Post by kvothevonbiermann on Mar 21, 2013 12:43:54 GMT -5
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Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Kvothe
Age ;;[/color] 11
Birthday ;;[/color] July 4th
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Trivia
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 1
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Appearance ;;[/color] Kvothe Von Biermann stands at a lanky 127 centimeters tall. (50 inches) His body has long wire muscles that do not show unless they are stressed. His large hands and feet clue others in that Kvothe will be a giant whenever he hits his growth spurt. The hair upon his head lays at three inches long appearing dirty red. Kvothe's hair is rarely comb but lays roughly in the same place in a somewhat tamed manner anyways, whenever he is not wearing a silken purple wizarding hat or helmet. Biermann's eyes glow with a arctic blue that fixates anyone who looks into them to long. Kvothe's pale skin reveals how much time he lacked as an outdoors man. His clothing when not in uniform consist of loose robes that match his odd color hat trimmed with a crimson touch. His black loafers have wooden souls that clip and clopped as Kvothe walks. Kvothe never seems to change his wardrobe and his closet mimics that of cartoon character.
Personality ;;[/color] Kvothe is a bookworm and loves to read. Always armed with a book at his side as he walks around. The material which the book is about does not matter. Some of the more stranger subjects he has been seen reading include romance novels, cook books, old math text books, pharmaceutical guides, legal contracts, and American Tax Law. His love for books is only surpass by his love of the arcane arts. A clear sign that Kvothe is the son of Trivia is how quickly he learns magic and effectively he wields it. Socially awkwardness and pure lack of dexterity causes him to blunder in front of most people. The words he speaks with often are bulky and come out awkward. Kvothe's eyes are filled with curiosity and creativity. The young wizard's curiousity always has to be fulfilled and the need for learning is an addiction to him. He takes questions very literary and answers the question that is asked, not the question a person means. Kvothe rarely takes interest in social gatherings and other people's interest unless someone makes a deal to pay him in either books, some form of knowledge he does not yet know, or protection. Kvothe avoids conflict unless instigated severely by another party. (Stealing of his books, physical abuse to his body, or calling him useless) The only time he really seeks out social interaction is when he is close to running out of material to read or study to serve as a distraction. Even when he seeks the distraction of social interaction, Kvothe will not say the first word. The young boy is the type to speak last in group conversations, but will interject if deemed appropriate (incorrect information giving). Kvothe's mind and body are design for magical combat and not martial combat. He is cool and confident in battle when armed only with his spell component pouch and his mind. Kvothe trembles, gets sweaty and nervous, and looses dexterity when forced to fight with the traditional Roman mind set.
Family ;;[/color] Kvothe's mother is Trivia. His great great grandfather was Mercury. The name of his father is Egon Biermann.
History ;;[/color] Egon Bierman served the legion for ten years just like his father before him and his father before him. Egon was never the best soldier, but he was never the worst either. Since the birth of Egon's grandfather the Bierman family served the legion for ten years and then went back home to germany to run the family tavern for the rest of their days. When Egon got back from his time in the legion other things peak his interest instead of just the brewing of alcohol and serving it. Egon became interested in magic and folklore of his nation. To keep a long story short, he meet Trivia at a old bookstore and ending up having a one night stand with her and that was all he thought it was. Till Kvothe showed up on his doorstep with a note. “Hey, this is our kid you decide what should be done about him.” Egon took the child in and raised him.
Kvothe, just like all his fathers before him, was raised in the family tavern. Egon thought that Kvothes gift of being adept at learning to read languages was just like the family gift of learning and understanding languages. At least until Kvothe got his hands on an old book Egon picked up on the night that Egon met Trivia. Kvothe cast his first spell the day he found that book. Since that time Egon fed Kvothe's curiosity with books. Kvothe ended up being home school from the time he was five. Kvothe learned everything he could ever needed to know from the books that he read and his father taught him other skills. (Brewing, lawyering, and the barkeeper's code) When Kvothe turned of age of joining the legion, Egon sent Kvothe off to the wolf's house. His father sent him away with two goals. The first goal was to serve the legion to the best of his abilities. The second goal is to make an alcohol so tasteful, pleasurable, and flavorful that it would cause anybody that drinks it to have their eyes role to the back of their head from it being so good.
Kvothe had a wruff time at the wolf's house. A child that had hardly been outside in his whole life was forced to survive. Kvothe nearly die many times there, but he always managed to make it through the skin of his teeth. It took him a while to get use to the physical abilities required of him to join the legion as a roman. Kvothe needed additional time to make it ust due to the fact that he was just that out of shaped. Kvothe made it to the legion at the age of ten and an half. Kvothe served with the region for about a year after he made it to camp Jupiter.
