Republik Österreich || RODERICH EDELSTEIN [Dropped]

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♦RODERICH || EDELSTEIN♦

The Basics
Character Name
Roderich Edelstein
Age
20
Gender
Male
Country
Republik Österreich || The Republic of Austria
Hometown
Vienna
Occupation
Musician and composer, occasional teacher.


In Depth
Physical Description
As a rule, Roderich will almost always present himself with immaculately formal clothing. His physical appearance can be described as elegant and stately at best, or plain and flat at others. He is not unattractive, and he often uses this to his advantage. His skin is a shade of pale far too pasty to be healthy - the result of spending far too many hours indoors. But Roderich doesn't mind the alabaster shade, if only it wouldn't burn so easily in the sun. Interestingly enough, his eyes are a deep shade of violet *1, the only feature Roderich likes. He feels it reflects his sophistication and, perhaps, gives him a regal air.

His hair is a shade of raven black and has the habit of being an uncontrollable mop in the mornings (only with the use of a brush and hair gel can it be forced into submission), except for one particularly stubborn curl that simply refuses to stay put, period. A point to consider is that Roderich loathes it when people touches his hair.

His hands are exceptionally large, with thin and spidery fingers protruding from a bony wrist. The rest of his body is no less bony - no matter how much he tries to eat, or heaven forbid, exercise his muscles out, he remains stick thin. His slim frame irritates him; it betrays, well, weakness. Roderich loathes weakness.

*1 - Purple also symbolises homosexuality /snort

Personality
Roderich is, above all, a musician. People often coin him as stuffy, aristocratic, dignified, proud, pretentious, high-browed, lost, weak, indulgent, delusional and regardless of it all, he holds his musicianship in the highest regard.

Music is, after all, integral to Roderich. It's meant more to him than what other's can perceive, more than the ostensible pleasure it brought, it is, and was, his only coping mechanism as his borders bled and his empire crashed. He feels there is an inherent beauty that he, and he alone can comprehend. It isn't the appreciation of music, which he hopes he can distil in everyone who plays audience to his concerts, it had become something more. Something intangibly sweet and enduring. Not even with the ugly monstrosity that was militarianism could the serenading tunes of a sonata, or the majesty of a symphony be stomped out.

Roderich is soft spoken; preferring to let his music convey his emotions rather than articulate them. For language, language was impersonal. Just as marriage was supposed to be. Roderich is known for keeping his heart at bay, because there is no need for romance or passion for economic and political ties.

History
Roderich as a child could almost be described as boisterous, not quite lively, but certainly perky. He was a naturally curious boy, and born and raised into nobility with all the frills and luxuries as he was, perhaps developed a slightly skewered view of the world. His parents, though protective of him, never seemed to have enough time for him. Their work lay in Vienna whilst Roderich was trapped in the outer skirts of Klosterneuburg. But he wasn't alone. During the absence of his parents, he developed a strong bond with two children in the surrounding neighbourhood. Roderich couldn't imagine happier times spent with these two, exploring the mountains and crossing rivers, getting hurt in the rough and tumble games they oft played (and Roderich lost). He didn't understand, of course. Children never did.

It wasn't until he was sent to an strict elite boarding school that his personality grew morose. His stringent schedule and rigorous studies didn't allow for anything but perfection. It was here that he learnt class, the devisions of society and elitism. He held in contempt for all who were of what he considered 'lower class,' and there was nothing to dissuade this notion of his.

Living in the very heart of Vienna, Roderich was exposed to music to his own heart's content. When he was young, he had learnt to play the piano as a recreational activity. It was during his teenage years that it found that he had pure talent for musicality. Though his school marks were hardly mediocre, it was music that he excelled in. With his dual adoration for his piano, Roderich could have made a profession out of it. His father had hoped Roderich would choose to take over his empire, but in the end, Roderich never had to make this decision.

When he was 18 years of age, war broke into the Hapsburg Austria's borders. He was young, not strong at all, and completely eligible to fight. His parents, as delegates of the emperor, realised that if he choose to fight (or if he was conscripted to fight) what were his chances? Roderich himself was not fond of war. He choose the easy way. He choose to escape Europe altogether, in the dead of night, without even his parent's consent. It was underhanded and perhaps in some way, treason of the highest kind.

Having only bought just enough money for necessities and accommodation, Roderich suddenly found himself lost and unable to return back home. He had travelled across a sea, into a land possibly uncharted. Here existed dichotomy of bizarre technologies and long outdated fashion. Roderich was dumbfounded. He didn't belong here, in this never-ending desert. He heat stifled him. Instruments like the violin, or cello, or piano didn't exist. Worst of all, Roderich, for the first time in his life, found himself short of money.

The world suddenly seemed much harsher than it used to be.

Important Information
- Roderich is a talented musician; he is proficient in the violin and piano and has tried his hand in many different instruments, all with surprising levels of competency. However, he has the tendency to waste many hours playing his precious piano. Without it, Roderich feels half empty; hollowed out. He longs to feel the smooth expanse of ivory underneath his fingers again, and his desperation to return to his homelands only make his ache worse.
- Unsurprisingly, Roderich is erudite and prides himself as an intellectual.
- Like a true Edelstein, he is intrinsically a strategist.
- Unlike a true Edelstein, he is unnecessarily frugal. His mother despairs whilst his father rejoices.
- Proud; eventually, if will bring about his downfall, if Wittgenstein was to be believed
- He is incredibly possessive over his belongings, he loathes it when people touch them. He may also be a tad overbearing.
- He is an elitist. He wants (and probably will) believe he is better than you.
- Roderich is terrified of breaking his fingers permanently
Likes
♥ Music; the violin and piano to be precise, but he adores nearly all instruments.
♥ Cooking; a guilty pleasure of his
♥ Control; he needs it, he craves it.
♥ Reading; though he likes to believe he has a wide scope of literary interest, somehow he cannot seem to stop trashy romance novels. It truly is embarrassing.
♥ Wealth
Dislikes
✖ Being interrupted
✖ Physical activity of any sort.
✖ Being helpless
✖ Loud, irritating noises
✖ Hot, stifling places, i.e. the desert.

Roderich is fretting. It’s has become a common occurrence, and not just because he is prone to worrying but because of that impertinent rascal, Charles the damned VI. The House of Habsburg was diminishing in both influence and power, and he could afford to dance around with the pragmatic sanction? Sometime, someday, a female emperor could grace his halls, but not at the expense of his empire.

Roderich fret’s in silence. He has been avoiding the Great Hall for almost a week now, and the King’s court was calling for his attendance. He refused, decidedly calling in sick.

The courtyard is silent as the masses pile into the Great Church for a Catholic mass (despised by the Lutherans and tolerated by most). Roderich sits quietly watching the picturesque fountain, the very definition of peaceful. But peace was only the crossing, the channel to conflict. His expression pulls into a frown.

Out of Character
Name
Ophelia
Age
Impossibly 16
Time Zone
GMT+10
Contact
Skype, msn and AIM (ask! C:)
Anything Else?
I took a little bit of creative licence for the history. Since I don't know when this is set, I'm just going to assume this is in an alternate universe where Austria is ruled by the Hapsburgs.

Also fixed up typos and stuff.

[Co-Admin One]

Much better! You are an amazing Austria so it seems, and thus you are accepted little duckie. Please begin posting.