Post by Allen Kiel on Jan 2, 2011 23:22:19 GMT -5
ALLEN the EARTHQUAKE
And when I close my eyes tonight
to symphonies of blinding light,
like memories in cold decay,
FULL NAME:
Allen Terrance Kiel
NICKNAME(S):
Al, Allen the Earthquake
AGE:
25
HOME WORLD:
Symphony
ALIGNMENT:
Neutral
JOB:
Owner of Lifebeats Instrument Store
DISTRICT:
Percussion
APARTMENT NUMBER:
323
transmissions echoing away,
APPEARANCE:
Allen is tall and slim, like most twenty-something guys. He has especially defined arm and shoulder muscles from all the time he spends at the drums but the rest of him is average. His skin is pale and smooth, taken care of by long, relaxing bathes and wood-scented lotion. Al tends to wear stylish, form-fitting clothes and a silver necklace. He has a certain fondness for rings and wears several at a time, ignore anybody who asks why. He is often without shoes and when he does decide to wear them, they always match his outfit.
Remarkable teal eyes is the thing people notice first when they look up into Allen's face. His bright, lively teal eyes are framed by long but masculine black eyelashes and set in a strong face. Brown, wavy hair down to the base of his neck completes his artsy, fashionable look with a certain nonchalant charm. In fact, nonchalant charm is the basis of Allen's entire appearance. Except when he flashes his bright and disarming smile, characterized by rows of pearly white teeth and smooth (if a tad thin) lips.
PERSONALITY:
Allen Terrance Kier is a charmer with a vain streak a mile wide. He likes his women (and men) stunning and elegant, just as he views himself. He is often found roaming the Strings district, admiring the view. When he's not checking out attractive people, he's tending his shop, Lifebeats, in the Percussion district, where he makes the finest instruments around.
Al is bit prideful but always charming, quick with his wit and smile. He takes serious offense when criticized or insulted and has trouble seeing the world from the eyes of others. He scoffs at uptight people while being a bit uptight about a few things himself. He likes his food fast and his people friendly but Al absolutely loves a challenge, especially if that challenge has long, smooth legs.
Typical of someone from the Percussion district, Allen loves a party. He often forgoes sleep for the nearest big bash and likes the 'see and be seen' vibe of popular clubs. The 'be seen' part of that vibe is his favorite and he prefers to be seen with his shirt off.
Once you get past vain, party-goer, uber-charm Allen, you reach a nicer, friendly Allen. One who feeds stray kittens and listens to your problems. Allen is usually only like that with his close friends and family, however, and it is a rare day when nice Al comes shining through.
BIOGRAPHY:
Allen Terrance Kiel was born in Symphony to a single mother in the Bass district. She was a part-time waitress, part-time actress and raised Allen to want only the best from life without being too selfish. He was a musically inclined child who like to bang on things and hang out around the clubs where you could feel the music thumping through your soul. It was this loud, moving feeling that led Al to his first drum set. He was wandering around one night while his mom was at work and came across and impromptu jam session in the percussion district. The beat was what had drawn him in. It was in your face, like an avalanche rushing down a mountain and Allen wanted to be the cause of such powerful music so he took up drumming.
After years of lessons paid for with street performances and work at clubs, Allen finally saved up enough money to start his own business; Selling instruments in the percussion district. His shop was the only shop like it around. You couldn't buy and instrument if you didn't play around with it first and the shop would always be filled with music.
When Allen was twenty, his mother was killed in a seedy part of the Bass district. Her death sent Allen into a downward spiral and he began to smoke and drink all the time. His shop shut down and he lost his mind, wandering from place to place with his oak drum. For a while he even stopped talking, communicating only with music. It was then that a teacher from symphony, Enya Devlin, found Allen. His music had potential to be something more and Enya took him under wing. She taught him the basics of magic and, while he didn't master any of the etudes, Allen learned a bit of black magic and a bit of white magic.
After Enya died, Allen refused to spiral again. Instead, he reopened his music store and began to make and sell his instruments once more.
far from the world of you and I,
SKILL(S):
- Steal
POWER(S):
- Quake
- Quakara
- Cure
WEAPON(S):
- Oak Drum
- Two knives
Where oceans bleed into the sky.
CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
The Catalyst - Linkin Park
FACE CLAIM:
[i]GUNDAM 00[/i] - [b]Lyle[/b] - Allen Kiel
OoC NAME:
Rea. : D
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
Ser.
PASSWORDS:
Blocked
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Lifebeats Instruments was slow today. The beautiful curved entrance room, lined with shelves upon shelves of unique, handmade instruments had only seen to potential customers and neither of the two had chosen to buy. The entrance room was the showcase room. It's acoustics were not as good as the rest but the great class windows that lined the front of the shop let in plenty of light, light that customers could admire the lovely merchandise by. The second room was the most frequently used, however. It was large and square, with a corner devoted to amplifying equipment for the contents of the rest of the room. The second room, fondly called the Rock Room for it's flashy red walls, it's genre of instruments, and it's boldly painted ceiling (a ceiling covered in black skulls and white butterflies was bold indeed), was filled to bursting with guitars. Every guitar, from a sparkly pink miniature with hearts on its frets to a black double necked, tuned down bass guitar with skulls for knobs, the Rock Room had them all.
In the third room, through the left door, the genre was much sweeter. The third room, dubbed the Piano Room for obvious reasons, was the largest of the six rooms simply because it needed to be big to hold it's instruments. Comfy arm chairs and low couches were placed conveniently around the pianos. Tasteful paintings of beautiful landscapes hung here and there to add to the ambiance of the room. It was obviously a room designed with masterpieces in mind.
Off of the Piano Room was a fourth, smaller, cozier room that was simply called Strings. The lighting in Strings was darker and more intimate to highlight the softer, more intimate sounds of it's instruments. Violins and cellos, violas and mandolins, string instruments of all kinds found their home in Strings.
If one were to go back into the Rock Room and take the door on the right, you would have found the shop owners favorite room, the fifth room. Almost as large as the Piano Room, the Percussion Room was the best loved area of Lifebeats. The drums were beyond compare and exotic percussion instruments were the obvious focus. Specialty, vibration proof walls surrounded the prized instruments so that the rest of the shop could operate in peace as customers and visitors played the lovely, if very loud, instruments.
Through a door from the Percussion Room was another small room. Housed in this room, all sorts of wood winds and brass instruments could be found. Everything from flutes to tubas. This room was called Winds and was probably the most varied of the six rooms in Lifebeats.
Allen Terrance Kiel, the sophisticated and charming owner of Lifebeats, sat in his customary spot in the Percussion Room. An ornate set of drums sat spread before him, like berries waiting to be plucked from a bush. Allen gazed lovingly at each piece, making sure all was right with it before moving to the next piece. After a thorough check, Al casual stripped off his suit jacket and then his plain tee-shirt, leaving him bare-chested and barefoot.
Al picked up his drumsticks with one hand and adjusted the pedal with his foot, tapping it a couple times for good measure. After a pause and a deep breath, Allen began to play. He started with a simple beat and added part after part, his drumsticks soon becoming hard to see as he hit beat after beat without fail. Body-vibrating, earth-shaking music filled the room. A snare drum that had been left uncovered vibrated along of it's own accorded, sounding almost like applause.
As Allen finished his solo, he tossed his sticks, spinning them like a silly rocker, and caught them one-handed, grinning like a fool. He stood and bowed, waiting for somebody to cheer or a crowd to clap. When he remember where he was, Allen cackled and shoved his drumsticks into the pockets of his jeans before going over to quiet the excited snare. The snare drum probably wanted his autograph anyways.
