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 Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:03 pm
  Name: Kreszant Saint Class: 1B Family Business: Automobiles, museums Club: Thespian Society [pending]
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:12 pm
ooc.
28 märz 09 - okay, gonna finish this. today.
04 juli 09 - won kreszant in the reopening flat! 8D
ic.
28 märz 09 - WTFFFFFFFFFF
14 februar 09 - recieved valentines gift; headphones, cds, chocolates. gave chocolates to carrot.
2 november 09 - had fight with carrot. b*****d.
04 juli 09 - accepted to ouran. later: updated entry. noticed nonseq prospective misunderstanding.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:31 pm
  Name: Kreszant Saint
Gender: Male
Birthdate: 12 September
Horoscope: Virgo
Height: 167.5cm
Blood Type: AB
Skills: Mechanics of all sorts, engineering
AIM: ksaint191
Strong Subjects: Mathematics, Physical Education
Previous Schools:
Favorite Foods: Weißbrot (white bread) with peanut butter, french fries with mustard, stollen (fruitcake with marzipan), nimono (savory stews or soups)
Favorite Drinks: Wild cherry pepsi, diet coke, raspberry lemonade
Disliked Food: Anything with a lot of dairy (allergic), esp. pizza
Favorite colour: Jewel-tones, metal-tones, esp. silver and emerald
Fear: Asthenophobia- fear of fainting or weakness
Chiraptophobia- fear of being touched
Dishabiliophobia- fear of undressing in front of another
Personality: He's kind of a dumbass. Given to impulsive decisions and acting without fully considering the consequences, Kreszant doesn't really think in a linear fashion ('if this happens, then this must happen'). He thinks rather like this: 'This happened. I want to do that' completely ignoring the fact that 'this' might indicate that 'that' would be a bad idea. That tends to get him in a lot of trouble, and he's not good at getting out of it, since he has about as much of a talent for lying as he does for actually thinking things through. Actually, he's the kind of guy you go to if you want a completely honest opinion- if you know you look fat in something, don't go to him for reassurance because he'll just say, “Cha. You look fat in that.”
(That b*****d.)
If there was a 'professional loafer' club, he would join it. He tends to do as much as he needs to get by, but no more; his free time, he would rather use for his hobbies instead of making the extra jump for the point that would bring something to the next level. For instance, if a paper had to be at least three pages long, it would be three pages to the word. Not a pixel would go into the range of page four. Obviously, though, he does put his full effort into the things he decides are worthwhile: Mathematics and engineering.
Though he claims to hate everything about his family's business, secretly he looks forward to taking over the automobile half of the assets. He enjoys the attention he garners from the other students when he proclaims his disdain for the works of his parents, and does that specifically because he's an attention whore.
History: Kres was born in Berlin and raised in between that city and Nagano. His mother was a Japanese “idol” at one point, and his father the oldest son of a German car manufacturing company. He had a fairly quiet childhood, switching between the two homes; as a result, he speaks fluent German and Japanese. When he was five, his mother gave birth to fraternal twins- a boy and a girl. The twins were a premature birth, and so required much of their caregivers' attentions; in reaction, Kreszant began to act out. Though he was in no way neglected, he had been used to full and undivided attention. He got the attention he desired, but never quite grew out of his disobedience.
As he grew older, his parents made him more aware of what would happen after they died. His younger sister would inherit the museums, in share with the second son, who was developmentally challenged by the premature birth. They had noted his 'flair for public attraction'- in other words, his attention whoring- and thought he would be best suited to run the automobile half of their assets. Since, he's been (secretly) working quite hard at the business of learning business and engineering.
And the mask? He just wears that for the attention it garners.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:45 pm
just a collection of kres-reminding songs.
the link is pending
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 12:23 am
Name: Wolfram Saint
Relation: Father
Nationality: German
Kres's Opinion: My old man. He likes to b***h to me about responsibility and crap like that, like I care. Heh, well, I like the house he's built, though. Secretly, I really can't wait to take his place.
Name: Amiko Saint nee Yamagishi
Relation: Mother
Nationality: Japanese
Kres's Opinion: 'kaa-san. She's a good person, just a little... Eh, what's the word? Stupid. And cold. Oh, and she likes my sister better than me. Yeah... She makes me play some stupid antiquated instrument from like, ******** China. Ugh.
Name: Otonashi Saint
Relation: Sister
Nationality: German-Japanese
Kres's Opinion: Little sister. Frickin' prodigy in everything except the things I'm good at. Irritating, too. Thinks she's so smart. D<
Name: Wolfram Saint II
Relation: Brother
Nationality: German-Japanese
Kres's Opinion: Why is the second son Wolfram Junior? I don't approve. Anyway, he's retarded. I don't pay much attention to him.
friends
Name: Connor Dietrich
Class: 1B
Stance: positive, close
Kres's Opinion: Why am I thinking about this ******** when I don't have to? Well, I guess he's my best friend. He knows about just about everything- the stupid qin, my retarded siblings, and my dairy allergy. Even though we fight a lot I think we're pretty close. Knowing this a*****e, I'm probably wrong.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 12:25 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 12:26 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:10 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:13 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:14 am
Prompt Number Chosen: 3: cheese
Prompt Reply:
The thing in the box mocked him. He could see it in every single pore, every curve, every minuscule dip in the expensive wax wrapping. The gibe was even in the damn perky handwriting on the packaging. 'In Switzerland. Thinking of you, dumbass.' Obviously, though, the sender of the package wasn't thinking of Kreszant. Must be thinking of some other dumbass, because he was lactose intolerant. While he understood and acknowledged stupidity in himself, general idiocy on the behalf of others was something he was not well equipped to deal with. Sending the lactose intolerant kid a round of Swiss- very nice swiss, he was sure- happened to be one of the most moronic things he could think of to do. He picked up the box and walked over to the edge of the balcony outside his room. The box of cheese, he held as far away from himself as his arms allowed.
Kreszant didn't have to deal with this. He could pick up the cheese and bring it to his dad, sans the note, and essentially re-gift it. The idiot who sent it probably thought he was being really funny. Like the time when that moron stole his mask- probably thinking to cause a huge commotion, Phantom of the Opera-esque, with whatever hideous deformity was hiding under it. Wasn't that b*****d surprised when there was nothing wrong with his face? He just liked to wear a mask.
Actually, the round of cheese looked really dynamic. Aerodynamic, that is, and he would know, because he'd spent the entire day today watching cars being tested for pressure drag and reading the results. Hefting the box, he examined it from all angles. Yes, Kres decided, this box and the cheese inside just longed to fly.
He drew his arms back (still keeping the cheese as far from himself as possible) and then hurled it over the edge of the balcony. The flying cheese was a gorgeous sight as it spiraled over and over itself, loosening itself from its wooden case and spinning free, free, free--
and hitting someone in the head at the bottom of the glorious arc. Kres ran inside. Maybe they wouldn't know it was him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:26 am
 in the manner of my lovely koko, i don't really care if you post or not. please just don't be all unhappy- making about it. also in the manner of the koko, if kres is ever seen as 'for sale', it's a prank. he is mine mine and mine alone. ouran {c} bisco hatori ouran shop {ip} melodine cantus, kaiyumi, dragain kreszant {c} me kreszant's art {c} luka aizel
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