Post by Kent of Korbania on May 8, 2010 2:32:52 GMT -5
Name: Born as Kent Bartholomew Christian Kevin Louis Martin Bate-Smith-Jenkens von Herbermayer XII but known as "Prince Kent of Korbania".
Age: 14
Hair color: Light sandy blonde which sparkles under the interior light of the school building like the sun peeking out from a cloudy rainstorm. (Maybe he's born with it's-- maybe it Maybelline?)
Eye color: Soft eyes, the same greenish grey as the murky waters of the Jersey shore. The shimmering discarded beer bottle and the old Boardwalk Fries cup can almost been seen if one looks deeply into his eyes-- but it's only imaginary. An illusion created by the similarity in color. (Read: "Dark Unsaturated Green".)
Height: He towers above most small children and housecats at a hight of exactly six feet.
Appearance: His feet are petite but effect anchors which keep him stations only when he wants. Tethered to his torso with smooth slender legs. His pelvis is such that it's the dreams of many during a lonely night (why isn't there a trait for that?). His tight abdomen is not well defined, but small impressions of muscle barely poke though. His pectoral muscles are defined slightly and milky white as the rest of his skin. Above this is a slender neck atop which sits a masculine jaw, pouty lips and a usually a smile that could kill, just below a cool scar on his left cheek. (Did I mention he's slender?)
Biography: Born to King Mendel and Queen Alessandra of The Kingdom of Korbania, making him the crown prince (over his little sister) . From a young age he was required to practice on every instrument in a full band and orchestra. He quickly became good at instruments, as butchering the national anthem was a crime punishable by spanking. Once he mastered the lengthy anthem a large celebration was held. All prominent residents of the kingdom attended. After the meal was finished and the banquet was over (and he he had played the anthem more times than he could count) there was a fire. He got out with just a small scar by his left eye due to silverware someone had lost hold of in the panic. His mother, however, who had retired to the drawing room was not as lucky. She was burned horribly and pronounced dead shortly after. He smells nice due to his imported cologne from his country, which he seems to sweat. Growing up on all the fine foods he has developed picky eating habits.
Personality: He is quiet and somewhat quixotic (especially about fire). He often ponders the mysteries of the universe. He is prone to spacing out in the middle of anything (making sports difficult). He can spend hours lost in thought, out of touch with the world. He is often friendly with people, when he's not being a space case, and really enjoys companionship. He is looking for a special someone who appreciates him for who is. He believes in true love. He is, however, haunted by the death of his mother, and he can be overprotective of those he deeply cares about (especially women), for fear of losing them.
Skills: Playing every instrument ever, reading music, spacing out, talking at length about nothing.
Stu Traits:
Smells nice (-2)
Cool scar(s) (-2)
Awesome musical talent (-6)
From nonexistent country (-10)
Royalty (-10)
Rich (-10)
Dead Parent (-8)
Heir (-10)
Extremely picky eater (+4)
Attention deficit disorder (+6)
Hoarder (+8)
Bad at sports (+5)
Phobia - Irrational fear of fire (+6)
((Please note that I tried to fake prose when describing him, as any good Gary-Stu should be described in vague, uncertain terms and as many words as possible. If there's any problems or concerns with my app please let me know.))
Age: 14
Hair color: Light sandy blonde which sparkles under the interior light of the school building like the sun peeking out from a cloudy rainstorm. (Maybe he's born with it's-- maybe it Maybelline?)
Eye color: Soft eyes, the same greenish grey as the murky waters of the Jersey shore. The shimmering discarded beer bottle and the old Boardwalk Fries cup can almost been seen if one looks deeply into his eyes-- but it's only imaginary. An illusion created by the similarity in color. (Read: "Dark Unsaturated Green".)
Height: He towers above most small children and housecats at a hight of exactly six feet.
Appearance: His feet are petite but effect anchors which keep him stations only when he wants. Tethered to his torso with smooth slender legs. His pelvis is such that it's the dreams of many during a lonely night (why isn't there a trait for that?). His tight abdomen is not well defined, but small impressions of muscle barely poke though. His pectoral muscles are defined slightly and milky white as the rest of his skin. Above this is a slender neck atop which sits a masculine jaw, pouty lips and a usually a smile that could kill, just below a cool scar on his left cheek. (Did I mention he's slender?)
Biography: Born to King Mendel and Queen Alessandra of The Kingdom of Korbania, making him the crown prince (over his little sister) . From a young age he was required to practice on every instrument in a full band and orchestra. He quickly became good at instruments, as butchering the national anthem was a crime punishable by spanking. Once he mastered the lengthy anthem a large celebration was held. All prominent residents of the kingdom attended. After the meal was finished and the banquet was over (and he he had played the anthem more times than he could count) there was a fire. He got out with just a small scar by his left eye due to silverware someone had lost hold of in the panic. His mother, however, who had retired to the drawing room was not as lucky. She was burned horribly and pronounced dead shortly after. He smells nice due to his imported cologne from his country, which he seems to sweat. Growing up on all the fine foods he has developed picky eating habits.
Personality: He is quiet and somewhat quixotic (especially about fire). He often ponders the mysteries of the universe. He is prone to spacing out in the middle of anything (making sports difficult). He can spend hours lost in thought, out of touch with the world. He is often friendly with people, when he's not being a space case, and really enjoys companionship. He is looking for a special someone who appreciates him for who is. He believes in true love. He is, however, haunted by the death of his mother, and he can be overprotective of those he deeply cares about (especially women), for fear of losing them.
Skills: Playing every instrument ever, reading music, spacing out, talking at length about nothing.
Stu Traits:
Smells nice (-2)
Cool scar(s) (-2)
Awesome musical talent (-6)
From nonexistent country (-10)
Royalty (-10)
Rich (-10)
Dead Parent (-8)
Heir (-10)
Extremely picky eater (+4)
Attention deficit disorder (+6)
Hoarder (+8)
Bad at sports (+5)
Phobia - Irrational fear of fire (+6)
((Please note that I tried to fake prose when describing him, as any good Gary-Stu should be described in vague, uncertain terms and as many words as possible. If there's any problems or concerns with my app please let me know.))