Kvothe fulfilled all of his duties during his first year as he could. Kvothe didn't have a problem with the duties, but beyond them Kvothe did not socialize at all. He kept to himself and his books. Kvothe also took the time to secretly practice the art of brewing to accomplish his father's second goal that was set for him. His father sent him a letter and a camera in the mail recently that asked to see a picture of him and his friends. Kvothe not wanting to disappoint his father, Kvothe is now on the hunt for some friends to get his father off of his back. [/blockquote]
Reading;;[/color] All of them (Including the Kane Chronicles if you include the cameos)
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 4
Sample RP ;;[/color] Kvothe Von Biermanlook around again amongst the sea for some sort of saving grace. The young wizard could feel his life force fade for the pass couple of days that he was stranded here. So far from the vital things that made life worth living for. So Far from the things that make life worth living for. Kvothe felt the sun glare down upon his head with such an intense hatred that one would believe that Apollo was upset with him. The sun did nothing to aid his thirst as he laid his back staring at the sun. His heart pumped blood slower and slower these days making Kvothe believe he was close to the edge of death. He looked at his trembling hands and began to fear for his life. Kvothe's eyes searched the sea again for any kind of hope and then his eyes caught it. The glimpse of hope he had been waiting for was in sight.
Kvothe rushed over as fast as he could pushing debris and other junk out of his way and held up his salvation. His pupils diliated when he saw the tittle of the book that he held in his hand, “Twilight.” No surely his addiction to literature had came to this. This book that he heard so much about. About how wrong and horrible “Twilight” was. Was Kvothe this far gone that he needed to read bad literature to feed his addiction. His hands tremble going towards the poison that he dropped. Surely, surely the only rumors were exaggerated right? They had to be. His hands touch the book again and a chill went up his spine with dark whispers entering his mind. “Do it. How can this be so wrong. I mean look at you. You are trembling with excitement. Wasn't this what you have been thirsting for” Kvothe opened the book and sat back down on his makeshift reading bed. In about fifty minutes, his face began to turn green until he threw the book into the fireplace and started yelling curses at it as it was set ablaze.
Kvothe then realized he had a problem as he watched the book turn to ash. Hyperventilating he looked around slowly to all the books in his hidden room. Kvothe needed help if his addiction had gotten so bad that his mind would lead him to believe that it was alright for him to read bad literature like that. Kvothe got up from his bed and walked to the door and open it. Kvothe walked back to camp Jupiter in remorse. Maybe, just maybe, Kvothe learned that trying to escape reality in books so much is bad for his health.
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[/color] Kvothe Von Biermann
Name ;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] Kvothe
Age ;;[/color] 11
Birthday ;;[/color] July 4th
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demigod
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Trivia
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 1
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Max Charles
Appearance ;;[/color] Kvothe Von Biermann stands at a lanky 127 centimeters tall. (50 inches) His body has long wire muscles that do not show unless they are stressed. His large hands and feet clue others in that Kvothe will be a giant whenever he hits his growth spurt. The hair upon his head lays at three inches long appearing dirty red. Kvothe's hair is rarely comb but lays roughly in the same place in a somewhat tamed manner anyways, whenever he is not wearing a silken purple wizarding hat or helmet. Biermann's eyes glow with a arctic blue that fixates anyone who looks into them to long. Kvothe's pale skin reveals how much time he lacked as an outdoors man. His clothing when not in uniform consist of loose robes that match his odd color hat trimmed with a crimson touch. His black loafers have wooden souls that clip and clopped as Kvothe walks. Kvothe never seems to change his wardrobe and his closet mimics that of cartoon character.
Personality ;;[/color] Kvothe is a bookworm and loves to read. Always armed with a book at his side as he walks around. The material which the book is about does not matter. Some of the more stranger subjects he has been seen reading include romance novels, cook books, old math text books, pharmaceutical guides, legal contracts, and American Tax Law. His love for books is only surpass by his love of the arcane arts. A clear sign that Kvothe is the son of Trivia is how quickly he learns magic and effectively he wields it. Socially awkwardness and pure lack of dexterity causes him to blunder in front of most people. The words he speaks with often are bulky and come out awkward. Kvothe's eyes are filled with curiosity and creativity. The young wizard's curiousity always has to be fulfilled and the need for learning is an addiction to him. He takes questions very literary and answers the question that is asked, not the question a person means. Kvothe rarely takes interest in social gatherings and other people's interest unless someone makes a deal to pay him in either books, some form of knowledge he does not yet know, or protection. Kvothe avoids conflict unless instigated severely by another party. (Stealing of his books, physical abuse to his body, or calling him useless) The only time he really seeks out social interaction is when he is close to running out of material to read or study to serve as a distraction. Even when he seeks the distraction of social interaction, Kvothe will not say the first word. The young boy is the type to speak last in group conversations, but will interject if deemed appropriate (incorrect information giving). Kvothe's mind and body are design for magical combat and not martial combat. He is cool and confident in battle when armed only with his spell component pouch and his mind. Kvothe trembles, gets sweaty and nervous, and looses dexterity when forced to fight with the traditional Roman mind set.
