Post by Amadeus Van Delft on Mar 9, 2008 16:26:17 GMT -5
Name: Albrecht Dominicus Amadeus Van Delft
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 179 centimeters
Weight: 67 kilos
Appearance: Amadeus is tall and slim with very pale skin. The paleness is not the result of an illness but of working indoors a lot and mostly moving about outside at dusk or after dark. His face is somewhat androgynous with long eyelashes and full lips. It is framed by dark brown, half-curly shoulder-length hair. His long slender hands and fingers add to the slightly feminine appearance. The first thing people notice about him once they look past his messy hair which hangs in his face is usually his eyes. The pale calcite green irises combined with his habit of looking at you for a little too long without blinking may appear mildly unsettling.
Fashion is not important to Amadeus. He wears whatever is comfortable but favors old-fashioned clothes in dark colours. His usual way of dressing includes a white shirt with billowy sleeves, a vest, a long black coat, trousers and a pair of boots. If it is a cold weather he might also wear a full-length black cloak. Only very rarely does he wear a hat, but you hardly ever see him outdoors without a pair of well-fitting black gloves except for when he is playing his beloved violin.
Personality: A graphologist once saw a sheet of paper with Amadeus’ handwriting and showed it to his graphology students saying: “Here you can see the clear signs of a labile mind.” Some might, because of his morbid love of death, call Amadeus eccentric; others might call him completely insane. On the surface, however, he seems to be no crazier than the average person, though he goes from the abyss of despair to the heavens of joy within the fraction of a second. Frightening him is difficult since his morbid brain usually responds with curiosity and delight instead of fear. A natural hunger for knowledge makes him inquisitive. Usually he is a patient person unless you are keeping him from performing an exciting experiment or disturbing him while he is trying to concentrate. He cannot take a moderate liking to things; either he loves them with all his heart or hates them just as much. The same goes for people.
When it comes to love on the emotional plane he has never had a serious relationship (never really had the time or interest) but has always enjoyed flirting. And on this subject: he is bisexual.
He is a student at the medical school and is highly skilled in pathology, which is his great passion. Or, rather, his obsession. This is also the reason why one would consider him insane: He is extremely morbid and manically obsessed with the exquisite art of death and loves experimenting on dead bodies. These experiments take him dangerously close to pure necromancy from time to time, especially those that intend to reanimate a corpse. By no means does he consider this to be ethically or morally wrong. Murder is wrong and unthinkable to him, but his experiments are science; autopsies and reanimation is a form of art. And, of course, it is great fun too…
No one knows about his experiments and the few who might know anything hold their tongue, mostly out of fear for what might happen to their tongues if they do not.
While not dissecting something or someone or performing unmentionable experiments down in the medical school crypt and morgue, Amadeus enjoys reading, walking in cemeteries, studying Gothic and baroque church architecture and playing the violin. He can play the saddest funeral hymns and melodies of mourning that wets every eye, and he works extra as a funerary violinist. And sometimes at night he visits the cemetery with a shovel…
Wealth Status: Upper middle class
Occupation: Medical school student and funerary violinist
Personal Posessions: Several books on human anatomy and medicine, books on Gothic architecture, an impressive set of scalpels and other autopsy equipment, a violin, three paintings: reproductions of Jan Vermeer’s View of Delft and Rembrandt’s The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp and The Anatomy Lesson of Dr Joan Deyman.
Pets: None
Family: Amadeus comes from an upper middle class family of velvet and silk merchants originating from Delft, as suggested by his surname. He is Dutch on his father’s side and has a British mother, though he has only had sporadic contact with his relatives in England. His parents and sister remain in Delft and they have little contact with Amadeus.
Father: Hubrecht Van Delft
Mother: Susan Van Delft (maiden name: Walpole)
Younger sister: Adeline Van Delft
History: He was born and raised in the picturesque Delft; a city situated in the south-west of the Netherlands and often called the Dutch equivalent of Venice. Having a British mother he speaks English without much of an accent except for when he gets upset and/or talks very fast.
As a child Amadeus was a loner who preferred to read books and be on his own. When he was five years old his sister Adeline was born. He loved his little sister, and the two siblings would have a lot of fun going on explorations together.
Ever since he learned to read at an early age Amadeus has been a bookworm, and in the house where he grew up there were some old books on human anatomy which the boy claimed as his own and spent hours looking at pictures of the skeleton, musculature and internal organs. This fascination with the human body made him move to Amsterdam in order to study medicine when he was 18 years old. Being a brilliant student he did very well, especially in pathology: an exalted, manic glow would appear in his eyes when he stood bent over the dissection table with a scalpel in his hand. His obsession with the human body and death exceeded anything ever seen at the school; it would worry and even disgust his teachers. After a particularly gruesome experiment on reanimating a corpse (no one but Amadeus knows exactly what happened since the doctor who witnessed it killed himself shortly afterwards) the 20-year old Amadeus was expelled from the medical school of Amsterdam. After the incident in Amsterdam he spent one year travelling through Italy and France. Then he moved to the birthplace of his mother, London, and was accepted to the medical school there. He has lived in London for one year.
