Lost Carnival Application

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PLAYER↴ Name: Dodo Contact: tentaclemonster Other Characters: N/A CHARACTER↴ Character Name: Gottlieb Albrecht Age: 272 years (looks early 20s) Species: Vampire Canon: OC Canon Point: Present day. Character Info: Gottlieb Albrecht was the youngest child of a well-to-do family living in 18th century Vienna. While his older siblings went on to accomplish their own greatness in various ventures, his mother spoiled and sheltered her baby a wee bit too much. The result was a loud, obnoxious party boy who had little desire to dabble in anything he didn't consider fun. In the hopes spending some time learning a trade would sort him out, he was sent on an overseas trip to the Colonies in his early 20s. The intent was to deliver him to relatives who owned a farm in Virginia, but thanks to taking the wrong coach in the wrong place he instead ended up in a town in southern Pennsylvania called Maplesweet. Gottlieb wasn't in any hurry to stay with his strict (and boring) relatives, so he set about finding out what fun he could rustle up where he was. After a rather raucous night in the local tavern, he drunkenly made his way down the back alleys while loudly singing his favorite songs horridly off-key. As his awful luck would have it, the slurred singing resulted in him annoying not just a few stray cats but also a passing vampire. The vampire wasn't especially enthralled with the idea of taking a meal that was so obviously inebriated, but was desperate and also kind of wanted Gottlieb to shut up. It turned out the youth was a bit more wiggly than the vampire had anticipated, and as a result the wrong bite was used, turning Gottlieb into a vampire rather than just putting him to sleep as a snack. Some say the vampire still considers it one of his life's greatest mistakes. At first, Gottlieb was beside himself. Not so much because he was now an unholy creature of the night, but because his once beautiful skin started to turn a sickly shade of gray! Even more unthinkable, he could no longer admire himself in the mirror. There was no way he could return to his family, so he instead sulked around the town feeling sorry for himself. When the hunger pangs started to eat away at him, he simply could not manage the courage to attack anyone. One day he was lying in the street, close to death from hunger, when a witch came upon him. She remembered him as the amusing young man from the tavern, and fetched some cow's blood from the butcher to feed him. Ever since then, Gottlieb has lived with the descendants of that kind witch and become the biggest pain in the butt of an heirloom anyone could ask for. Personality: While others under the same circumstances might have had some sort of maturing occur over the course of some 250 plus years, somehow Gottlieb has managed to change very little from the person he was before he was bitten. This is perhaps due to the fact that, thanks to his pathetic nature, the folks of the town he inhabits tended to see him as something to be taken care of rather than feared. Being a coward is something he absolutely excels at, and avoiding confrontation is his top priority. Even in cases where he as a supernatural being would likely have no problem coming out on top, he much prefers the path of least resistance - it tends to keep one's clothes the cleanest, after all. While courage is something he is lacking, vanity is certainly not. Even though he's aware nobody dresses as he did as a human anymore, he refuses to ditch his powdered wig or his foppish embroidered coats. Despite the eternally tragic loss of his reflection, he is certain to take great care in his appearance whenever he's out and about. For Gottlieb there are three ultimate pleasures - drinking, dancing, and flirting. Music players of various types are one of the few pieces of modern technology that he's shown any interest in learning, as they allow him to listen to many of his favorite pieces anytime he desires. Ever since the introduction of the phonograph he has made a valiant effort of keeping up with the times in regards to playing music, even while he has the most rudimentary understanding of things such as kitchen appliances or automobiles. There is time taken out of everyday to put on music and dance with himself, unless he can somehow rope one of the obliging townsfolk to join him. Now and again at the bar he appears in most, the bartender will humor him by playing classical pieces on the overhead speakers while he enjoys his spirits. It's very curious to note that in spite of a very long time to build up a tolerance to alcohol, Gottlieb remains a lightweight, and usually a friend or two will carry him off to wherever he's staying before morning comes. Fortunately, he is a giggly, giddy drunk, and aside from knocking a thing or two over tends to be rather amusing to be around. Then there's that third pleasure. In Gottlieb's time, being attracted to members of the same gender was something spoke of in hushed whispers and behind closed doors. Many such a whisper had been whispered about him both in his home country and during his visit to America. It wasn't in Gottlieb's nature to feel shame about things that made him happy, and it was some sort of miracle that his frequent gushing over handsome young men didn't bring him to a tragic end. He has a type - the strong, dark haired, confident sorts tend to make him swoon on the spot. While in his time living in the town this has caused him to earn a few punches to the face and a broken heart here and there, he never seems to lose his passion for... well, passion. It should be noted that this exuberance has also caused him to be manipulated more than once, as he tends to be a very trusting soul to start with. At heart, however, Gottlieb is a well meaning fellow. Spoiled and naive as he may be, he is a people person -- er, vampire -- and tries to make friends with as many people as he can. Thanks to this, he's done fairly well absorbing modern ideals of equality and when he does slip up with an antiquated notion is eager to make amends. Really, he just wants to have fun! If only he would step out of his safe little bubble more often... Abilities: Drinks blood via fangs, extremely long life span, and able to heal minor wounds. CARNIVAL↴ Soul Colour: Royal Purple Ideal Jobs: Game Operator, Clown, Makeup Relevant Experience: Game Operator - In many ways he's still very childlike, and would certainly find entertainment in running a game. If the rules are simple enough, he's less likely to screw this job up! Clown - Really, Gottlieb is fairly clownish on his own. He enjoys dancing (not especially well), wearing clothing that is considered outlandish by modern standards, and he certainly is good at making people laugh. Albeit not always intentionally. Makeup- Cosmetic use was common in aristocratic men of Gottlieb's time, and he was no exception. It is still lovingly applied everyday in a losing battle to combat his gray vampiric skin tone. While that old timey lead based stuff isn't harmful for the undead, he'll need to be instructed to keep it off the mortals. Reason for Joining: Suckered in by the games because he really wanted a plush banana with the silly wig. He did not do well. SAMPLES↴ Sample One Sample Two: If there was one thing Gottlieb could say that was positive about his current circumstances, it was that there always seemed to be some sort of music playing no matter where he was in the carnival. Perhaps his favorite of all the varied sounds associated with the bright, busy activity of the place was the calliope. Even though he hadn't had the pleasure of hearing one before, he found himself quickly enamored with the cheerful tooting of the contraption. While it was perhaps more low brow than the symphonies he indulged in most of his existence, it could distract him handily from the worries gnawing frequently at his innards. Today found him, as it often did, making his way merrily around the grounds while his hands 'conducted' the tune piped from the calliope. He was on some simple errand likely meant to keep him out of someone else's way, as he tended to either not have the manual labor skills needed or worked himself into such a nervous tizzy over possibly messing things up that he slowed down the whole process. Gottlieb didn't too much mind the busywork, as it gave him a chance to check on what was going on in different areas of the carnival, and that always proved fascinating. When he really got caught up in the music, however, his sense of decorum tended to float off to somewhere far away. He'd start being perhaps a bit too light on his feet - maybe throwing in a few clumsy pirouettes here and there. It was inevitable that his silly dance solo would cross the path of some unfortunate innocent, and he'd find himself spouting apologies as fast as they could possibly leave his lips. This time they'd been carrying something. His eyes darted from the newly made mess to the one sprawled out on the ground before him. He'd done it again. "Sorry! So dreadfully sorry! Oh dear, that looks expensive... is it expensive? Of course it is. That would be my luck, drat it all!"