Post by snake45 on Sept 30, 2011 16:47:19 GMT -5
ChristophTeichmann
What happens to you once they take off the mask you wear? Will they see the monster that you think you are or will they see the man that you really are?
What happens to you once they take off the mask you wear? Will they see the monster that you think you are or will they see the man that you really are?
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Christoph Teichmann
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Chris- only good friends or people he knows can use this name others will be hurt.
Khonsu- The name that he gives himself when he wears a mask
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
18 December 17 .
GENDER.[/size][/color]
male
RANKING.[/size][/color]
digidestined
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
Beast
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Soul Evans
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Christoph looks like a young man in his early twenties. His eyes are bright blood crimson.t They're this color due to a birth defect that has caused a large amount of blood vessels to form around his iris. That caused his normal eye color to be overshadowed by the color of his blood. His silver hair is was result of a lack of eumelanin and pheomelanin, the two pigments that give hair its color. This was caused by a thyroid imbalance, his imbalance was taken care of quickly but permanently left him with his silver hair. His skin is very pale, almost lacking any shade. Giving him the appearance that he is dead, almost like a ghost when you see him stare at you from afar. He has long thin arms and legs, that appear to have no muscle on them when they are covered up. Christoph is very thin with a well toned body. Christoph is six foot three inches, a little tall for most guys.
Christoph has a lot of different outfits. For most of the time Christoph will wear his black suit, with a black tie and a red shirt, along with his black shoes with his mask. His mask is silver, lined with black and silver markings in a floral pattern with black lenses covering the eyes, with a black tricorn hat with silver feathers in the middle. This getup is used mostly in the digital world, where people won't judge him. Outside of the digital world he wears long sleeve shirts and long pants. The shirts he wears come in all colors, but his pants are always silver or black. He will wear either his black shoes or a pair of white ones. Christoph has one other suit that he will wear, that suit is pure silver with a white shirt and a light blue tie.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Christoph is a mental mess. To start off he is very insecure about his looks, and believes that everyone fears or hates him. As a child he always received odd stares and was picked on. The lack of interaction with others has left Christoph with bad social skills. Making friends is hard for him, it’s difficult he is afraid of saying anything back to people. He wont go out of his way to talk to new people or start up conversations with people he knows. He wants to but he is to scared to do so. He fears that people will reject him just based on his looks and he will be hurt more.
Christoph's relationship with his family is not the best, and has affected the way he acts with others. His mother only loves and encourages him so that she can spite his father. He senses this and tries to be close to her, he wants her to love him. The fact that she never truly loved him has made Christoph the type of person to not trust others with his feelings. He will shy away from people if they ask about his feelings.
Christoph's father just sees him as a failure and a waste of space. He desperately wants him to accept him as a true heir. His fears stem from his father's feelings toward him. No matter what he does nothing is ever good enough for his father. He is always told that he failed or to do better because he is just trash. Christoph used to have a outgoing attitude to try and please his father, but constantly being told that he is useless has made him shy. He now fears going out of his way to prove that he is worthy of being an heir to his father for the fear of being told that he has failed. In his heart though he wants nothing more than to prove to his father that he is not a failure.
Christoph's brother Alaric is a source of hate and envy for him. Even as a little kid Alaric was better in their father's eyes than him. Alaric was better at sports and in school. He always had a smug attitude about himself,seeing how their father loved him and praised him for every little thing he did. The way his brother treated him was about the same as his father did. He looked down on Christoph for his looks and his lack of skill compared to him. Christoph wants to be like his brother, so that his father will accept him as well. At the same time he hates his brother for being so much better than him at almost everything, and receiving all his father's love and affection.
Christoph is not all gloom and doom. He does have a few hobbies to pass the time with. One of them is starring at people to watch them interact. To see how a normal person would act in a social situation. It can creep some people out if they notice him doing so, but he tries to blend into the background. Another of his hobbies to paint. He will often take his easel and one of his palettes with him out into the streets of Strasbourg to paint. He will often lose track of time, as he carefully paints the small parts of the city. He is quite good at painting, and his other hobby helps him see the small details that make each painting look lifelike. Christoph takes great pride in his painting. It calms him and makes him feel more relaxed.