Participate in the story of Sweeney Todd? Not sure yet. He will need dead bodies for his experiments... ideas?
Sample Post: (From another site; both characters in this text were created by me)
Salt winds tear at my clothes and hair, spraying me with water drops. The sky’s gloom deepens above as the clouds threaten to spill their tears over me. The distant horizon is veiled by approaching rain and the lead-grey waves are crowned with white plumes. Eager to reach shelter before the storm releases its wrath I hurry on, but slip on the wet stones and lose my balance. Cursing I end up on my hands and knees in the shallow water. The rank smell of rotting seaweed pierces my nose and I struggle to get back on my feet. As I pull myself upright a white flash illuminates the sea, followed by thunder. I look up and see more bolts of lightning chasing each other in and out amongst the black clouds. The wind rises and the waves grow, sending up cascades of water from between the stones. Simultaneously the clouds decide to empty their contents. Longingly I think of the warmth of the inn, but there still is a long way to go. I continue my walking tour along the hopeless beach, defying the elemental wrath. A sense of movement in front of me makes me look up sharply. Perched on a rock before me is a little girl. Long wisps of nearly white hair dance around her elfin face. Her fair hair combined with her unusually pale complexion gives her a strangely translucent appearance. Despite the weather she is only wearing a thin and rather worn out summer dress, and sitting dangerously close to the edge above the stormy water.
"What are you doing up there?" I shout over the thunder of the waves. "It is dangerous!"
She neither answers me nor moves from her spot. I climb up to her on the rock. She turns her head and watches me with her pale aqua green eyes. Close-to, I notice that not only is her skin very pale; it also has a sickly green tinge to it. I open my mouth to repeat my words, but the girl interrupts me.
"You should not be here. It is dangerous for you."
She speaks softly, but her voice is still audible over the wind.
Before I have a chance to speak she gets onto her feet and slides down from the rock.
"Come", she says. You can seek shelter from the storm at our home.
Confused I follow her, since I do not know what else to do. She easily makes her way along the inhospitable beach, and I do my best to keep up.
"You and your family live closely by?" I ask.
"Yes. My mother and I."
The storm’s howl makes further conversation impossible, but I wonder who would let their child wander alone in such weather. After a little while we reach the entrance of a small cave, hidden behind razor sharp rocks. I watch it sceptically. There’s water inside. No one could possibly live there.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 179 centimeters
Weight: 67 kilos
Appearance: Amadeus is tall and slim with very pale skin. The paleness is not the result of an illness but of working indoors a lot and mostly moving about outside at dusk or after dark. His face is somewhat androgynous with long eyelashes and full lips. It is framed by dark brown, half-curly shoulder-length hair. His long slender hands and fingers add to the slightly feminine appearance. The first thing people notice about him once they look past his messy hair which hangs in his face is usually his eyes. The pale calcite green irises combined with his habit of looking at you for a little too long without blinking may appear mildly unsettling.
Fashion is not important to Amadeus. He wears whatever is comfortable but favors old-fashioned clothes in dark colours. His usual way of dressing includes a white shirt with billowy sleeves, a vest, a long black coat, trousers and a pair of boots. If it is a cold weather he might also wear a full-length black cloak. Only very rarely does he wear a hat, but you hardly ever see him outdoors without a pair of well-fitting black gloves except for when he is playing his beloved violin.
Personality: A graphologist once saw a sheet of paper with Amadeus’ handwriting and showed it to his graphology students saying: “Here you can see the clear signs of a labile mind.” Some might, because of his morbid love of death, call Amadeus eccentric; others might call him completely insane. On the surface, however, he seems to be no crazier than the average person, though he goes from the abyss of despair to the heavens of joy within the fraction of a second. Frightening him is difficult since his morbid brain usually responds with curiosity and delight instead of fear. A natural hunger for knowledge makes him inquisitive. Usually he is a patient person unless you are keeping him from performing an exciting experiment or disturbing him while he is trying to concentrate. He cannot take a moderate liking to things; either he loves them with all his heart or hates them just as much. The same goes for people.
When it comes to love on the emotional plane he has never had a serious relationship (never really had the time or interest) but has always enjoyed flirting. And on this subject: he is bisexual.
He is a student at the medical school and is highly skilled in pathology, which is his great passion. Or, rather, his obsession. This is also the reason why one would consider him insane: He is extremely morbid and manically obsessed with the exquisite art of death and loves experimenting on dead bodies. These experiments take him dangerously close to pure necromancy from time to time, especially those that intend to reanimate a corpse. By no means does he consider this to be ethically or morally wrong. Murder is wrong and unthinkable to him, but his experiments are science; autopsies and reanimation is a form of art. And, of course, it is great fun too…
No one knows about his experiments and the few who might know anything hold their tongue, mostly out of fear for what might happen to their tongues if they do not.
