WOLFFGANG, marius-abel liesel

[MARIUS-ABEL LIESEL WOLFFGANG]

ABEL LIESEL WOLFFGANG

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I LIVE MY LIFE LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW
AND ALL I’VE GOT I HAD TO STEAL

FULL NAME: Marius-Abel Liesel Wolffgang
NICKNAMES: Marius, he prefers Abel, he hates the following: Abe, Abby, Mary, Lizzy.
AGE: Twenty-six.
SEXUALITY: Heteroromantic
MEMBER GROUP: Citizen
OCCUPATION: Criminal psychologist student, bartender.

LEAST I DON’T NEED TO BED OR BORROW
YES I’M LIVING AT A PLACE THAT KILLS

HAIR: Abel’s hair makes up for the expression he can sometimes lack. It is bleach blond in color with his natural being a more strawberry shade. There is a bit of damage to it, especially at the tips, caused by his constant bleaching. It is fair, silky and fine; seeming rather well kept. It has an abstract fruity smell to it that mixes with the soft cologne he wears. The cut of his hair is drastic and only adds to his Asian appearance. His hair is violently layered, especially at the back, and is rather long in the bangs. He keeps it, at all times, parted to the left. This allows his hair to sweep across his lean and slender face in a more masculine but "faddish" way. The cut of his bangs is angled, the shortest piece reaching just under his nose and the longest falling to his collar bone. These parts are only lightly layered in comparison to the rest of the strands. When his bangs reach his ears they start to angle upward again, which leads into the shorter pieces that cover the back of it. The right bangs are similar but not nearly as thick in set. As you get to the back of his head the layers are more extreme and visible. These bleached and damaged strands have a tendency to by styled in very many ways. If he is feeling lethargic he leaves it down. Creative or content he might spike the back and ruffle it around. He might also style it so it puffs around his head. No matter what the style he makes sure to keep his hair completely bleached; no root stripes.

EYES: His eyes, a bit deeper in set, are a smoky shade of grey that is pale and almost silvery looking. Light shades of green lick the edges of his eyes while dark and short lashes frame them.

HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 150 pounds.
SCARS: Chicken pox scars on his arms, chest, back and face and a few acne scars as well. Being a careful child, he doesn’t have very many.

TATTOOS: Marius has a total of three tattoos that he almost regrets doing. He doesn't do so well with pain so they were hard to get. The first and more simple of the three is on his right hand. A tribal dragon perches itself on his palm, wings folded calmly with its tail curling around his middle finger. It is entirely black and one of his newer ones. The second is more complex and spreads across most of his left side. It starts just under his breast and arches to rest just above his hip. It is a phoenix with its wings spread in mid flight. The color is simple enough, reds and oranges against his fair skin with finely placed shades of blue. It looks like flames with a touch of autumn leaves. The last of his tattoos makes you wonder if he was drugged when he got it (referring to his inability to stand pain). It runs down most of his back and is a tribal style the artist described as “futuristic”. Black ink runs across his shoulder blades and down his spine in a triangular shape. It is very abstract and vibrant in its black color; completely symmetrical also.

PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY BY: Shin (Cinema Bizarre).

RUNNIN’ WITH THE DEVIL
I’M GOING TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT

LIKES: drumming, conversation, leather, raves, cats, trench coats, arm warmers, chains, boots, styling his hair, crimson suits, oranges, wood carving, pocket knives, owls, his name, irony, striped sweaters, action movies, metal music, overcast days, sunglasses, clear nights, star gazing, mind puzzles, violent video games, newspapers, loud noises, busy streets, romance novels, pillows, being stared at, pom poms, making fruit trays, penguins, barber shop quartets, bus rides, traveling, languages, sewing, getting his picture taken, leather jackets, doing his hair, shocking people, old television shows, expressionism, alarm clocks, scented lotions, dyeing his hair, sweaters, tattoos, being away from his family, Spongebob, muscle shirts, dark colors, Halloween, movie theatres, funerals, web cams, Egyptian Cotton, wine, museums, old buildings, scarves, apathy, haircuts, Tim Curry movies, Guitar Hero, Rock Band, Germany, telephones, crows.

