Post by abel von zimmerman. on Nov 27, 2009 4:41:42 GMT -5
hey! i'm abel and i dwell in colorado. isn't that just dandy?! i am fifteen years old and loving
it! the characters i play on this amazing roleplay site are abel von zimmerman
don't forget it! oh btw, i've been roleplaying for like four-ish years! yeah, you better believe it.
my final last words would be holy shit mommy! Its a fucking ellifikno!
NAME: Abel Von Zimmerman
AGE: eighteen.
GENDER: male!
SEXUALITY: straight, but willing to experiment!
CRIME: killed some people, and hacked some things.
PLAYBY: andy sixx.
MEMBER GROUP: bullet.
LOVE:
THE ARTS and PUZZLES , Abel loves anything to do with mysteries or art, he loves looking at pictures and trying to decipher what the artist thought about it. To Abel there is much more in a painting than just a fancy image. he loves to look at pictures, he loves to draw even if he can only make the occasional good looking-stick person. To Abel art is another form of life, there is life in art and art in life. To him things like this are natural, but to others they seeming confusing. As well as to Abel, puzzles are a good way to pass time. he loves thinking and thinking is what he does. Abel loves looking at things in many perspectives and from many angles, therefore he has an odd kind of talent with puzzles, they come naturally to him, like air to a baby. he loves thinking.
BLOOD , though it may not seem like it, he loves blood- everything about it, in fact. he loves the color, the taste, the feeling, the density, the shades, and how it flows through a body. In an odd way you could say that he is obsessed with it, because it's always in his mind. To him blood is rapture and rapture is blood. To Abel if you can catch blood in a certain light, at a certain angle then you can see it glow.She loves to watch people bleed- to watch them suffer.
NIGHT / MOON , Abel hates daylight, but no- that doesn't stop him from going out in it. He doesn't have much of a choice. But they way the moon glitters overhead of the world makes him think- makes him wonder. He loves the little intricate patterns on the moon, how one second it can look like a face and then next i could look like a delicate pattern of lace. The moon holds many mysteries, and many wonders for one such as himself. Some of which have been found to be true, others not true but most often unknown. The factor he loves about the moon is its beauty and its cool silver-luminescent shimmer, and the color it has, but as well as the power it holds over everyone, and the way it mesmerizes people.
PROPHECY , It is known to many that Abel is a strange boy, but that he loves to think- and loves riddles and puzzles. Prophecy is something that he has studied vastly something that she will work on until the end of his time. Abel doesn't care what others think about the subject, but he finds it fascinating- though maybe not as much as blood. The thing he loves about it is how it is all a riddle, how there are twist turns and many forks in the roads of prophecies, and how sometimes they can be denied passage to become true, but other times they are destined to be the truth. Though half the entire world do not believe in them, he is one of their vastly declining believers.
GLASS EYES , Abel is completely obsessed with glass hues. Mostly towards the color and pattern of the iris, but to her it goes deeper than just that. Sometimes he can stare at an eye for hours or days on end. He looks at every eye pattern, every different color, the size of the pupil and much, much more. He, Himself is an oddity and loves looking at things that catch his interest, and eyes are one of the rare ones. Not only does he like the feel and the image, but the size, shape, mass and everything else are important!
HATE:
TYPES of PEOPLE , Abel is rude, as you probably already know (hope I'm not being repetitive.) but he hates so many types of people. Peppy people, over happy people, "know it alls", wanna-bee's, teachers pets, loud people, bashful people, annoying people, and fake people.
SHOES , One thing Abel hates more than people, are shoes. to him shoes make things feel remote and he dose not like the way that his feet feel inside the shoes. But as well, he hates that their fake; completely and totally. Even though he doesn't care if animals die to serve a purpose (like leather) he will not ware them on his feet, because he feels like he is stepping on an animal of some kind. To Abel that is not tolerated. But, He does love a good pair of black, miss-matched, or plain white socks!
SUN-LIGHT , he finds that light and a certain brightness annoys him and his eyes, because as someone like him, the sun is a hindrance. Seeming as Abel finds comfort in the dark and comfort from the moon (and he can actually look at it without straining her eyes >> ). The sun is just a bright ball of fire, that could explode- which would be interesting; but he still doesn't like the day time, because it hurts his eyes, and burns his skin very easily. he usually has some kind of umbrella on sunny days! (--> damn, he seems girly, ne? lols!)
