WILHELM,KLAUS LEE

[KLAUS LEE WILHELM]

NAME:Klaus Lee Wilhelm
AGE:Twenty One
HEIGHT:Six Foot Three
WEIGHT:One hundred and seventy pounds
EYE COLOR: Greenish Blue
HAIR COLOR:Dark Brown
ETHNICITY:Caucasian
LIKES:The Snack Fairy. some home decorating and improvement shows. "just because" moments. 2% milk. a cold bottle of pop on a hot day. a comfortable place to sleep. a deep laugh. a good cuppa. a good hug. a hot cup of tea on a cold day. a really good hamburger. a seriously good mindfuck. a well cooked steak. Advil. Alfredo sauce. ancient ruins. anticipation of something good, exciting, or pleasant. approval and recognition. bacon. bad jokes. baked potatoes. Banana Daiquiris. banter. bargain stores and junk shops. being around someone you know for certain is enjoying what's going on as much as you are. being debt-free. being human. being left-handed. being trusted. being unfettered. big fluffy pillows. black ink pens. black pepper. blank notebooks. blowing bubbles. Blue Man Group. blueberry jam blueberry pie. books. Cafe Irish Cream. cameraphone. captivating situations. car racing. Cary Grant's delivery in "North by Northwest". casual conversation. celebrating Pi Day, with pie. celebrating unusual holidays. cheesecake. chocolate pudding. city living. clean hair. clean HTML. clean teeth. cleaning windows. cleanliness. clever turns of phrase. climbing trees. coloured pencils. comfort film. comfortable clothing. comfy chairs. compassion. compliments that I can connect with.
DISLIKES:corn bread. cream of mushroom soup. cucumbers. sweet pickles. diner breakfasts. distant music. Doctor Who. egg salad sandwiches. elevators (never underestimate the allure of an elevator until you've lived in a walk-up).only enough light to read by. not enough sleep. fast food. fever dreams. filet mignon. fish and chips. Formula One. fogged or poluted air. garlic bread with cheese, green peppers, and mushrooms on it. glass brick walls. goatees on men who look dumb with them.. beer. greasy cheese. Greek and Latin names for things. green olives, with or without pits and or pementos. green tea cologne. green tea deodorant. gritty facial scrubs. grokking the other. haphazardly stacked books. having my television on for background noise. how corn kernels and peas pop when you pierce them with your teeth. iced tea. Key Lime pie. leaf-scuffing. learning to curse in other languages. led monitors. lemon. lemon and lime scents. lightly buttered toast. lipstick. mathematical constructs. navel oranges and seedless green grapes. not being a smoker anymore, though I do still miss and crave it at times. being broke. packing tape. people I don't care for staying the fuck in my way.
SECRETS: He is secretly wanting to fall in love, He is terrified of elevator rides and can't stand lime flavored anything.
GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: Surf Shop owner
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:Heterosexual
PLAY BY PLAY:Tom Welling

PERSONALITY:

Klaus is a seeker. He often finds himself restless - and he has a lot of questions about life.He tends to travel often, to fairly random locations.He's most comfortable when he's far away from home.He is quite passionate and easily tempted. His impulses sometimes get him into trouble. He's always up to something. He has a ton of energy, and most people can't handle him.He's definitely a handful, and he's likely to get in trouble. But his kind of trouble is a lot of fun.He's friendly, charming, and warm. He gets along with almost everyone.His easy going attitude brings people together.At times, he can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, he pull it together.He's very hyper.His energy is definitely a magnet for those around him. People are addicted to his vibe. He's well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.Klaus is solid and dependable for the most part For him, complementing, smiling, and touching is second nature. He likes making people feel good. In fact, he may be accused of flirting when all he's doing is being friendly. Sometimes he accidentally sends out the wrong signals..

Being a loud mouth and a prankster gets him into a lot more trouble then he can usually handle. He has plenty of scars he could've avoided, and although he's not a small guy he definitely has little man syndrome. (meaning he gets into fights unneccisarily) He speaks his opinion a bit too loudly at times and gets entire groups mad at him although he doesn't really mean to.

