Post by FREDERICK TRUMPER on Feb 11, 2013 1:45:23 GMT -5
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NICKNAME(S): Freddie
GROUP: vampire
ABILITY: Freddie can basically magnify peoples fears, doubts, and insecurities, causing them extreme paranoia and mental instability while he's in their physical vicinity.
AGE: physically upper twenties, biologically about seventy
PLAYBY: Jensen Ackles
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
i swear, look at the damn pictureFreddie's fairly average in stature (yanno not tall enough to play basketball but not shorty enough to be a jockey, not thin enough to model but not big enough to be a body guard..got a good picture yet?). He's got short brown hair that he doesn't have to do anything with and a bit of stubble he never could bring himself to care enough to shave. Thanks to the whole vampire thing, his skin's on the pale-enough-to-look-like-he-never-goes-outside side (he hardly does go outside, but that's besides the point) and his eyes do the bloody red to black depending on hos hungry he is thing (not going back to add dashes between all those words. you know how to read it.)
PERSONALITY:
Freddie is a very, very easy person to hate. He can be arrogant and immature and childish and demanding. He's unpredictable and often times explosive. Most of his 'professional community' considered him positively deranged... aaaand they're not really wrong. His track record is something along the lines of a meltdown a week. Thrusted into a world of strategy and politics where almost everyone was against him at a young age, Freddie put all his trust into the two things he thought would be forever his constants; his game and his second. He was dependent on them. Like, druggie dependent. And much like a druggie, his constant ups and downs eventually made him loose the only two things he ever cared about in his life. And also like a druggie, there's no way in hell he'd admit that it was his fault and he has a problem.
Apparently, people with lots of layers are like onions. I guess Freddie's.. kind of a potato. (He's definitely not a poet.) On the surface, he's an asshole. He has a complete disregard for all proper etiquette. He has a sharp tongue and he can come off as being extremely bigoted and extremely offensive. Deep down, really, he's defencive, protecting himself from getting hurt and all that yadda yadda.. but yeah, defensive Freddie, like..inside the potato, he's basically a child.. And not like a "aw so funny cute immature" child, like a temper-tantrum-throwing, attention-seeking, completely-lost-on-how-to-function-in-the-world-positively child. He's very 'I'm right and you can't tell me otherwise' and its not because he thinks everyone's horrible and beneath him or anything drastic like that- he just doesn't care, and he absolutely doesn't want to hear it.
He has a... big personality. You know, like there are some people who are dramatic for the sake of being dramatic? Freddie's kind of like that. He's high strung and fidgety and always has to have the last word in everything. He wants attention, but he doesn't really know how to get it in a positive way, so he makes molehills into mountains and usually consiquently makes himself look like an ass who has no idea what he's talking about (he usually doesn't know what he's talking about, he just keeps arguing anyway) If you haven't got the vibe yet (I promise you will by the end of his history) he's extremely bitter. He lost everything and seeing people who have like, all of life's fruits handed to them on a silver platter, it pisses him off. Probably one of the most ironic things about him, considering his profession, is that he's a horrible bluff. A good chess player shouldn't be transparent, but Freddie wears his emotions on his sleeve. His pride, his fear, all of it. Completely visible. And not only does he show them, but he's ruled by them. His decision making skills...they're kind of without logic. But where does that ever get anyone anyway?
HISTORY:
Freddie's childhood kind of sucked. Alright, so, we should probably start with the fact that Freddie isn't his real name. He was born Robert Fischer but-- well, we'll get to what happened there later. Like I was saying, his father (or at least, the person he was told was his father- future evidence says something entirely different) walked out of the family at a young age, and his mother had about..well.. okay, he didn't bother counting. She'd sleep with anything that had two legs and a..well...yeah. She got around. Bobby spent his childhood largely neglected and forgotten, usually playing by himself, and he'd resent his parents for the rest of his lifebecause its pretty clear they sucked at their job.
He taught himself to play chess at age six, via the directions on the back of a dinosaur game piece box he bought at a candy store with money that he may or may not have had the permission to obtain. He wasn't an immediate protegee or anything, he didn't even like the game at first- but he had the free time and the drive to get very good, very fast. And when he started realizing just how good he'd gotten, he decided that he needed to be the best. It was for the attention, completely, that's all he wanted. He wanted everyone to know how good he was. He dropped out of school at age sixteen, and would have done it earlier if he could have. The same year, he started competing.
Two things came with competing; Florence, and politics. Florence came before the politics. She became his second at matches, and then she became his friend, and then she became something more. He loved her, there was no denying it. She was perfection to him, but he was lousy at showing it. Politics.. they came naturally for his loud mouth opinionated self. Even if his remarks were degrading and uneducated. None the less, she stuck by him. With Florence, his skill, and his over the top personality, he put himself on the map in less than a few years. He became the youngest U.S. grandmaster, and then he had his first chance at taking the world. They went to worlds together. And Bobby won. And he won two more years in a row.
His chess career was short lived but fast paced. There were so many significant moments you could write a book. But basically, he was famous, and the fame had gone to his head. People wanted him to play, they wanted him, and so he played on his terms. He refused to show if they had it any other way. He walked out of matches because he didn't like his opponent, refused to play in countries he didn't like. Some countries wouldn't even let him in. his political reputation preceded him. He played one match through teleprinter, which handicapped him and made the game last almost twelve hours.
Then came the Russian. Threatening his title. The Cold War was over, but the tension between the U.S and U.S.S.R was hot, and Bobby had (and still has) a very high prejudice towards Russians. The papers were slandering him at this point, it was clear (not that he wasn't the better candidate) but that nobody wanted him to win. If the involvement of the embassy wasn't enough to make things heated, Bobby was arrested for a crime he didn't commit, and he caught Florence kissing his opponent. He became possessive, jealous, and when she had to choose, she chose the Russian. Bobby abandoned the match before a winner could even be named (consequently disqualifying himself).
He left the country (he would never be allowed back in) and eventually took refuge in Thailand. He returned during the next world championship, announced his retirement, and took a position as a TV commentator (yes, there were other motives to this besides getting to talk shit about people for money... he was getting paid on the side to antagonize a certain life-ruiner and was all the while trying to win Florence back). Again, he only managed to make things worse, and finally, after a fight with Florence, he gave up.
Yep, down, out, threw in the towel. Nothing left but Bangkok girls and alcohol...enough money to make it last a while. A while was pretty short lived though. Considering one of those nights he was drunk off his ass he ended up getting himself turned into a vampire. He doesn't remember most of what happened, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with someone he made mad..at some point of his life... or maybe she just looked like Florence and tricked him into following her to some murdering spot. She said she thought he'd be a 'fun' vampire... guess he didn't live up to her expectations, considering she didn't stick around. The name change, yeah, that came after being turned. Washed up as he was on the fame radar, someone eventually would make the connection.. besides, it wans't like being him was all that great. So, Freddie. Yeah. Now he's making the most of his eternity in hell.
RP SAMPLE:
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ALIAS: max
TIME ZONE: pacific
OTHER CHARACTER(S): yes xD
BY THE WAY..: i...can't blame anyone this time
