into the snow to see if she had gone very far. In the snow he found her dark shoe prints. He darted towards the direction they lead. Just as he expected there was his mother at the edge of an icy river, and before he could call for her she through herself in. Out of desperation he too threw himself into the river without thinking. He was sucked under with her and, as we are all told, drowning is a very terrifying experience. He managed to grab one of her limbs, but it wasn't much use being trapped under the pitch black ice. Stopping them on a rock for just a second he finally was able to take the opportunity to crash through the top. Still he couldn't get out of the water. His body was rapidly freezing up and soon he would stop struggling completely. Much to their luck a maid had followed him out as well and there was soon enough help.
His mother lived, but he still struggles with the memory. He has to wonder what made her so miserable. Did she really not care enough about herself; this woman in whom he loved so deeply? Was he not enough of a reason for her to live?
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Neko
AGE.[/size][/color]
Eighteen
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
None yet.
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
Bokomon or Bakumon
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
The words were cruel like the sweet addiction that tingled your taste buds, but now was being ripped away from you along with your grasp on life, "Oh, don't tell me.... don't tell me you have feelings for the boy? Don't tell me... that murdering isn't as easy as you thought? That taking away such precious life might actually count for something?" All but hearing remained, but without the mind it truly was a useless sense. The shadow was like the clocks now. They were given a face and a name, or better, a master. The master took their place and stepped towards Gabriel slowly. The clock artisan walked with the clockwise tick around, "Don't tell me.... that you can no longer fulfill my wishes and do as you're asked? Have you slipped that far?" Down the whole where the clocks never ticked and where life breathes beautiful things, yes... His hissing laugh echoed through his ears. The lips came to his ear and whispered so only the paranoid could hear the toy master speak, "Well, it's not only humans that can lose value, Gabriel, you little monster," the shadow dragged him up with chains back to the part that the assassin played.
Gabriel was the monster bent into the master's toy. When the manipulation wares off what happens then? Fang's Aeris's fingers played with the monster's lovely crimson hair. It was a fraud tenderness, a mockery of the action of love, "If you can't do your duties, I'm afraid you also can no longer stay here. What need do I have of you? What purpose do you have at all? To love?" To love...Gabriel...loved... The monster's dying spirit remained to hear those words. To here that he could love and be loved. It had finally come with a twisted knot in a dissatisfying box. The corrupter of time snickered again, "That human boy will age and die, leaving you once again lonely," Jasper would die...but the monster would suffer on... Love and care took him in as a doll to dance and play with and soon, when the clock stopped ticking it was throwing him aside with no place to go, "Face it, Gabriel. Without me you are nothing, but I'm afraid, if your loyalties have changed so far, you truly are nothing. I have no longer any need of you. You are dismissed from this castle, from your duties, and from my presence," ...and love told the clock man to strip him of his purpose and take him of his pride.
Gabriel rose slowly and numbly to his feet. His wide ice eyes began to melt as it became very hard to breathe. He was dismissed and that would be the last order he would ever have the opportunity to obey. The legs were sealed and the fall was long. When he hit the bottom it hurt, and there was no longer a door. Just blackness over everyone he knew. The sun of the prophet was shrouded and the moon like the customer was gone. The gold of the girl was no where as he left the doors of the throne for the last time.
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