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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:28 pm
Full Name: Cristof Harper
Nickname: Cristof. Anything else earns you silence.
Birth Date: 11/05/2007
Birth Place: Moscow, Russia
Identified Nationality: American (USA)
Age: 15
Race: Unknown/mutt
Build or Body Type: Tall, slim.
General Description: Cristof is 'aristocratic'. This means he has high eyebrows, sharp features with a slightly hooked nose, thin lips, and cheekbones that any model would absolutely die for. If you asked him about his looks, he would bemoan the fact that he was, sadly, much more masculine looking than he would like to, simply because one couldn't be as flamboyant as he wanted to be while 'looking like an elf.' While his features can make him look a bit out of place, they seem to assist his flamboyant personality, and he looks absolutely gorgeous when he smiles. Thankfully, he smiles a lot.
He is tall and slim, with no muscle definition whatsoever until you reach his legs. Cristof is basically a seal: sleek, smooth, and playful, but not very muscular looking as a whole. He has the average strength of a teenage boy, but he doesn't work out or fight, and prefers to groom himself than to rish bruising himself. He already has enough bruises and scars from outside sources, thank you. Cristof has light brown skin, and darker reddish/brown hair that goes to just below his earlobes. His hair is naturally curly and poofy, and he uses product to keep it in order, and from frizzing in any sorts of weather.
Most people notice his eyes first. They are a deep emerald - not hazel at all. Green. Lush, wild dense grass green. They stand out as a shock against his skin and the curly hair, and he's rather defensive over them. When people ask him if they're fake (which is often), they usually get a short lived glare and a curt, "No." Cristofs eyes also have a slight epicanthic fold, which may indicate some sort of Asian heritage, possibly descending from the Kazakh people of Russia, if that was where his mother was born and raised.
Clothing Style: Cristof has no set wardrobe save for 'classy'. He wears all color of the rainbow (only when they match), with all sorts of materials. He owns a pair or two of jeans, although they cost more than should be allowable. Cristof loves button up shirts, although the t-shirts he owns make him look casual and very attractive.
His favorite material is leather. Most of his shoes are made of the stuff, and he has countless amounts of leather chokers and wrist bands, along with a pair of fingerless gloves. In his words, "If it once cried, I'll eat and wear it."
This is also the reason his mother forbade him to reproduce.
"Heavens forbid you get peckish one day," She had said to her snickering son.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:31 pm
Historical
Cristof was born in Moscow, Russia to a fourteen year old girl on November 5, 2007. She was of mixed heritage, and his father is unknown. It was her youth that kept him from being aborted: the girl hadn't known she was pregnant until it was too late to do so without severely injuring herself. So, he was left at an orphanage about three hours after he was born.
Even though the orphanage was understaffed, and there wasn't much to go around, special attention was paid to the infants. They weren't coddled very much, or fed as much as they technically should have been due to the severe thinning of funds, but they never starved or were neglected. The chances infants would be adopted out were far higher than the older children, so it was better to care of them to keep those chances high.
Cristof was one of the lucky ones. His mother was not addicted to drugs or alcohol, and she had no STDs that were passed on to him. He was not abused at the orphanage and, even if he had been, he was three years old when he left and wouldn't have remembered it anyway.
According to Russian law, he was put up for adoption when he was a year old, to the day. He didn't look like the other Russian children, and he was severely whiny, so even if there had been parents in Russia willing to adopt a young boy, the chances were slim that he would have been chosen.
His life changed a month after his second birthday. In order to put him up for adoption to foreign parents, he had to be labeled 'defective'. His caretakers labeled him ADHD, even though he was just a toddler. Cristof would have no other chance but to stay in the system unless a foreign couple adopted him.
Two weeks before Christmas 2009, a couple from America came to see a child they were interested in adopting and to explore the orphanage. The husband of the couple was more interested in sanitary conditions, but the wife was watching the children. She saw two year old Cristof shaking one of the girl’s ragdolls and informed her husband to forget about the other child - she wanted Cristof.
It took eleven months to adopt him, but on November 15, 2010, he went to upstate New York with his new mother and father, Marjorie and Thomas Harper. They were a well to do family; Thomas invented a new sort of cement, and Marjorie was a housewife.