While not dissecting something or someone or performing unmentionable experiments down in the medical school crypt and morgue, Amadeus enjoys reading, walking in cemeteries, studying Gothic and baroque church architecture and playing the violin. He can play the saddest funeral hymns and melodies of mourning that wets every eye, and he works extra as a funerary violinist. And sometimes at night he visits the cemetery with a shovel…
Wealth Status: Upper middle class
Occupation: Medical school student and funerary violinist
Personal Posessions: Several books on human anatomy and medicine, books on Gothic architecture, an impressive set of scalpels and other autopsy equipment, a violin, three paintings: reproductions of Jan Vermeer’s View of Delft and Rembrandt’s The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp and The Anatomy Lesson of Dr Joan Deyman.
Pets: None
Family: Amadeus comes from an upper middle class family of velvet and silk merchants originating from Delft, as suggested by his surname. He is Dutch on his father’s side and has a British mother, though he has only had sporadic contact with his relatives in England. His parents and sister remain in Delft and they have little contact with Amadeus.
Father: Hubrecht Van Delft
Mother: Susan Van Delft (maiden name: Walpole)
Younger sister: Adeline Van Delft
History: He was born and raised in the picturesque Delft; a city situated in the south-west of the Netherlands and often called the Dutch equivalent of Venice. Having a British mother he speaks English without much of an accent except for when he gets upset and/or talks very fast.
As a child Amadeus was a loner who preferred to read books and be on his own. When he was five years old his sister Adeline was born. He loved his little sister, and the two siblings would have a lot of fun going on explorations together.
Ever since he learned to read at an early age Amadeus has been a bookworm, and in the house where he grew up there were some old books on human anatomy which the boy claimed as his own and spent hours looking at pictures of the skeleton, musculature and internal organs. This fascination with the human body made him move to Amsterdam in order to study medicine when he was 18 years old. Being a brilliant student he did very well, especially in pathology: an exalted, manic glow would appear in his eyes when he stood bent over the dissection table with a scalpel in his hand. His obsession with the human body and death exceeded anything ever seen at the school; it would worry and even disgust his teachers. After a particularly gruesome experiment on reanimating a corpse (no one but Amadeus knows exactly what happened since the doctor who witnessed it killed himself shortly afterwards) the 20-year old Amadeus was expelled from the medical school of Amsterdam. After the incident in Amsterdam he spent one year travelling through Italy and France. Then he moved to the birthplace of his mother, London, and was accepted to the medical school there. He has lived in London for one year.
Participate in the story of Sweeney Todd? Not sure yet. He will need dead bodies for his experiments... ideas?
Sample Post: (From another site; both characters in this text were created by me)
Salt winds tear at my clothes and hair, spraying me with water drops. The sky’s gloom deepens above as the clouds threaten to spill their tears over me. The distant horizon is veiled by approaching rain and the lead-grey waves are crowned with white plumes. Eager to reach shelter before the storm releases its wrath I hurry on, but slip on the wet stones and lose my balance. Cursing I end up on my hands and knees in the shallow water. The rank smell of rotting seaweed pierces my nose and I struggle to get back on my feet. As I pull myself upright a white flash illuminates the sea, followed by thunder. I look up and see more bolts of lightning chasing each other in and out amongst the black clouds. The wind rises and the waves grow, sending up cascades of water from between the stones. Simultaneously the clouds decide to empty their contents. Longingly I think of the warmth of the inn, but there still is a long way to go. I continue my walking tour along the hopeless beach, defying the elemental wrath. A sense of movement in front of me makes me look up sharply. Perched on a rock before me is a little girl. Long wisps of nearly white hair dance around her elfin face. Her fair hair combined with her unusually pale complexion gives her a strangely translucent appearance. Despite the weather she is only wearing a thin and rather worn out summer dress, and sitting dangerously close to the edge above the stormy water.
"What are you doing up there?" I shout over the thunder of the waves. "It is dangerous!"
She neither answers me nor moves from her spot. I climb up to her on the rock. She turns her head and watches me with her pale aqua green eyes. Close-to, I notice that not only is her skin very pale; it also has a sickly green tinge to it. I open my mouth to repeat my words, but the girl interrupts me.
"You should not be here. It is dangerous for you."
She speaks softly, but her voice is still audible over the wind.
Before I have a chance to speak she gets onto her feet and slides down from the rock.
"Come", she says. You can seek shelter from the storm at our home.
Confused I follow her, since I do not know what else to do. She easily makes her way along the inhospitable beach, and I do my best to keep up.
"You and your family live closely by?" I ask.
"Yes. My mother and I."
The storm’s howl makes further conversation impossible, but I wonder who would let their child wander alone in such weather. After a little while we reach the entrance of a small cave, hidden behind razor sharp rocks. I watch it sceptically. There’s water inside. No one could possibly live there.
Possibly conspire with Lovett and Todd? Hmm... :]