DISLIKES: people, affection, romance, pain, sex, being hit on or flirted with, his natural hair color, dogs, bugs, techno, doctors, dentists, the nickname "Lizzy" but he tolerates it, acne, personal questions, weddings, funeral visitations, computers, cell phones, television, magazines, beer, cigarettes, pork, talking to his family, contact lenses, zoos, essays, singing, having his picture taken, school, hairspray, public washrooms, public transit, museums, comedy movies, large cooperation’s, fast food, pizza, tea, flying, photographs of him, amusement parks, being yelled at, falling asleep on the bus, children and babies, dogs, fast food, salons, feet, seeing peoples' knees, disrespect toward women, people assuming he cares, feeling bored, board games, abstract art, chocolate, stuffed animals, slang, chips, shorts, sandals, public pools, cabs, cheese, bubbles, religious debates, bows, ties.

FEARS: Flying, pain, emotional attachment to people, being touched, having sex, children, dogs, doctors, dentists, his red hair, wearing glasses, sun burns, Spongebob, when people come to him for advice, his little brother, his fiancé.

SECRETS: He really doesn’t like sex, he has only has one sexual experience in his life, he sings to his cat, his like for barber shop quartets, his love for romance novels, he doesn’t really like Spongebob but he just can’t look away, he wears contact lenses, his natural hair color, he can recite the Spice World movie.

PERSONALITY:

The best way to describe Abel is one word:APATHETIC. It isn’t that he doesn’t have emotion it’s that he shows very little of it. Marius finds it very hard to relate to and understand people. He has never been able to attach himself to others, something he calls an “emotional divorce”. He, of course, isn’t completely apathetic he just seems that way. He has a rather empty outlook on life that could evolve into something more dangerous.

When it comes to RELATIONSHIPS they hardly exist with him. He feels no real need for affection or an intimate relationship. He has never found a girl he finds attractive and is confident that he is not gay, which leads him to claim he’s asexual. His affection is often awkward and embarrassing because of the care he lacks in it. But don’t get him wrong, when he opportunity comes he will engage in sexual activities. He just isn’t interested in a relationship as far as he is concerned. Marius’ emotional detachment from the world makes relationships hard to operate. He just doesn’t care about people and has little connection with them. Relationships would, no doubt, be entirely physical if they were to happen. Connecting on a personal level is difficult for him to do so he doesn’t even try a lot of the times. “Turning on” Abel is something that happens rarely unless it’s a naked girl pouncing onto him. Or something of the sort.

One of the few emotions he does show is loyalty through animalistic TERRITORIAL complexes. Sounds odd, yes, but it’s actually rather simple. When Abel finds someone he does care about and has some sort of feelings for he likes to keep them around. He grows fond of those people though you would never guess. His loyalty to the ones he does have an emotional attachment to can count on him for almost anything. Though he tends to be a bit on the territorial side. If he finds someone moving in on someone he feels is his, which isn’t really a good thought on his part, he won’t hesitate to get rid of the problem.

When those possessive and territorial moments happen Abel can get a bit on the VIOLENT side. He gets aggressive and is prone to fights. Violence amuses Abel and it’s not uncommon for him to watch or interfere on an argument or fight. His violent attitude can get rather reckless at times though he seems to do alright ignoring it.

Another thing Marius shows a lot of is SARDONY and sarcasm. He is quick witted and clever with a fondness for picking people apart. Mockery is common for him though most people assume it’s out of endearment. Whether he actually means the things he says or not is as good as anyone’s guess. His humor can be hard to read at times, sometimes dry while other times it’s obvious. His clever mind doesn’t just dwell in his humorous traits.

Abel is a CLEVER man in general. He is an intellect with a vast range of knowledge. He likes to study the things he is interested in to a disgusting extent. He has a sort of “Rubik’s Complex” where he had to solve things. He tends to look at the world as a puzzle and events unfolding in his life are pieces he has to place. Mind games and word puzzles are a common thing for him to take part in. He has a habit of staring at a crossword for a long period of time, attempting to place the answers in his mind before writing them down. Not until he is completely sure will he write the answers. He is slightly impatient about ones in the newspapers; he doesn’t like waiting to see if he was right.