Cristof started school when he was four, but was held back a year because of his limited English (he had the grasp of the language akin to two to three year old). He was off to a rocky start, but once he began to master English, his grades skyrocketed, and he quickly climbed to the top of his class. By the time the aliens arrived, he had the highest GPA in his grade, and had starred as Icabod in his elementary schools performance of the play.
He was raised without religion, but instead with a strict code of morals similar to the Ten Commandments. Do not kill, do not lie, do not disobey Mother or Father, have manners, etc, etc. Cristof does not believe in any sorts of god, and does not seek spiritual enlightenment.
When the aliens arrived, Cristof was eight years old. His 8th birthday had been celebrated with twenty of his classmates, pony rides, and face painting (Cristof often said afterwards that this was the start of his sissy boy lifestyle). Just a few weeks later, the attacks occurred. His family survived due to his mothers’ belief in karma, and a deep basement made out of steel and the cement his father invented. Their entire extended family was killed, and Cristof later learned that his orphanage had been one of the many destroyed as well.
His mother had felt bad for the aliens when they were held, and ridiculed, firmly believing that it was not right to treat any being in such a manner. That's where the karma had kicked in. She had listened to Prinwaltz and his speeches while Cristof was younger, but Thomas had ordered her to keep such propaganda away from their son.
During the killings, he ate his words.
Afterwards, they had gone about living their lives, and when Cristof had been fifteen, his mother applied for him to SSoS due to the harassment her son was receiving at the school he had been going to.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:34 pm
Mental and Emotional
Personality: Cristofs default mood is energetic. He enjoys life, and knows just how precious it is, and how lucky he was to still be alive. Pleasing and amusing people is a past time, and it can take him a while to see the serious flaws in other people. He can see a grumpy personality (and indeed, he likes people who are grumpy), but if someone is abusive, verbally or emotionally, it isn't blaringly obvious to him. He loves people, being with people, and talking. He tries to surround himself with people, but never attempts to hold them any closer than mere aqquaintinces. Cristof is just as in touch with his emotions as any other fifteen year old boy - which means he doesn't think about it too much. It worries his mother that Cristof doesn't have any real friends. He loves to talk.
He's adept at chattering on without seeming to say anything at all. A keen listener can pick out the intelligence behind the chatter, but most don't bother to try. Who wants to listen to things like, "More's the pity, pet, I don't see what those jeans do for you. Honestly." all day?
To put it bluntly, Cristof is flaming. He grew up to be the flamboyantly sparkling fairy who flounced, gave nicknames, hand-flaps, and breathed the word 'pouf' into being. One use of the word 'sweets' earned him a punch squarely in the nose at school. He had always been picky about his appearance, but once the hormones hit, he came out and embraced who he wanted to be with open arms. One of his mothers teachings was, 'Be who you are, or you will never be you.
He doesn't wear rainbows or have anything remotely 'gay pride' on him, nor is he promiscuous as is the common assumption of young gay men. Cristof knows how he acts impacts how people treat him. Upon meeting him, the reaction ranges from indifference to immediate homophobia, but he attempted to act 'butch' when he was fourteen years old after a rather severe beaten. He had insinuated to a boy who was about to beat him anyway that the boy wanted him sexually, and as a result... Well, his nose was broken for a while and he couldn't walk straight for a week or so. Him trying to act like a manly man was akin to Armand from The Birdcage trying to 'smear' on his toast.
So, he embraces who he is and says to hell with the people who think otherwise.
Cristof is charismatic, despite it all. While he can't quite turn off the flames, he can be very persuasive and manipulative when it comes to getting something he wants. He is not above lying to get whatever it is, and does not feel guilt afterward. This is commonly known as being a snake in the grass. To date, he has never been caught in the act of lying, and if anything had ever been discovered, it has yet to be brought to his attention. Because of this, he's rather cocky with his talents.
Emotional: Being Written.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:36 pm
Roleplaying Sample In progress
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:39 pm
Credits
SSoS: Tooaya
Cristof: All mine, baby.
Page Layout: Indu. <3 Thanks, luvvar.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:44 pm
Rowr. And now I clean the kitchen before mother gets home. Rest will be done later tonight.
-=scurries=-
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