The way he looks at sees the world around him is the same as most people would. He likes the world and wants to be accepted by the people who live there. As for the actual people he likes people, but he is too shy to actually go out of his way to go and talk with them. If there is no one else around and it is a nice day he might talk back. If he wants to know that person better he will try to start a conversation. Christoph will just say hello, hoping that they will say something back to him. In times of stress and panic he will have a mild stutter start to happen.
There is only one time when he will actually talk with others freely, when he will go out of his way to try and have human contact with people besides his family, that is when he is wearing his mask. He takes on the name of Khonsu, a moon god from ancient Egypt. Christoph only picked the name because he loves the way the moon shines bright at night using the light of the sun. He feels that one day he could use his own talent of painting to overshadow his brother. With the mask on he feels safe behind. There is no pressure to be judged by his looks, only by who he is. He behaves like a normal person with the mask on. However there is a downside to this, if his mask comes off or falls off he will go crazy panicking to wear it once again. Unless Christoph takes it off himself he will feel a rush of pressure and stress all at once overcoming him. This wave of negative emotions comes from his lack of self confidence in his looks.
Christoph is not a stable person at all. He may look like he is but one wrong interaction could break him down and cause him to have a total meltdown. At that point almost anything or anyone could totally change him completely. All it would take is someone removing the mask from his face and laughing at him when he panics to get it back or even destroying the mask in front of his eyes would do it. Will the person that finds the shattered Christoph rebuild him as a stronger person, or will they turn him into the monster that he believes that he is?
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
Hometown Strasbourg, France
family members;
[Father]Ewald König
[Mother]Selma Teichmann
[Fraternal Twin Brother] Alaric König
The birth of a child should be something that should bring joy to a fathers life, but that was not the case for Christoph's birth. Ewald arrived a few days after his wife gave birth. Christoph’s father was horrified as he saw him the bright red eyes the pale ghost like skin and the very thin white hair on his head. Christoph was the first to be born of a set of fraternal twins. Alaric König is Christoph twin brother, he came out looking like a normal healthy baby boy. Ewald König smiled as he saw his other child he knew that he had a real heir to his money and more importantly to his name. Ewald König was a very shallow man who held looks and money above love. He was of old money and forced his wife to marry him because he liked the way she looked. He bribed her father to force her to leave her boyfriend and marry Ewald. They were German but he made them move to Strasbourg because he wanted to live in the capital of the European Parliament. It was a beautiful city and was a great place to raise kids but most importantly Ewald wanted to keep Selma away from her family so she would be less likely to try and run away from him.
Ewald said this to the doctor as he walked out of the room with Alaric in his arms. "You can throw out the freak I have no use for him." Selma Teichmann held Christoph close to her and whispered into his ear "I am here hush hush my love I will keep you safe you will show your father that you are worth something." She kissed him as he fell asleep in her arms, with a gentle smile on his face.
Selma Teichmann hated her husband with a passion he forced her to be his and she hated him for it. There was no way out of it for her. If she left her father would disown her and she would have nothing. She didn't really love her kids the ones that he made her have but she would pretend to so that she could raise Christoph to try and be a true heir just to spite Ewald.
A few years later when he was six, Christoph went to his first day of elementary school. That's when he first was picked on by other kids because of his looks. It started out when it was time for them to have free time to play with one another.They all picked on him and laughed at him when he walked into the room."Look at the freak, get away from us you creep, whats wrong with his eyes?" The words pierced Christoph's young mind. It was just like his father was there mocking him telling the other kids what to say. He just walked back into a corner and started to cry holding; his head as he heard them laugh more at him for crying. It was his own personal hell that would happen each day. That would last until he turned fourteen.
Christoph day in and day out would just hear his father talking about how great his brother is. His father would never acknowledge anything Christoph did right, only his failures. His brother would treat him the same way his father did. Thinking less of Christoph because he wasn't as smart or as athletic as he was. At fourteen Christoph believed that his mother really did love him. He had learned how to paint from her and loved to spend time with her because she never insulted him. He always sensed a distance that she kept from him. He put it off to the fact that Ewald always badmouthed her for taking care of Christoph. When Christoph had some free time, he would always go out into the town and paint. He loved to paint, seeing how it made his mother happy and he was quite good at it. By the age of fourteen the bullying about his looks stopped, but people stayed away from him because they just thought of him as an outcast. They didn't want to be associated with the outcast so they avoided all contact with him, Christoph took it as they didn't like the way he looked.
