Traian, Aurel Fane, "Crown"ing Glory

[Aurel Fane Traian]

THEroleplayer*

Name:Kaitlyn
Age: 16
Experience: Almost Four Years on and off, with experience in The United Literates.
Other Character(s): None

THEroleplayed *

FULLname: Aurel Fane Traian
EXTRAalias: Fane
TOTALyears: Seventeen
THEgrade: Junior
SEXUALorientation: Pansexual (or Rather, will screw anything within reach)
HISaspirations:Musician (Violinist)

HOWgorgeous *

THEhair: Blonde. Chopped with a razor once or twice to create messy ends
THEeyes: Bleak and rich brown
THEskin: Fair by Nature, almost to a ridiculous point.
THEweight: 136 Pounds
THEheight: 5 Feet, Seven Inches

OVERALLappearance: Everything about this boy emulates a coolly seductive vibe. From his chopped off, razored blonde hair to his long and delicate fingers. Due to his Romanian origins and pale skin, he's been deemed a vampire, but that of course is ridiculous. Vampires don't exist. But, if there ever was one to exude that lifestyle, it would be Aurel. His waist and long legs are always accentuated by the perfect pair of designer jeans or leather pants. Aurel's slim chest is usually swathed in a sultry blue or silken red, and for a boy he's rather high fashion.

A model's pout is the average setting of his angular face, or knife-blade cheekbones quirked into a seductive grin. Aurel doesn't really consider himself perfect, but he's almost positive he comes damn close. His high forehead slopes easily down into a high bridged nose. On either side of the almost too big appendage are deep set blue eyes, smoldering from behind thin lashes and a wolf's sneer.

Though not the burliest of lads, Aurel carries himself like he's the master of you and everything you own. His square shoulder's he pulls back, his long back arched with rather nice posture (drilled into his brain by a maniacal Violin instructor). He travels about in slow, lazy movements, similar to the exotic Romanian drawl in his voice. Aurel does everything like he may throw you down and have his way with you right then, but manages to keep himself in check. He uses everything he has---His talent, his looks, even his heritage to press into one single pointed appearance that speaks thus: I'll always have you. You'll always be mine. But you can never have me.

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PERSONABLEperson *

[b]PERSONALinterests: Aurel enjoys first and foremost his art. Playing violin is his life. He also takes exceptional pleasure in making other's uncomfortable (particularly professors) and pushing whatever limits he can find. Like all high school age teens, Aurel enjoys a long night on the town with friends, partying or what have you; but he also finds happiness in random moments of solitude. He likes to read and even dabbles in composing (however he isn't very good, don't tell anyone).
PETpeeves: Aurel is quick to temper, especially with young children and those characterized with impudence. He can't stand to be made fun of, being of a proud nature. This includes any ill mention of his heritage ("Hey, seen Uncle Dracula lately?" for example). He considers his tastes towards music rather open, but country music simply infuriates him. Any ill use of a violin, even when disguised as a fiddle is rather preposterous in Aurel's eyes. Top on the list of Aurel's pet peeves? Whosoever shall dare to ignore him or deny him what he wants.
THEhabits: If being a bisexual brat from hell counts as a habit, then there's Aurel for you. He's always been prone to temper tantrums and that includes fits of storming, screaming, and other various public displays of anger. His accent is incredibly thick, even after five years in America, so Aurel has taken to speaking with his hands. He'll stick his tongue between his pearly whites as he thinks, or drum his long fingers against his chest just to hear the hallow beat. Also if Aurel sees something he likes human wise, he'll flirt with it, just a bad habit I suppose.
AFRAIDof: What Aurel fears most of all is that he will be forgotten. He is a firm believer that gods are made on the lips of man, if he's forgotten, and then he won't be immortal. He's also rather edgy around heights, but anything can be overcome by squeezing shut one's eyes. As a child Aurel's young friends were attacked by a bird (a goose really), and so he's taken on a subconscious fear of all waterfowl. He can't seem to let go of that little knot of stage fright, fearing that imperfection will set in. Like another other red blooded human at one point or another, Aurel also fears utter, bleak darkness.
LIFEgoals: Aurel always has dreamt of being perfect, but since that's quite impossible, he's settled on some more achievable goals. He wants to graduate with honors, rearrange the laws of fashion, and of course, be a famous violinist.



ALLpersonality: Aurel exudes three things: "A" Sex, confidence, and more sex. He's been told since the day he was born he could do anything and he firmly believes it. His nickname "Fane", meaning "Crown" in Romanian, stems from his insatiable desire to succeed—monetarily or otherwise. He's snobbish, arrogant, yet surprisingly self-aware. He carries himself like a seventeenth century aristocrat, and his seductive and intellectual personality seeps through in all aspects of his self.