When it comes to how people view Marius he has little CARE about it. He doesn’t register people’s opinions on himself and instead finds their comments amusing. He doesn’t really see himself as fitting into society and chooses to dress the opposite of what people are doing. Rather than blending in physically he chooses to stand out. He does, however, choose to blend in emotionally. Abel has a talent for acting and can fool most people into believing the emotions he shows are entirely true. He observes how people react to things and uses what he gathers to mimic them for himself. Though, at all times, he seems very serious and stern.

I FOUND THE SIMPLE LIFE AIN’T SO SIMPLE
WHEN I JUMPED OUT ON THAT ROAD

MOTHER: Heidi Emelie Wolffgang, 51, spinal surgeon.
FATHER: Tobias Niklas Wolffgang, 54, lawyer.
SIBLINGS:

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ORIGIN: Bremen, Germany.
HISTORY:

Tobias Wolffgang met Heidi Hagen when he was twenty two and she was nineteen. She had just started university in Bremen and he was working for her father. At first they weren’t too fond of each other; she found him arrogant and he thought of her as stuck up. So when Tobias asked Heidi out on a date she was genuinely surprised. She said yes, more to amuse herself than anything, and was shocked by how differently he acted. He was a gentleman who was very kind to her. Very different from the arrogance he showed around her father. It gave Heidi a new level of respect for him, allowing her to agree on another date.

They were a rather interesting couple who showed their care in unorthodox ways. Arguments and teasing were common, bickering and insults always following. It was, in some aspects, cute; in others, potentially dangerous. Nothing ever seemed to come out of it though.

After a few years of them dating Tobias was working in a small law firm doing a lot of dirty work while Heidi was in university with the intent of being a surgeon. Halfway through her first semester when she was twenty two she found herself pregnant. Heidi’s family was very traditional when it came to sex before marriage and didn’t approve of her having a baby before getting married. So you could say Heidi and Tobias had a shotgun wedding. Though he had planned on proposing soon anyways. They were married while she was still pregnant; a small one with just close friends and family there. It was nice and quant and suited the couple rather nicely. And a few months later they had a healthy baby boy.

Along with being traditional Heidi’s family was rather religious. They chose to name their son Makael-Cain Leon with the intent on naming any more sons they had Abel and Sonea. To the superstitious this was a bad move but to them it was a nice one. Having Makael didn’t seem to have the effect on Heidi people thought it would. They assumed she would pause her studies to care for him. She didn’t. She had had Makael early on in the summer and was more than fit to go back to school the following September. With Tobias caring for Makael in the morning and her sister coming at noon until Heidi came back it was a rather fitting set up.

This continued on for a few years before Heidi was able to be finally called a surgeon. She had just settled in Bremen’s general hospital with Tobias working his way up the lawyer ladder. Three years after the birth of their first son another was born. From the start they new Marius-Abel Liesel was different. He was a quiet and strangely serious baby who rarely fussed or cried. A few sobs here and there when hungry but that was about it. He fit surprisingly well to the strict schedule the Wolffgang’s had going on while Makael was running rampant and destroying it.

As Marius grew into a toddler his seriousness and conserved nature didn’t cease. He wasn’t into rolling in dirt and playing with trucks like his older brother. In fact he rarely spoke to his brother. He rarely spoke to anyone. The concerned parents were assured it was normal and the matter was ignored from then on. At two years old the news of another brother coming into his life was startling. His curiosity, the only thing he really shared with his brother other than genes, got the best of him when his mother started to grow in size. Those last three months of pregnancy were the most they had heard him say for a while. Abel would ask questions about his brother. How he got in there and how he would come out. Innocent things like that that his parents would answer childishly.

Heidi and Tobias hopes Marius would open up a bit more with the new baby’s arrival but he didn’t. If anything Manus-Seth Ulrich secluded him more so. He was put into preschool at age three and made a habit of ignoring all the other children. He just wasn’t interested in friends. He was very different from his brothers and his parents and that sometimes worried the couple. They feared he would be alone in his childhood though they didn’t seem to understand that he would prefer that.

