Post by Hugo Welhelm Szandor on Sept 5, 2009 12:32:07 GMT
The Count Hugo Welhelm Szandor of Hosteinburg
He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten, dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end
[/size]character basics
NICKNAMES: Huggs
AGE: 30-ish
BIRTHDAY: 13 June
GROUP: Light Being
SPECIES: Fairy
OCCUPATION: Trickster & Fraud
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Béla Lugosiappearance
HUMAN: Tall, lanky, not attractive or handsome, but with open features and charismatic manners. It must be in his voice, that deep, raw, enigmatic harmony - it catches everybody's attention. Receeding hairline, rich eyebrows, clean-shaven face. Deep brown eyes. Hugo really cares about his clothing, prefers dark-coloured elegant suits, overcoats, top-hats.
FAIRY: If someone can pierce the veil covering Hugo's real ascept, she will see a wrinkled yet youthfully-looking figure with little horns and sparkling red eyes.personality
Hugo is a trickster. His alter-ego of the count Hugo Welhelm Szandor of Hosteinburg shows this fairly well. But he is not evil - on the contrary. Friends and trusted associates are very important for him, he's always ready to help.
The awakening of his Fairy-self led to a certain fatalist or determinist behaviour. Everything is pre-determined, and Hugo knows that his made-up stories only change the surface, not the lines of fate hidden deep under. Whether he likes it or not, he's a Being of Light, not a human (a human can allow herself take a neutral stance). Hugo might be considered a freelancer for ATILAG.
He likes telling stories (true or not), likes when people listen to their stories. Hugo has a thing for women... Women's attention is twice sweeter than men's.
He dislikes evil in all its forms. Hugo pulls the line strictly between "polite lying", the things he does just to keep himself and others entertained and evil selfishness. He would never exploit his powers to do wrong.family & history
(alter-ego / real)
Father: The Count Hibernius Otto Szandor of Hosteinburg / Herbert McGillian
Mother: The Countess Erzhebeth of Hosteinburg / Mary McGillan
Siblings: sister Lady Miryam Sybellius of Hosteinburg / 4 brothers, 3 sisters. But they don't really matter
Others: -
Some people are just born normal. Just another son in an Irish-American family, power to the masses, father drowned in whiskey, mother - in pointless labour. No surprise a boy wants something better and bigger than to be just another kid roaming the streets and throwing rocks at passer-bys. So he forgets his real name, forgets his family. Leaves town, to start a new life. Erases everything. And he can do that, because he is not what he seems, after all.
Hugo Welhelm Szandor of Hosteinburg, born-and-forgotten Hugo McGillian, raised up in the slums of Boston. His parents, Herbert and Mary were just too busy to notice their new son being kidnapped one night and replaced with somebody (somthing!) else. A changeling. Fairies doing what they are supposed to do. Maybe it had something to do with their Irish roots. Or maybe it was just a game of chance mortals might never understand. When Hugo turned 14, his Fairy side awoke. He ran away from home, into the arms of his future Mentor, an old Satyr by the name Peter Somton. Mr. Somton helped Hugo discover his new possibilities.
Hugo knew that he couldn't live by the old standards any more. Driven by his trickster blood, he came up with the perfect alter-ego: the Count Hugo Welhelm Szandor of Hosteinburg. A count of foreign origin, telling everyone horror-stories about how his whole family got killed when a neighbour-dictator-vampire came to visit, the stories set in an imaginary but quite believable for the people of the 30's Eastern European country, where the family ruled Hosteinburg... Nonsense to anyone with proper knowledge, but just fine for everybody else.
He moved to New York, beacuse the bigger the city, the more possibilities he has to interact with different people.the roleplayer
NAME: ES
GENDER: Male
AGE: 20
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: ~8 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
HOW YOU FOUND US: on some other forum's advertising section
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Only one sound could be heard in the empty ballrom, and it was the ticking of a grandfather's clock: tall and monumental, a memento of long-gone times. Footsteps joined the tick-tock rythm of the clock, fine leather shoes on the marble floors. The Count entered the room and looked around. He was alone, the guests were gone. 'Another night, another victory', he whispered to himself, recalling the events, all the glorious stories he had poured on the poor misguided souls. A touch of exoticism was enough to fool a whole dinner-party. A count from a foreign country, this never gets old.
He noticed a huge mirror at the end of the room. A silverish surface shining, reflecting and amplifying the disperse light of the ballroom. Reflecting the grandfather's clock and Hugo's figure too. He slowly walked towards it, lifting his hand up halfway, just like he was trying to greet himself.
"Why, it's a pleasure meeting you, dear Count!", he let out his deep bass. A movement of his reflection's mouth was the only reaction.
"Have you heard of my great-great uncle, Basil, the fierce hunter? He never missed a fox or wolf in his whole life! He was such an enthusiast, that the gods have given him another chance..." He stopped and coughed. 'No, no, no, this is way too much, I need something more simple', he thought.
"He missed only once, it was in 1877, when the Great Winter was roaring, bringing only famine and death..."
Now he was satisfied. This was the thing, a story worth improving. Then he suddenly caught a glimpse of another figure in the mirror, between him and the standing clock. He turned around. It was a maid, cleaning up the remains of the ball. Hugo smiled at her.
"Oh, have all the guests left? I must have wandered off. Oh, but sorry for my impoliteness. I haven't introduced myself yet... I'm Hugo Welhelm Szandor, Count of Hosteinburg."
He stepped closer to the maid, who couldn't really understand this whole situation, a guest of her mistress being this polite to her? But the foreigner's smile was charming, his accent exotic, his whole figure made of trust and galantery.
"Have you heard of my great-great uncle, Basil, the fierce hunter?", Hugo asked, and, not waiting for a reaction, launched into a lengthy narrative he came up with a moment before.