ODDITIES , Being odd himself, its not something he likes to much. he dose like having someone who can relate but he does not like how some people have almost complete armies of look a likes, and snobs. But oddities to him is what is probably normal to others. he hates over happy people; the occasionally excitement is OK, and the love of certain things is good, but he doesn't like anyone who is too "odd".
ANYTHING FAKE , Yes, she is rather odd himself. Abel will not touch anything that's fake and he has a rather keen sense of what is real and what is not. Weather it be food, art, of drinks- he will not touch anything that's fake. Do notice though, if you are his "friend" and you try to be something you're not, he will recoil and turn away like you burned him. Doing something to get on his good side will not help at all- only make things worse. Fake things are a sin in Abel's eyes.
STRENGTHS:
MUSICALLY TALENTED , Weather it be rock, or classical music; he loves it all. A life to him- without music; would be like having no life at all. he plays the piano fluently as well as cello and bass. he loves electronic beats, making the partying life something that works well for himself. Music to him is what water would be to someone in a dessert, highly necessary. If he had a choice, he wouldn't live without it but as a so called "bullet" there are times when it is not allowed and times when his mind spins without it. Music is apart of him and he can find music in almost anything, breathing, talking, the wind, patterns, art work, writings, and many other things. he loves the finer things / details.
GOOD AT WRITING , Abel loves putting his thoughts on paper and one of his skills is writing his thoughts down and explaining them in great detail. he loves doing it and it loves him. (ha-ha, sure... <3 )
LIES , Abel is amazing and making up lies. he doesn't even have to think about it long and keeping a straight face is the simplest thing about it all. he loves doing this, but when people find out that he has lied then he is in some serious shit.
WEAKNESSES:
Able is like a glass bottle, flawless on the outside- but not necessary meaning that the liquid on the inside isn't poison. He has a huge ass list of jumbled weaknesses that in his mind make him all the more fucked up. A good weakness for him would be his PARANOIA , he doesn't like being in large rooms where he can't see his surroundings because it forges the image within his minds ebbs that he is being watched or that he is being followed- he detests it, and when it gets to an all-time high; he snaps. But he has other weaknesses that forge his being, and his mentality. SEWING NEEDLES , he finds himself oddly obsessed with the frail mental needles that can shank through a lip and render them useless. He usually has a nice pack of needles and a spool of black thread somewhere on his bodice, sometimes he pokes himself repeatedly- just to see the blood, and sometimes- he pokes others... But his main knee-knocking weakness would have to be the cases of his being a MASOCHIST and SADISTS . Oh how Abel loves to feel the pain of something inside his flesh, how he enjoys the total rapture of his blood escaping his veins- but how he enjoys watching you squirm. His victim of sorts. With his elegant smile and his fucked up cranium- you might want to find someone else with different weaknesses.
SECRETS:
Abel has many secrets which have accumulated throughout his lifetime. His mind's ebbs are laced with darker secrets than some could carry, though some could leave a conscious as dirty as a diseased whore. Multiple murders are carefully swept under the rug, and hidden with such care that it makes a mother handing a new-born baby look like a chicken with its head cut off. But the main MURDERS , would be those of his family, his mom, dad, and little sister. Their eyes and mouths were sewn closed and their faces professionally done in expensive brands of make-up, and their hair straightened, while their head hung from piano wires off the balcony, their bodies strewn about one story below, their shirts torn from their limbs and five stab wounds were created on each bodice to align a 5 pointed star, or a pentagram; though he committed more like-wise those are the ones which he took with such fragility that it almost made his mind shatter... Though he took it a step further, to RAPE or would that be a step back? He raped a gang of little girls at a birthday party, his blood lust overcoming his usual bounds- his twisted image of fragility as he tortured each one, dressing them up like dolls and arranging them like they were in glass cases. Furthermore, his DIARY
FEARS:
Fears are his closet- they are his sanctuary and his anti-Christ. They will be his undoing and his creation- without fear, you have no response; because sometimes fear is the correct response. Abel suffers many fears- though there are few which top the others with an astonishing quality. His first and top fear is a fear of EYES , odd enough- they are a fascination, and an extreme fear. The way they watch your every movie, they way they pray on your features and the way the follow you in their glass sockets, they make Abel tremble diligently like a little school boy afraid of the bogey man under his bed- while wrapped in the soft sheets of his bed. He has a slight paranoia- something which defines his being, for he has a fear of being watched- which is mentally linked with the element of eyes or sockets. But his second fear is THE FEAR OF FALLING , and when Abel says falling- he means it almost completely differently than you and I would anticipate. His "fear of falling" is a meant note, one which symbolizes the falling of his mentality, his crown's ebbs plunging deeper into the abyss of the fallen. He fears that one day, he will take it a step to far and never be able to return from no-man's land... His third and final main fear is of SPIDERS , this fear is rather simple, he doesn't have any kind of fascination with spiders- he just fucking hates them and kills 'em when he see 'em, simple as 'a b c' right?
