Post by Haydn Bardawulf on Jan 15, 2012 3:05:02 GMT -6
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HAYDN BARDAWULF
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YOUR AGE 17.
RP EXPERIENCE 5 years.
CONTACT INFO meh.
HOW DID YOU FIND US Kelsea and Grayson.
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NICKNAMES Bitchass.
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 27.
GROUP Staff: Guard.
POWER/ABILITIES Immortality.
POWER WEAKNESS AND AMPLIFIER Weakness: Rage. Amplifier: Memories.
FACE CLAIM Cam Gigandet.
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HEIGHT 6`1.
WEIGHT 185lbs.
HAIR Short, choppy, blonde.
EYES Piercing blue.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS none.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Scars from previous deaths.
PHYSICAL FLAWS Scars.
PERSONAL STYLE Nazi. Clean, well kept, uniform style.
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Naziism.
Aryan race.
Order.
Submission.
Destruction.
DISLIKES
Jews, or any other non-Aryan race.
Dysfunction.
Screaming.
Everything, basically.
STRENGTHS
Immortality.
Physical fitness.
Quick witted.
WEAKNESSES
Lust.
Challenge.
Revenge.
GOALS
Women.
Cleanse the Aryan race.
Live forever.
FEARS
Dying.
Living imperfectly.
Disorder.
SECRETS
PTSD.
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FATHER Eckhard Bardawulf.
MOTHER Amelie Bardawulf.
SIBLINGS none.
PETS .
OTHER FAMILY none.
HISTORY In 1921 Haydn was born to a subdued housewife and Nazi Officer. By 1935 he had been a part of Hitler Youth in his hometown for five years. The teachers had grown fond of him as he often spoke out toward the few children who spoke ill of the rising regime. At the top of the "class" for his age group he was a complete role model for the other children. His father, who was rarely at home due to abroad travels, praised his progress with great fondness. More often than not a pat on the back from his hardened father would turn into a beating, a so-called "lesson" that would turn him into a man one day. Eventually he lost reserve for the beatings and took them as normal attention from his father.
By age eighteen he had been recruited by his father and began his climb up the ladder of young recruits. At first his job was simple: to escort droves of Jewish miscreants from their hometowns to different camps that had been built to contain them away from the ever purifying Aryan society. With time his daily tasks became more and more unforgiving. Eventually his sense of humanity completely diminished. A daily routine for Haydn evolved into an early morning boxing match with his inferior soldiers, an extraction of a fresh female for his superiors, and the execution of daily punishments for those that stepped out of line. He was always quiet as he slowly made his way up through the ranks. The superior standing officers assigned him the less desirable tasks such as the removal of those that could not last the day and taking them to one of many different disposal units.
Once the war subsided in Germany and things began to take a turn for the worse for the Nazi Officers he took an escape route to America among the hordes of fleeing Irish. The military had provided him with impeccable survival skills allowing him to make a way to survive upon arrival. With honed security skills he floated through many different security companies and attempted at the police force. But his time in Nazi Germany had turned him into a ruthless being which quickly ended his police career. In his removal from the police force he was appointed time in a mental corrections facility until he could be proven safe for the public. After several months of evaluations the staff deemed it unnecessary for him to continue treatment. But his determination and hardheadedness earned him a spot on the staff as a guard for the rest of his appointed time there. What the state didn't know couldn't possibly hurt them. 4 GOOD PARAGRAPHS 3 minimum[/size][/ul]
MEMBER TITLE Nazi Guard.
RULES PHRASE(this tells us you've read the rules.) Bandaids.
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? not yet.
RP SAMPLE . (250 words)
3:42 a.m. Haydn tugged at the starched collar of his uniform as he stiffened in the dusty rolling chair at the front desk. A sign escaped as he straightened the files that had been thrown on the desk by the other officer working the station that morning. Charlie had been on his last nerve since the day he met the man. Charlie was an overweight uninspired man of his mid-thirties who happened to be a complete mess. Being who he was, Haydn could not stand anyone who let themselves go to the extent of Charlie. His crisp blue eyes focused on the television set in the corner. A news feed from several hours prior played on a loop. He shook his head and looked up at the sound of shuffling shoes.
Charlie rounded the corner into the front lobby of the station with a dumbfounded grin on his face. "I'm about ready to get out of here, duck out early. Get home and git me some, if ya know what I mean youngun." He struggled through a wink at the clean cut young man before him.
Haydn's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fist beneath the desk as his fellow officer's grating voice droned on and on. "Just shut up and go home, Charlie." He stood, the chair rolling into the wall behind him.
Charlie stopped and stood directly across the desk from Haydn. He glared hard up at him. "You shut the hell up, you hear! You best be thankful I don't drop your ass right here and rip you a new one." He smirked with the feeling of self gratification as he turned to go back to his office. A large unsteady paw lifted to his mouth as he paused to yawn feeling the early morning's sleepiness.
Haydn leaned forward with his hands flat on the desk. He felt his collar begin to tighten and moisten as anger begin to boil beneath his skin. Charlie had pushed him for the last time and he could not take it. His hands pushed into the desk and his arms flexed hard beneath his shirt as he lifted himself from the floor. In an instant his mind was racing and he launched himself over the desk and tackled Charlie to the ground. With his thick hands wrapped around the back of his neck he bashed the aging man's face into the black and white tiled floor beginning to smear it with red. Then he came back to reality and found his breathing to be elevated. A smile came to Haydn's lips as he lowered himself to the floor and watched his presiding officer return to his office. With a smugness about him he returned to his chair and continued to watch the news reel, smiling the entire time. [/size][/ul][/color][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote]