One day after coming back from painting he quietly snuck back into the house, seeing how his father didn't like the fact he was painting because it was Christoph's mothers way of trying to spite Ewald. Christoph was walking to his mothers room to show her his new painting when he over heard her talking with one of the maids. "Wow I am amazed that you still love Christoph so much even thought his father wants him out of the house" said the maid to his mother. The next words would never leave Christoph's mind instead they would; create another scar in his heart. "What I don't love him I don't care about him at all I just pretend to so that I can get him to succeed so that he can help me spite his father." Christoph just dropped his painting and slowly walked to his room. He held himself in his arms and cried. He muttered something about it all being a lie and that she really loved him. A few days later Christoph walked out of his room. He had convinced himself that he had misheard his mother and that she loved him. Christoph would always have a feeling in the back of his mind that something was wrong.
A month later a month everything seemed back to normal for Christoph in his own little world. He was reading a book in his fathers library about ancient Egyptian gods. He was reading about Khonsu when he heard about the masquerade party that his father was throwing at their house. The thought of all those people there scared him, it was a horrifying thought everyone looking at him at once, all those eyes judging him for the way he looked, for his pale lifeless skin and his glowing red eyes. Christoph ran to his room and hoped that he would not have to attend the party but that would not be the case. As he opened the door to his room he saw the mask and a new suit for him to use for the party along with a note from his mother. He slowly walked over and picked up the note and read it to himself. "Christoph my dear I have gotten you a new suit to wear and a mask that I think fits you for you to wear at the party please come it would mean a lot to both me and your father if you did." It would mean a lot to me and your father, those words struck deep into Christoph, he had to go now even if he didn't want to. He Slowly got dressed in the new black suit with the red shirt that she set alongside the suit. He looked at the mask and sighed, it was the final piece of the costume. It would cover his entire face with its silver features and its black hat would make his hair look like it belongs to the mask and not to him. With it on, no one would know it was him behind the mask. They would judge him based on how he acted, not how he looked. Christoph put slowly put on his mask and when it covered his face he took a look in the mirror to see how he looked. The mirror showed him looking like a normal person wearing a mask. "N..normal I look like any other person would." Christoph started to laugh hysterically and smiled under his mask. "I..I can pass as a normal person. I can blend in...my name though...it will give me away. I need to change it something that no one will know me as." That's when Christoph remembered the name of the god he just read about. "Khonsu... yes that's what I will call myself." With that, Christoph walked out of his room and closed the door behind him. He walked with a smile behind his mask as he arrived at the party hall. A few people had arrived already and the party was about to start.
As more people began to arrive at the party, Christoph looked around at them as he normally would. He smiled under his mask when he realized that people were talking to him and even asking who he was, he claimed he was Khonsu. As the music started to play, a young girl about his age came up to Christoph and asked him to dance with her. She was wearing a long white and silver dress with a light purple butterfly mask. Christoph took her offer to dance and held her hand in his as he walked with her to the dance floor. He had learned how to dance from his mother so he took the lead. He looked into her eyes and smiled as they danced. Christoph spoke with her throughout the night. As the party was reaching its end he was standing outside near the balcony with her next to him. He looked at her as the clock hit midnight and his father said clearly into the microphone, with a slur and a drunken tone "take off your masks and kiss the person you are with." Christoph guessed that his father was drunk and was doing this on a whim. Christoph slowly took his mask off; worried that she would judge him for his looks. As he pulled it away from his face and showed her who he was, she just smiled as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Christoph kissed her back and slowly pulled away as she told him she had to leave now. He forgot to ask for her name as she left him standing there, just blushing with the full moon behind him. Christoph never forgot that night nor that girl. It was a shame that he never saw her face or knew her name. He always wondered who she was and if he would ever see her again. He had gotten his first and last kiss at the age of fourteen.