To avoid Marius being alone they set up a marriage between him, at age three, and a family friends one year old daughter. The family was well off, pompous and rude though they suggested the idea of arranging a marriage between their children. It seemed to made sense to Tobias and Heidi and they complied. Marius-Abel, called either or, was to marry Sonea Marie Terra. The Terra family lived in Belgium but were American born. They consisted of three people. Prynce, the father and a hair stylist who owned his own salon, Hilary, the mother and a rather known psychiatrist and Sonea, the daughter.

As the years went on Abel remained serious and conserved. He was considerably close with the Terra family and didn’t notice his lack of deeper feelings for them. Both families were very open about the arranged marriage set between Abel and Sonea and encouraged the two spend a lot of time together. Over time Marius found himself easily irritated by Sonea’s “me me me” attitude. Her constant demands and greedy nature turned him off any friendship they may have, let alone a marriage. He never voiced these opinions, however. He knew his family would just find him someone else were he to deny Sonea and he didn’t want to risk getting someone worse.

He didn’t get along with Sonea in the slightest. When not in the presence of adults she would cut his hair, break his glasses, shove him around and break his possessions. He put up with it all for a while but eventually he snapped, shoving her off the front porch. She broke her arm and he blamed Manus, who complied after some heavy threats from Abel. It was left alone as an accident though to Sonea this meant war. They had to be careful though, the adults weren’t to find out. That didn’t stop Hilary from having some strong feelings toward Abel. She soon found herself second guessing her choice, picking out some nasty traits about Abel that she didn’t want her daughter being a part of.

As the years went on Abel and Sonea were crueler and crueler to one another behind the adults’ backs. Kit was rare for even Abel’s brothers to spot it though it did happen. Manus was easy to control, a few threats and he would shut up. But Mickael was older, nicer and much more moral to let them be so mean to one another. They had long grown out of childish things like hair cutting and moved onto more aggressive acts. At one point Sonea even went as far as to scare one of Abel’s cats into a pipe and stomp on it, crushing the cat. Abel, an avid cat lover, wouldn’t stand for this. As revenge he called Sonea to the old barn his family had on their lot and knocked out one of the support beams so that it would fall on her and hurt her. But it wasn’t Sonea who came into the barn and instead it was Mickael, who was struck in the head with the falling support beam and killed.

This scared Abel not because he killed his brother but because he felt nothing for it. He wasn’t upset in the slightest that his brother was dead. He knew that when a family member died you should feel bad but he felt very little other than relief. He was glad that his brother was gone and upset that Manus hadn’t been hit along with him. He was more than old enough to understand what he had done and even admitted to knocking out a support beam but it had been an accident; he was taking out his anger about finding his beloved cat dead. His family understood this but this worried Hilary. She saw his dangerous habits though Prynce wouldn’t budge on the arranged marriage. Sonea seemed to want it still though this was a lie. She just wanted to make Abel’s life miserable.

When Marius was sixteen, Sonea fourteen, they were given their engagement rings he was to wear at all times. He didn’t choose to wear it on his finger, however, and instead hung it on a silver chain around his neck. No one seemed to mind this since Sonea did the same. He didn’t care that he had to wear a ring but he doubted he would ever go through with the marriage. He had no interest in love or romance, emotional or physical. Teenage boys were supposed to be all over the idea of girls wile Abel had no interest in them. Females weren’t worth his time and the thought of sex never crossed his mind. In fact, it disgusted him. He was never really worried about this though.

By the time Abel was in eleventh grade, obtaining very high marks in his classes, both of his parents were very well off. They had a large house and the money to give both their sons cell phones. Abel had his license and his own car by now and was living a rather nice life. But things between Marius and his parents weren’t as successful. They just didn’t understand his mind and it made conversation and connection very difficult. He couldn’t help but want to move. He didn’t care where to so long as it was away from Sonea and away from his family. He started looking at schools farther away early on, finding random universities in America when he was going into his last year of high school.

