[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

Ludwig♦Beilschmidt

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Name: Mein Name ist Ludwig Beilschmidt

Nicknames: Luddy, Luddy-kins, West, Lud I’d like to just be called Ludwig, danke.

Gender: Male, of course.

Age: I am seventeen years old.

Date of Birth: October 3rd, 1991

Year: I am a Junior. (3th year I suppose)

Hometown: Berlin, Germany

Sexual Orientation: Bismexual I don’t think that matters.

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Height: 5’10-5’11

Weight: 175 lbs

Build: Muscular

Hair: I have short, blond hair that I normally keep slicked back to keep out of my eyes. It comes down when I sleep.

Eyes: I suppose….Ocean blue would be the best way to describe them.

Unique Features: I wear glasses sometimes… I have bad eyesight when it comes to reading certain things.

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Likes: I like quiet places, reading…. Cooking, but tell no one…. Und…. I do like to delve in the Military studies. I also like to drink beer and eat wursts. Es ist sehr gut, ja~

Dislikes: Annoyances, loud noises/music/whatever, mein Brüder sometimes, und being disturbed when I’m having quiet time.

Fears: Failure, things suddenly popping out at him, his past. Nothing! Why are you asking?

Personality: Ludwig is a very studious person, and will snap at a person if they disturb him when he’s having quiet time. Normally a very quiet and serious student, when he drinks, he lets out all pent up emotions he may have built in at that moment. He’s basically a firecracker, and beer is the fire that lights him. When it comes to love and affection, he is very shy, being brought up to ignore such feelings and work on perfecting himself as a German. Despite this, however, he is very fond of his stash of dirty magazines, the only thing that he came to rely on for entertainment under the watchful eye of his guardians. A healthy teenage boy needs something, right?

He also feels that when confronted with feelings such as that, he will become very awkward, so he tends to try and avoid those feelings.

If you catch him in a good mood and he’s not studying, however, he is a fun person to be around in two ways. Sober, he’s just a good someone to sit back and have a nice conversation with over coffee. Drunk, he’s wild and loud, unheld by any bonds of his moral attitude that would normally keep him from saying things. If you want to get him to say something, get him drunk, easy as that.

Be careful of his drunken nature, however. In addition to his extreme outburst of personality, he tends to swing in one of three directions: Violence/anger/frustration, Sexual deviance, or child-like.

The most common one would be frustration and anger, though he normally passes out before getting to the anger stage. He is unusually dangerous when he’s violent, his muscled physique warning enough. Normally he shuts himself away when drunk, so he doesn’t usually get in anyones path when angered, but if he’s out, usually only someone close to him can calm his nerves. Or a good fight.

Sexual deviance would be, of course, using what he had witnessed in his magazines and acting on what he had been denied for years. His child-like nature is a rare change of personality, where he gets clingy and tries to keep the attention of whoever he wants at the moment.

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Family: He has no family, but more of a set of guardians. People who look after him, make sure he is on the correct path to greatness. Or atleast their twisted version of greatness. However, one person Ludwig felt very attached to: An old woman who visited to deliver assortments of items to his home. She was also a tutor to him, teaching him of Germanic customs, teaching him about Deutschland, about his home that he loved, all in her spare time. In a way, she was as close as Ludwig had to a mother. Upon learning of his joys of cooking, she also taught him to better his culinary skills, mostly in the art of baking.

Right before he left for the school, she passed on, leaving him a rusty Iron Cross, which he wears proudly around his neck. “A momento of your family, a proud family of Germans.” She had explained in her note, which he received in a wooden box on the day of the funeral. He has wondered how she ties in with his family, but didn’t have a chance to research before being shipped off. Hell, he didn’t even know her name.

Ludwig knows next to nothing of his family, and even less about his childhood. All he remembers is his life belonged with his guardians, and that woman. His Tattergreisin. His Großmutter. His Patil. Any of these would work for the wonderful old woman that was close enough for Ludwig to call family. Naturally, her death devastated him, almost to the point of him falling into depression. But somehow the hustle of the new school year, and moving in has made him temporarily forget his anguish.