PERSONALITY:
CONTENT , Abel is always happy, off being quiet and thoughtful. he loves doing things, taking in patterns and just being someone somewhere is enough for her to be content (usually). he doesn't need items to be content but he is male, so shopping and getting new books, and new everything makes him happy- though he isn't allowed this privilege. Though he does get set off rather easily.
LOVING AND LOYAL , Abel is loving and fearful of quiet a few things, but he doesn't care if he has to risk something to save someone or something he loves. he would do almost anything for the things he loves, and the people he loves. Though for him love is hard to come by, if you can make him happy or gain entrance into his thoughts then you might be loved. Abel is a hard nut to crack especially when it involves love. If someone says they love him, he expects them to mean it, for he'll give them his all, helping them with anything and everything. But this also transforms into him other half, loyalty. he will stand by her "friend's" sides no matter what, but if he is betrayed, he will be hard to be even near, none the less approach.
SMART , if you have a question Abel is the "bullet" to ask. he reads like a mad man, and hey; maybe he is mad. Wouldn't surprise him. But reading, and studying is something he does almost all the time. His memory is amazing and it doesn't take him long to memorize something in his own words. he could tell you about music, magic, black magic, about history, or patterns on the wall, or he could help you with math or fighting. he doesn't work well under pressure though, or does he work well? In his own self opinion he doesn't work at all under pressure but everyone else sees that as a lie because he can come to take more things in at once when she is being pressured. Even though some think he knows almost everything, and is stuck up; there is much to much that he doesn't know, and a lot that he would like to know.
THOUGHTFUL AND TACTICAL , Abel is thoughtful, but his thoughts are most of the time quiet negative, and dark; not to mention the paranoia. There are so many things he almost tells people, but half of them would take them as insults and try to kick the crap out of him. he thinks before he acts, most of the time; it would be very rare if he moved a pawn or himself without thinking it through. Seeming as his thoughts are very dark and crude he thinks about what he says, if he says anything at all. he does talk a lot but not to some people. But when it comes to a problem he thinks about it thoroughly looking at it from different points of view and he also looks at the tactics, making him good a planning. Tactics and strategies are something he loves coming up with, because Abel is someone who has studied that kind of thing; on his own. he loves thinking, and his brain goes hay-wire when he doesn't think things through; he doesn't even know what would happen then.
GRACEFUL , Abel is as graceful as a gazelle, he loves walking running, dancing, and having fun. But being graceful is something he was born with, and he doesn't fall down stairs for no reason. he remembers his mother once telling him that his grace was a gift from someone unknown, someone not her. Walking down stars, some have said that he looks like he is floating on air, some say he doesn't look like a "human" but that's what he thinks to be "pish-posh" and its completely wrong to him. Because to him, he is as clumsy as a baby buck, but every person is their own worst judge right? But being graceful isn't something he asked for, its something he was born with; it is who he is, it defines apart of his being. For his personality is sewn into his being like air is made for people to breathe. Natural.
REFINED , Abel minds his manners, and knows what to say and when to say it, though he is almost called bi-polar he loves to be nice (at times, yes...) and doesn't mind talking (to some people). If you ask him a question he will always answer, with either his kind remarks or a cocky crude remark. he knows how to be polite and hold back his anger, but it does slip- he isn't perfect. Even then though, he can hold his head high- keep his posture straight, drink tea like a gentleman (tea owns his soul, when available:'D ) and set the table correctly, he can do what he wants when he feels like it- but this something that he does most of the time.