The years rolled by until both Christoph and Alaric turned 18. Their father told them that they were going to move to Japan. He had this idea that it would be nicer to live in Japan then in Strasbourg, France. Truth be told his father had grown tired of seeing the same thing day in and out and wanted a change of pace. So when everything was packed Christoph and his family moved to Odaiba, Japan and settled down in a large house near the outside of the city.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
SOTD
AGE.[/size][/color]
18
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
None at the moment
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
BURGERMON
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
Just a small thing about how I believe Christoph would've acted a few days after the party.
As the light from the sun hit the window of Christoph’s room, he looked up and sighed. He hadn’t slept at all the past few nights. The image of the girl he met at the party still was in his mind. The kiss that she gave him was on his mind, the feeling of her soft lips against his. He had never felt anything like that before, Christoph wondered if this was love. He wanted to know who she was. “I need to know who she is. I want to see her again.”
Christoph looked around his room and saw the painting he had done late last night. It wasn’t finished but it was of her. Am I just kidding myself? Did she really care about me? Was the kiss just something that she saw everyone else doing? Christoph wondered this as he walked out of his room and into the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, he saw his father. Christoph knew that his father had been drinking more as of late. Christoph could smell the alcohol coming from his father.
“Hello father.” Christoph kept his head down as he spoke to his father. He knew better by now than to look his father in the eyes. Him being drunk didn’t help Christoph at all. As soon Christoph passed by his father he heard him mutter. “Useless piece of trash can’t do anything right.” Christoph didn’t say anything back. His father hit him last time Christoph spoke back to him while he was drunk. Christoph left the kitchen to go back to his room. He didn’t want to stay much longer in there with his father drunkenly insulting him. Christoph could take his father's insults, but would rather not. He had something else he wanted to do that day, instead of listening to how he was a freak and a failure.
Christoph grabbed his easel and a blank canvas from his room. He had gotten the idea to go and paint in a highly populated area. He had told her that he loved to paint and would often go out and paint parts of the city. He hoped that she would see him, it was a long shot but it was the only way he could hope to find her. His father had invited over a hundred people to the party each, allowed to bring their families or even a guest if they wanted to. There was about four hundred people there at the party. There is no way I can find her by asking if they knew who she was. Besides I don’t think I could ever talk to that many people. Just thinking about talking with one of the guests makes me nervous. Christoph shook his head as he realized that he was passing by the kitchen again. He wanted to avoid his father if he could. Even though he wanted to be accepted by his father, when he was drunk all he did was insult Christoph. So it was not worth trying to talk or even trying to impress him.
As Christoph opened the door to leave his house he wondered where he should go and paint. “The cathedral always has a lot of people passing by. I guess that would be as good as any place to paint.” Christoph muttered that to himself as he walked out of the front yard. He quietly walked to the public electric trams and got on board. He watched as the sights of the early city passed by. The cafes and shops opening up for the day, little kids walking with their parents, a few tourists walking around taking pictures of the city. Christoph wanted his family to be just like the ones he saw pass by. Even if it was just an illusion of them being happy and loving one another, Christoph wanted that. As the tram stopped near the center of the town, Christoph got off. There was no spot right next to the cathedral, so he had to walk the rest of the way there.
Once he was at the cathedral, he stopped and looked around for a good place to set up his easel. He didn’t want to get in the way of the flow of the traffic and going too far off to the side would end up affecting the painting. He ended up just a bit off to the left near the restaurants. He looked around and took a deep breath as he started to paint. He made sure that each stroke of his brush matched the what he saw. There was a street performer playing a lute and singing. The music was a nice touch to accompany Christoph’s painting, but it didn’t last long. The city had laws against street performers. It really was a shame. Christoph knew that other people enjoyed seeing them.
After a bit a crowded of people had started to gather around Christoph. They all looked in awe as he painted. A few people tried to talk with Christoph but he had tuned out all the noise. A little girl came up to him and smiled and tried to hand him a flower. Christoph looked down and saw all the people around him. He started to panic a bit, then once everyone started to talk to him at once he was really panicking. His breathing became shallow and fast, he stuttered to say something.”P..p..p..please m..m...mo...mo...move.” He tried to get the word out of his mouth as clearly as he could. Only a few people could understand what he said. A man that did understand what Christoph said and spoke in a loud voice and said.”Ok guys back off give him some room to breathe, he needs to calm down.”
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