When these beliefs are challenged, Aurel is quick to temper. Equipped with a foreign language and a low does of stinging wit, Aurel is more likely to curse you in his home tongue than waist his energy actually screaming things you can understand. He's a true diva at heart, stocking his anger arsenal with tactics like the cold shoulder, sleeping with you significant other, or going all Nancy Kerrigan on your ass and having someone beat you in the knee with a lead pipe. All things considered, Aurel shouldn't be crossed. "B"

However he may seem, Aurel isn't as smart as he comes off. He's actually quite challenged academically. His extended vocabulary and seemingly endless fount of quotes, random facts, and allusions come from reading mountains and mountains of books. He's learned that mankind up for one's imperfections (however little they may be in his eyes), comes with excelling in other things. These are the ways Aurel deals with his ocean of insecurities. Shutting them in and postering them up as other talents. "C"Clever isn't it? What a fantastic caricature of perfection he is.

ALMOSTforgotten *

PATERNALinfluence: Stefan Dmytri Traian
MATERNALinfluence: Helene Olivia Mierbachev-Traian
SIBLINGrivalry: One Hellish brat is enough. Aurel is the sole heir to the Traian name

OVERALLhistory:
Born to two well-to do upper class parents in a medieval inn at the heart of the village Sighisoara ("Zig-ish-shwar-ah"), Transylvania, Aurel was well off from the day he was born. A beautiful pale-skinned baby, he was spoiled rotten. Aurel's mother had never had formal schooling, taking up as a street performer instead. Aurel inherited whatever little academic talent he had from his father, a Romanian born neurologist. Sadly, the smart genes didn't rub off on Aurel...but the musical one's did. Aurel touched his mother's violin for the first time at the age of eight, the retired street rat taught him how to hold it, how to coax out each beautiful sound. Though he'd always felt his life was seriously lacking in certain departments, he filled up whatever holes he had in his soul with art. Literature (particularly Kafka and Shakespeare), Theatre and especially Classical music.

Aurel's father was obviously disappointed in his non-genius son, but was thrilled that his beloved wife had found a kindred musical spirit in their child. Deciding that if he couldn't be a scientific genius, he would be a musical one, Aurel was shipped off to schooling all about Eastern Europe. From ages ten to fourteen Aurel traveled all over, gleaning all he could from anyone that would teach. When he returned home, his mother and father had a new adventure for him: The United States. Aurel's next destination was Wilde Boarding School for boys.

Aurel spent a year accommodating to the states with a host family. It was here he learned what his personality could do. Aurel was always taught that his bedroom ease and cool smile were the norm, learning these behaviors from his father, a bright and well accomplished man. Living with a middle class Californian Family proved to Aurel that he could shine out among his peers now. A thick accent and pale skin could earn him looks from girls as well as boys. It was at this time he learned that taking up with men was far more fun than taking up with girls...

Aurel eventually enrolled in Wilde Boarding, honing his skills with his new violin and still keeping hold of the instrument his mother played on the streets of Sighisoara. Since then his parents have separated, his father continuing his science alone and his mother re-marrying the man she'd always said she should have married. It doesn't faze Aurel too much, though he wished he would have been notified that his mother was going to marry his father's best friend. However that may be, Aurel see's his senior year at the school full of opportunity, hopefully his itch for scandal won't ruin it.

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Max collapsed into a chair in the kitchen of Athena's, arm hanging limply at his side. He placed his tray on his chest and huffed a huge sigh. He'd been working the entire dinner shift that evening, which means he'd been there since four o'clock. It was currently around nine thirty. December was Athena's busiest month because of the holidays...that and everyone seemed to want to propose to their loved one in this season. Max was supposed to have been out a eight, but they were swamped and he couldn't bring himself to just walk out.

He was wearing the normal uniform. A tuxedo minus the bow tie and jacket. His soft brown hair was pulled back into a small ponytail to keep his hairs from getting in anyone's food (or keep people from ACCUSING him of having his hairs in their food). Max groaned when a little blonde girl walked by to say her cousin just called something about how she was having a baby and Max would have to take over the tables.

"Okay Okay...Congratulate the parents for me..." he said tiredly, rubbing his temples with guitar calloused fingers. The waitress kissed him on the cheek, told him he was a doll and blahblahblah before she swooped out of the restaurant like a bird of vengeance.

Max rolled his shoulders once or twice, adjusted the name tag that read "Maximillian" and went back out into the main area of Athena's. There were several people waiting to be seated and he motioned to the greeter that he could seat the next person.

[Aiden Harrison Wells]

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