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a knight without a prince

is hardly a knight at all

Created on 2007-04-27 04:14:40 (#12819156), last updated 2007-07-28

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Name:	Fakir
Birthdate:	1987-11-18
Website:	Mun's journal~

Bio

{ just } the basics

Name: Fakir
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual

{ and } then a little more

Appearance: Fakir is a youth of slender proportions, standing at nearly 5'6" and otherwise considered a bit lacking in height amongst other males. With a weight nearly as slight, a simple one hundred and twenty some odd pounds, he is composed of a petite frame, however muscular given his ability to dance and jump to immense heights.

Of an Arab ethnicity, his skin is of a medium pigment, a touch tan despite a potential avoidance to settle in the sun. His hair demonstrates a tremendous volume, dark as sin and generally pulled from his face despite the escaped tress that may fall across his visage. His eyes are a piercing green, often cold or empty in appearance, however a privilege to see in the event he does happen to gaze upon another.

Often dirtying his expression are bitter looks of discontent, lips pulled into pale frowns while his gaze may narrow. And as he does not seem capable of composing smiles - a very infrequent sight by all means - in the rare event it may occur, his features will soften entirely and perhaps supply a small peak into the person he hides within. Otherwise he doesn't often grace his company with expressions of satisfaction, rather aloof in general nature.

Far more infrequent than the vision of a ghost of a smile is the opportunity to see him derobed, he far from a practiced individual to air his "dirty laundry." Across his torso is an immense scar, cut from his left shoulder. It consumes nearly the entirety of his right portion, he held within the belief to have once been torn apart by a "monster raven" - though will never demonstrate this sentiment with others.

While he doesn't express a particular desire toward fashionable attire, he is generally seen in clothing that is exceedingly flattering to his person. A fan of dark hues with the occasional light shade of blue to slip in amongst this selective clothing, he doesn't generally exercise a choice prejudice upon what he may wear. His pants, however, are commonly fitted.

{ now } lets get started

Fakir is perhaps someone who may be considered a walking contradiction; more often than not is he seen with an otherwise empty experssion, gaze occasionally narrowed when graced with company. Without the grace he appears to be composed of, conversation is generally sharp and to the point, frequently dismissed when the youth demonstrates a lack of desire for another's presence. Many may find his arrogant as he carries himself with a given confidence though he doesn't often boast about his personal abilities.

He has a mounting need for control, a mask he wears upon his insecurities about his life to exercise the authority he believes he should be issued. He often concentrates on the actions of those around him, regularly failing to apprehend small details and equally unable to recognize his own feelings. However, because of this selected notice, he finds himself outside of an informational loop, and may become irate to his lack of knowledge.

Somewhere locked deep within the cavity of his person is a trapped dreamer, he occasionally exhibiting sentiments infrequently seen from his otherwise nonchalant person. Genuinely consumed with remorse for his inability to control his fate, he is easily frustrated when he is approached by a foreign situation, unable to adjust when he is otherwise clueless. To some degree, he is painfully naive to his own emotional attachments, generally ignoring them until he is hit smack in the face. But to that extent, he can continue his charade that this presented weakness and dependency upon another does not exist, potentially devastating relationships he may accumulate due to his defensive and cold nature.

While clueless, he is terribly hard upon himself, realizing his flaws and the inability to convey emotions appropriately. And perhaps because of this awkward, yet mysterious demeanor, he is able to draw people to himself, however unintentional it may seem.

{ que } the lights

How Your Character Got to Malaise House: Fakir first began to demonstrate a fear to ravens come the beginning of his most recent year as hi ballet academy. While it seemed fairly harmless at first, he eventually adopted the habit of outbursts during class. Who had once seem so calm and collective had hence begun to collect a mysterious air about him, and far from one desirable.

It wasn't until he pushed his "best friend" out the second story window of their dormitory, claiming something of a "Monster Raven" that action felt required.

Symptoms Your Character Experiences (If Any): Fakir often demonstrates irritation with others, though frequently angry at himself and unable to properly convey this personal disregard. In these emotional states he may become violent, however only to the extent where he may slap another (save the incident where he pushed a friend out a window). To this degree he is often able to catch himself before his behavior escalates, though will generally seek isolation with his embarrassment.

Insomnia is a frequent evening visitor as Fakir is plagued by vivid nightmares of being torn apart, waking to clutch his person as he trembles with the sincere belief he is to be killed. He is suspicious of shadows in the dark - hence unable to sleep without a light come more recent nights - and has grown to suspect those around him with the intent to murder. But in the event he may be found asleep, he sleep-walks, performing elaborate ballet as he dances with a fluent, if not startling grace, only to wake in the grip of his terror and collapse.

He reflects a fear to birds, particularly ravens, and may flinch at the sign of such creatures. His former instructor also believes that he has began to transform normal people into anthropomorphs, but if this is only ruse, it is unknown.