CALM , Abel is always calm, weather or not he is taunting you, or your fighting. he doesn't care- getting un-leveled is something that could be the death of you. he could care less if it makes someone mad, he knows that its the wrong thing to do anytime. Sure he might furrow his brow or scowl, maybe even growl (yes, yes haha) but he won't loose his calm. Being Graceful, and having manners was something he was taught and something that was enforced or you took a ruler to the knuckles; at his house. he knows better than loosing her cool, so what's the purpose of not keeping himself cool-headed, when he knows that he could do something wrong, or he could be hurt. It doesn't matter to him, even if he is in pain or in trouble, keeping calm is what goes- when some cry, sometimes it makes their situation worse.
THOUGHTS , Abel thinks nasty things, but is always usually quiet and when he speaks his mind the people around himself better be prepared for his words. he is crude and dark, and even thought he has a brilliant mind he is told that he can't think right because of his mentality. he often pictures people killing one another, or someone killing themselves, and he pictures conversations that he might have with someone. he puts on a fake smile for almost everyone, not letting anyone too close to himself. he doesn't care what they think about him, but what he thinks about them is more harsh then some care to even think about, if he had a choice and wouldn't get in trouble for his crude words he would enjoy peoples reactions more often, and half the time he does; but not always. Sometimes, things are better left unsaid.
COCKY , Abel is very cocky and sometimes conceded, he loves talking down on people and doesn't feel any guilt of any of it. he loves watching peoples reactions to his crude-ness. he giggles quite a lot and some think it to be annoying, but its all apart of his cocky-ness. he may not be full of it, but he talks big and walks big. he loves fighting with people, and smashing them, but he isn't invincible. he has people complexes, and apart of his cocky-ness he thinks about how their brain works, how it functions- so he knows where to stab his pin; where it hurts most. he may not talk much to some people, but he does have that air about him.
RANDOM , Even with his bad persona and his edgy cocky-ness; he still loves to be himself. Being random is something he does best. Sometimes he randomly say something, or he'll brake out dancing, or he might throw something at someone, or stab a pillow. he is unpredictable and does almost anything he wants when he wants, but he does get in trouble for it. he seems to attract trouble, in many ways. But if you become one of his friends then cool luck getting used to the roller-coaster that he is, he can be angry and hyper or sad and nonchalant. Put it this way, he is like a electronic song, with its hard-cores, thrumming beats, soft melodies, different turns, and different beats- he fallows his own agenda and doesn't listen to what people tell him to do, he doesn't like being treated like a kid.
FIGHTING , as much as some people hate to admit it, Abel is a fighter. he loves pain and is much of a masochist. His blood is something he loves the taste of, and other peoples blood- well lets not go there ( C: ). When he is provoked his quiet nature is repelled and changed, he can no longer hold back blood-lust and be refined.
MASOCHISTIC and SADISTIC , Abel loves inflicting pain and feeling it. he is cruel in heart, mind, body and soul. Biting is something he has done since he has had teeth- he isn't afraid of germs and loves the taste of blood (as I've said before <3). Hearing the crunch of bones is rapture; and touching and prodding people with anything that hurts them gives Abel a gratification of many sorts. he loves being the one in charge, but he loves being the one under the whip as well- with him its confusing. he would be the kind of person you bought as a love slave, or a fighting machine. His wild side is scary and bone chilling, but its who he is as a person, loving the pain, giving the pain- its all good for him, all comforting. Something Abel loves more than anything is biting lips, his lip or someone Else's...
WILLED , Abel's will is a weird thing. Lets say he was being raped , (sorry for the situation >>) he wouldn't put up a fight because some like it better when people squirm, he gives in, but its what he wills himself to do- all because he knows that if he looses his calm then things get bad. he doesn't mind being hurt, he loves pain- but there are times when he will not let himself call out, and will not let himself show his pleasure of the pain. he can will himself to be quiet, and take a slap (one that he will like).. Seeming as he loves giving and taking pain he is a very weird willed person- he can keep quiet or will herself to be loud, just thinking about the type of person he is up against, he will do what is needed. he knows how to get out of situations, but sometimes it calls for giving up, and sometimes he doesn't even care. Its a roller-coaster.
BI-POLAR , Abel is nice, and modest when needed to be- but he can be crude and dark and lusty. he loves blood more than anything else, it fascinates him almost as much as killing, or glass eyes do. But Be ware; he can be happy one second and then being cocky the next, or maybe he might bite off someones head? Who knows what he will do next- and that's just the problem.