Abel was bent on attending school in America. It was far enough away from his family and Sonea to satisfy him. While he was told he was a good writer he applied with his drumming, a hobby he had taken up as a child and practically lived for. Abel could constantly be seen with drumsticks in his hands or tapping on table tops if he wasn’t fiddling with his pocket knife. It wasn’t a future his parents wanted for him and they made that clear. They wanted their now eldest son to have a respectful and high paying job as a lawyer or doctor, not as a lousy drummer. It wasn’t like he needed their approval to attend Mayfair though. Once his acceptance came he informed his family, and Sonea’s, that he would be attending school in London. She was furious and a long and loud argument soon followed his announcement. Sure, she hated him, but she wasn’t about to let him leave Germany for London and possibly get another woman. Deep down she did love him she just didn’t want to. It hurt that he was leaving her but he didn’t care in the slightest. He went anyways and has been there for a few years now. He drummed as a hobby through his first few years of university, though he's still taking a courses so he can be a criminal psychologist.

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I GOT NO LOVE, NO LOVE YOU’D CALL REAL
AON’T GOT NOBODY WAITING AT HOME

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ALIAS: Dee
AGE: Twenty
RULE WORDS: ADMIN EDIT
EXPERIENCE: Eightish years
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NOTHING YOU CAN SING THAT CAN'T BE SUNG
nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game

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Cyril didn’t like when people, girls mostly, assumed that all guys just wanted sex. If that was all he wanted, don’t you think he would no longer be a virgin by now? He wasn’t some sort of tail chasing lecher, and didn’t know the first thing about getting girls. He must have been doing something right though, because he now had Reggie and he hadn’t even tried. It was a nice boost to his confidence, which hadn’t been much before hand. He didn’t want Reggie to think that he was some sort of pervert though, especially since he knew she had an older brother. From what he had gathered from when his little sister went on dates, older brothers were never a good thing to deal with. Cyril personally saw no problem in Celeste dating, but Jean and Marc had seemed to disagree. Dating was complicated, but Reggie made things so much easier. He was more comfortable with her than he was with anyone else, and he loved her more than anything. “Oui, but eet vas an accident zhat time,”

[/color] he pointed out. “Next time eet might not be zhough,”[/color] he smiled, though he didn’t mean it entirely. While it was a night though, he wasn’t going to jump into anything. Especially if she wasn’t ready.

They were both ready for kissing though, that much was clear. It seemed neither of them could get enough. He could only imagine what doing a drug must be like with out he felt kissing her. He was floating on air and he loved it. He loved holding onto her and feeling her body against his. He kind of wanted to just burry his face in her neck, she smelled so good. It was all he had to pull away, keeping his face close to hers. “You are an even better kisser Mademoiselle Lynch,”[/color] he smiled, his eyes closed and his forehead pressing against hers. “Eetz pronounced day-lah-bar,”[/color] he said carefully, laughing softly. One of his hands found her hair, running through it gently so the smell of her shampoo was let out into the air. (Which sounds a little creepy.) “Somezhing tells me vee are not going to zee restaurant,”[/color] he smiled. “I vould much razher stay ‘ere,”[/color] he admitted quite obviously. Each time her hand went to his cheek his skin tingled and almost seemed to dance. He had never thought such a small action could mean so much to him.

Unable to stop himself, he pressed his lips against hers again. His fingers curled around her hair to keep her close to him, the arm wrapped around her waist holding on to her tightly. His kiss was much less nervous and timid this time, and was now more confident though still a little sloppy. Not like either of them really knew the difference between a bad and a good kiss; neither of them had kissed someone before now. He saw that as a good thing; it hid his inexperience. He kept the kiss going as long as she didn’t pull away, his hand in her hair and feeling completely at home with this. He had been terrified of kissing at the park, that he would do something so wrong, but he wasn’t nervous about it any more. Kissing her was so easy and it felt so right. After what seemed like forever, but wasn’t nearly long enough, he pulled away again. His face stayed close to hers and he smiled, cheeks flushed lightly. “Je t’aime,”[/color] he spoke in a near whisper. “I love you,”[/color] he clarified, moving his face so his nose buried in her hair and neck.[/justify] [/blockquote]words: 608
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lyrics: the beatles, all you need is love
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