His brother, Gilbert, wasn’t a part of his childhood. At least, he doesn’t remember. He didn’t actually know much about his brother prior to attending this school. They had met on previous occasions, but the only impression Ludwig had so far was this: His brother was a loud mouth punk. He didn’t exactly hate him, but he wasn’t overjoyed to be around him. He did figure that he could have a good drink with the student.

History: Ludwig was raised in a very strict manner. Growing up in a very close minded community, he was brought up to believe that Germans were the one true race, much like the beliefs of long passed Hitler. Ludwig believes that this is untrue, but keeps his opinions to himself, knowing that such a thought process would mean punishment. Day after day he studies for the pleasure of his guardians, agreeing with their views, waiting for the day when he can break from them, and observe the world through his own, crystal clear eyes, free of racism and elitism.

Truthfully, they were reluctant to let Ludwig attend a place so far out of their grasp. His faux loyalty to their beliefs, however, granted them enough of a safeguard that they let him leave, believing that he would spread their views around, and maybe gain a new leader for a better world.

This made Ludwig sick. They actually expected him to shun all races but German, destroy lives, and essentially become the new Hitler? From the time he could remember, they trained him to be like this. It was his breaking point when his Patil died that he almost lost it. He is coming to this school almost broken. To him, this is an extended vacation. To them, this is the bettering of a new dictator. Wouldn’t they be surprised.

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Talent or Unique Ability: Err, I don’t think I have such things…. I was told that I am a good cook…. And I can apparently sing well, but I don’t believe that.

Best Subject/Class: German, of course, und most academics.

Worst Subject/Class:Art.

Classes Enrolled In: 2-D DesignI hate forced credit classes, Calculus, English Composition, Gym, Food Dynamics, und Forensic Science.

Clubs/Activities Joined: Cooking und Fußball clubs. ( Soccer, not Amerikkan football )

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A distant sunset, orange, cloudless sky. Grass, tall grasses. Flowers. A girl. Eyes burning. Salty tastes. Ocean? Tears. Small, padding forward. To the girl. Running now, panting, aching. Almost there. Reaching out. The fabric of her dress.

Oily, inky, disgusting blackness. Darkness. Emptiness

Ludwig awoke with a start, his surroundings bouncing annoyingly around him. “Wo bin…” He started, then snapped awake. That’s right, I’m in a car…. Heading to my new school. The past few days had been grueling for the German. First, the long, boring lecture he received about how to act in America, what to do, what they expect of him, etcetera, etcetera. Then, as if God himself was frowning upon him, his closest relative, not blood relative even, had died, leaving him with a large hole in his heart, and a rusty iron cross around his neck. He didn’t even have a chance to attend the funeral before he was ushered away on his plane, a wooden box clutched in his fist from the lawyer.

The whole situation hurt, emotionally and physically, as he caught himself clutching the iron cross especially hard, creating small embrasures in his hand. Deep blue orbs looked to the cross, observing the rusted edges overlapping the silver border. When they got to the school, he wondered, maybe he should take it to get cleaned. After all, it was the one thing that connected him to his family, and his past. He didn’t want to break it.

The only thing to peel Ludwig’s eyes from the melancholy pulling effect the cross had on his conscience was the shadow of the school, the car finally slowing infront of a majestic building. “This…. This is it then, my new life.” He uttered, swinging the car door open, and moved to the gravel sidewalk, the rocks protesting his sudden stepping. Crunch crunch crunch. Ludwig retrieved his bags. Crunch crunch crunch. “I wonder…. How life will be from now on.” Was the last thought to pop in Ludwig’s mind as he entered the large building, quickly replaced by confusion about where his dorm was.

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Name:

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Age/Birthday: [/color] 19/November 14th

Timezone: [/color] Central.

Contact Info: [/color] AIM: RelentlessSmirk
MSN(Preferred): [e-mail]
Skype: PapaBearFeli

Anything Else: [/color] Hi, I’m awesome, that’s all you need to know, and if you TF2, hit me up son. I need moar TF2 buddies damn.

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[[ YEAH DON'T EXPECT SWEDEN'S TO BE THIS INTRICATE I WROTE THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MELANCHOLY MUSIC (DEATHCABFORAWESOME) AND BEING TIRED AS BALLS. Hopefully this is okay. ]]