PLACE OF BIRTH:South Carolina
DATE OF BIRTH:April something.1988
FINANCIAL STATUS:Pretty decent, but not rich.
FATHER:Unknown location
MOTHER:Unknown location
SIBLINGS: Unknon existance


HISTORY:

Klaus never had one of those cliche terrible horror stories like everyone who went into music. He just found it as an outlet to let his emotions through. He was an orphan and lived in a boys home for quite a while. A boys home in South Carolina Til age 13 to be specific. The orphanage was no hell house, or anything. For the most part they treated him well, they let him do what he wanted and they fed him three meals a day. When he was old enough they sent him to an all boys boarding school. The constant testosterone was too much and when he was able to get away from it he did immediately. In the new world full of women, he turned into a bit of a slut.

The boy was almost always branded with a hickey on his neck and had the typical sex hair. He calmed down once it became a normal thing and pulled all his writings from way back in the boarding school days and began putting them together and playing guitar. He taught himself how to play and got good. When he had an entire demo cd he went and took it around to local bands, and music organisations until finally someone liked him well enough to refer him to one of the best bands in town. Red means Go He loved the fun of being on tour, on stage and with tons of people interested in the same things as him and was uberly excited when he was signed with the band. He's been with them ever sense.

His band booked plenty of gigs all around the city they grew up in, and slowly began branching out. Taking road trips with their small fan group. Their music got out and lead them out of state. They travelled in all the bordering states of South Carolina, and met up with a couple other well known artists. When they got a chance of a lifetime they instantly jumped on it.

On one of their grand expeditions of the states they headed down to Hawaii and decided they liked it there. The whole band moved their friends and dedicated fans with them to island and have been enjoying it ever sense. Never having a real family, Klaus treats all of his friends as if they're blood relatives. He loves his friends dearly and like was stated previously, gets into unnecessary fights. But when his friends are involved it reaches a whole new level. Mess with his friends and you've messed with him. When he's actually angry..its bad. Although he's not one to get angry easily things are better all the way around just to stay on his good side.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

He closed his eyes for a moment and the second he opened them again she was halfway across the open field. He started to say something but she was too far away to hear him. He stood trembling, the water was freezing him in place and from where he was he could see her little body collapse into the sand near the swings.His heart jumped up in his throat telling him to push rewind on the remote of life and skim over that, re-doing everything. Sadly the little voice in his subconscious wasn't very realistic and there was no remote that could control life and all the mysterious it held.

He didn't know whether to leave and let her work out her own issues, or to check on her. He knew he couldn't leave her in the park by herself this late at night..that just wouldn't be ethical, he also knew she wanted to get as far away from him as she possibly could and him going over there could possibly make everything worse. So an idea struck. He ran the other direction to the parking lot past the trees and the small gate. He flung the door to his shiny cobra open and dug through the back seat pulling out a dry pair of shorts. He changed into them quickly in the shadows and pulled a blanket from under stack of papers. He ran back to his previous area, relieved to see her still hunched over in the sand. With a deep hesitant breath, he jogged over. Sitting in the sand a good couple feet away.

"Cherri...I.I don't know what I did this time." he added quietly. Extremely unsure of what to say. She was sobbing and it made him ache. He inched
closer to her and leaned forward wrapping the blanket around her shivering shoulder before backing back up. Giving her some space was probably a good idea. Nobody liked to be smothered when they were upset.

His brows tilted slightly up, in concern. Soup! Chicken noodle soup, dry clothes, a hug and a friend! Those were the perfect fixes for any of his friends. Especially the ones who were cold and wet. But Cherri...she wasn't his friend. He wasn't experienced in making his enemies feel better.
His awkward attempts at helping her would've been cute to anybody, considering they were genuine acts. He wasn't mocking her or calling her names he really wanted to help. "Do you wanna yell at me? Scream profanities? Those usually at least make you smile if it's towards me.." he offered, hoping that it would be a working quick fix.He crossed his arms in his lap uncrossed them several times, twiddling his thumbs hoping some array of imagination came in quickly so he could fix this.

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