Family ;;[/color] Kvothe's mother is Trivia. His great great grandfather was Mercury. The name of his father is Egon Biermann.
History ;;[/color] Egon Bierman served the legion for ten years just like his father before him and his father before him. Egon was never the best soldier, but he was never the worst either. Since the birth of Egon's grandfather the Bierman family served the legion for ten years and then went back home to germany to run the family tavern for the rest of their days. When Egon got back from his time in the legion other things peak his interest instead of just the brewing of alcohol and serving it. Egon became interested in magic and folklore of his nation. To keep a long story short, he meet Trivia at a old bookstore and ending up having a one night stand with her and that was all he thought it was. Till Kvothe showed up on his doorstep with a note. “Hey, this is our kid you decide what should be done about him.” Egon took the child in and raised him.
Kvothe, just like all his fathers before him, was raised in the family tavern. Egon thought that Kvothes gift of being adept at learning to read languages was just like the family gift of learning and understanding languages. At least until Kvothe got his hands on an old book Egon picked up on the night that Egon met Trivia. Kvothe cast his first spell the day he found that book. Since that time Egon fed Kvothe's curiosity with books. Kvothe ended up being home school from the time he was five. Kvothe learned everything he could ever needed to know from the books that he read and his father taught him other skills. (Brewing, lawyering, and the barkeeper's code) When Kvothe turned of age of joining the legion, Egon sent Kvothe off to the wolf's house. His father sent him away with two goals. The first goal was to serve the legion to the best of his abilities. The second goal is to make an alcohol so tasteful, pleasurable, and flavorful that it would cause anybody that drinks it to have their eyes role to the back of their head from it being so good.
Kvothe had a wruff time at the wolf's house. A child that had hardly been outside in his whole life was forced to survive. Kvothe nearly die many times there, but he always managed to make it through the skin of his teeth. It took him a while to get use to the physical abilities required of him to join the legion as a roman. Kvothe needed additional time to make it ust due to the fact that he was just that out of shaped. Kvothe made it to the legion at the age of ten and an half. Kvothe served with the region for about a year after he made it to camp Jupiter.
Kvothe fulfilled all of his duties during his first year as he could. Kvothe didn't have a problem with the duties, but beyond them Kvothe did not socialize at all. He kept to himself and his books. Kvothe also took the time to secretly practice the art of brewing to accomplish his father's second goal that was set for him. His father sent him a letter and a camera in the mail recently that asked to see a picture of him and his friends. Kvothe not wanting to disappoint his father, Kvothe is now on the hunt for some friends to get his father off of his back. [/blockquote]
Site Alias ;;[/color] Quincy
Reading;;[/color] All of them (Including the Kane Chronicles if you include the cameos)
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 4
Sample RP ;;[/color] Kvothe Von Biermanlook around again amongst the sea for some sort of saving grace. The young wizard could feel his life force fade for the pass couple of days that he was stranded here. So far from the vital things that made life worth living for. So Far from the things that make life worth living for. Kvothe felt the sun glare down upon his head with such an intense hatred that one would believe that Apollo was upset with him. The sun did nothing to aid his thirst as he laid his back staring at the sun. His heart pumped blood slower and slower these days making Kvothe believe he was close to the edge of death. He looked at his trembling hands and began to fear for his life. Kvothe's eyes searched the sea again for any kind of hope and then his eyes caught it. The glimpse of hope he had been waiting for was in sight.
Kvothe rushed over as fast as he could pushing debris and other junk out of his way and held up his salvation. His pupils diliated when he saw the tittle of the book that he held in his hand, “Twilight.” No surely his addiction to literature had came to this. This book that he heard so much about. About how wrong and horrible “Twilight” was. Was Kvothe this far gone that he needed to read bad literature to feed his addiction. His hands tremble going towards the poison that he dropped. Surely, surely the only rumors were exaggerated right? They had to be. His hands touch the book again and a chill went up his spine with dark whispers entering his mind. “Do it. How can this be so wrong. I mean look at you. You are trembling with excitement. Wasn't this what you have been thirsting for” Kvothe opened the book and sat back down on his makeshift reading bed. In about fifty minutes, his face began to turn green until he threw the book into the fireplace and started yelling curses at it as it was set ablaze.
Kvothe then realized he had a problem as he watched the book turn to ash. Hyperventilating he looked around slowly to all the books in his hidden room. Kvothe needed help if his addiction had gotten so bad that his mind would lead him to believe that it was alright for him to read bad literature like that. Kvothe got up from his bed and walked to the door and open it. Kvothe walked back to camp Jupiter in remorse. Maybe, just maybe, Kvothe learned that trying to escape reality in books so much is bad for his health.
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