HOMETOWN: New York City!
PARENTS:
Alice Zimmerman - forever 36 - dead - murdered.
Edward Zimmerman - forever 40 - dead - murdered.
SIBLINGS:
Hailes Marie Zimmerman - forever 7 - dead - murdered.
OTHER RELATIVES:
none, that Abel knows of at least...
HISTORY:
It all started with a bet....
Born in the country side of New York City, they moved around a lot- his mom was his perfect motherly image, warm and caring and not to mention his little sister who was 4 years younger than himself- something he took pride in was their delectable looks, as well as the fact that his Mum was a model. They grew up in a large house, with a good amount of rooms, and a nice balcony which you could see the faint outline of the near-by city.
His life was great, but then he became withdrawn, and of course his parents thought that it was just because he was a "teenager"- just because one word can really sum it all up.....
"I was 13 when my mom told my dad she had to go to work earlier- the fucking whore she was. Oh how she pissed me off, her voluminous curves, the way her hair bounced- it made me want to destroy her clothes and take her right there- but I didn't; I couldn't. It was wrong, and it went against everything I was taught- but they never told me that following my mom to her "job" would be the wrong thing to do. So telling my dad I was going out, I followed my mom- the fucking whore... When I get behind her car on my bike, I watched her turn into a hotel parking lot, and my thoughts were wondering why she was turning in there- instead of heading to the studio where I knew she had a photo shoot today. It was some two-bit- whore hotel, where you could get a room for the night for a lowly 35 dollars. The white-trash hick working at the counter fucking recorded the shit from the rooms for a living- probably sold them too.. But I ignored what I say, and why my gut told me- even though I was high off my bowl I had had earlier that morning, I looking into the window of the ground level hotel room, the shitty curtains draped lousy over the window-- but what I saw killed me.
My mom was lying on her back, on the bed- rats scurrying across the floor, and the nasty old man mounting her like she was one of those plastic ponies at some grocery stores that little kids can ride for a penny. I could feel my brows furrow as I watched my wet mother taking the guy, her moans arousing me- even though my mind had shattered. I felt my fingers brush against the flesh of my face, sweeping my hair over my hand somehow; my bright blue eyes fogging over- and I was caught. But the man slowly pulled his pants up, and walked outside, dragging me in by my hair: he told me to watch while he took my mom, while he did what my urges had begged me to do... I shoved my small frame into a corner and let my bangs cover my eyes, my lips curled up into a twisted smile as I listened to the sin before my virgin eyes. I laughed darkly, my giggle causing them to glare at me- my thoughts reeling on how much of a fucking whore my mother was- of how much I wanted to kill her, to heel her insides in my hands. I somehow felt my pupils narrow and my fists clench as I picked up a glass shard from a beer bottle; gripping it tightly in my hand. My blood running down my hand in rivulets the old man and my mom not even noticing my boldness as they moaned in their wet chorus of sin.
I giggled and shoved the glass shard into the man's lard like stomach, my smile twitching as my high-pitched giggle made my mom flinch. My voice echoing throughout the now silent sex scent room. "I bet you wouldn't be able to kill this whore you've mounted- if you can kill her, your life is spared- if you can't.." he giggled again, his eyes aflame with insanity "Then your own life is fore-fit..." I smiled and twisted the shard of glass that was buried in his naked lard. I stood there and watched his eyes widen, my own glass cut hand bleeding ferociously- but less so than the man's gut. I could feel the crescendo in the man's pulse as he backed into a wall- shaking his head feebly as if he had suddenly lost his entire IQ- including the need for survival. I smiled and walked into the bathroom, opening the cabinet below the sink- finding some kind of odd PVC pipe with painfully jagged edges, while my hand was throbbing with graceful endorphins of pleasure.. I chuckled walking out of the room, looking the man in the eyes- watching his fear, my pleasure swelling to an all time high. Before I was aware of what I was doing I felt the warm flow of blood on my hands, and saw the plastic PVC pipe sticking out of the man's stomach, right below his ribcage, sharply angled upwards. My mom was crying, and I was shaking with excitement. My mind fully re-sculptured- and that night; my entire family died- and I was born.... thus my life has continued. hehe.."
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