Post by rose on Feb 28, 2010 10:09:00 GMT -5
...Mordekai ‘Kay’ Nielsen*
*Can you spell ‘Eternity’?*
[/size]*Can you spell ‘Eternity’?*
...basics*
name Mordekai Michel Nielsen
nickname Kay - which he uses more often than his real name.
(If he can get away with it, he signs off as ‘Kay’ on official documents.)
age 28
gender male
grade N/A (graduate)
hometown London, England
sexuality Heterosexual
personification Kay
...appearance*
hair color Black-brown
eye color Ice-blue
build Skinnier than average
height 1.64 m
clothing style Kay loves vests. Oh, yes, and shirts with lapels he can starch. He has a pair of dark glasses which he wears outdoors due to his eye condition – leading many people to believe he’s blind.
distinctive traits Kay has a notable English accent, which most people tend to point out. He doesn’t like being out in the sun much, and will probably be the first person to make a beeline for shelter on a sunny day.
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Recently, he's developed a habit of rubbing his eyes. He believes it could be due to his worsening eye condition, but he hasn't found much to support the theory.
...personal*
personality Any doctor would agree Kay is more intelligent than most people his age - he's great with puzzles - not so with people.
While his eyes may not be the best, he's got a brilliant knack for detail and notices things most people wouldn't pay attention to in a Holmes-like manner. He’s meticulous and rather anal retentive when it comes to the arrangement of things around him – he stacks books in alphabetical order and files his letters in folder-drawers.
He is also pretty self-absorbed, with what some doctors would classify as a 'superiority complex from his intelligence', and what other doctors would classify as autism. This does become a big problem when he tries to be friendly, as most of what he says sounds disturbingly egoistical.
There are some nasty little gay rumors flying over his head, due to his – let’s call it ‘un-masculine’ – obsession with snowflakes. And, contrary to what his name might imply, he’s neither Jewish nor Danish... At least, he doesn't think he is.
past Kay’s father met a tragic end thanks to a nasty little eye condition (which Kay is suspicious he might have inherited) that makes the eyeballs and the brain susceptible to major infections. His mother fell off the roof of their apartment after scattering her husband’s ashes into the wind from there (the police aren’t really sure if she jumped, though Kay is pretty certain she did).
After a great, uncomfortable, and incomprehensible cycle of Social Services, he was dumped upon his maternal grandmother, in a part of London so congested a person could literally walk from one rooftop to the other (which soon became his favorite way of entertaining himself as a boy).
He soon made friends with his grandmother’ neighbor, a little girl with an obsession for roses, and formed the closest thing he’s had since to a relationship with her. Together, they grew a brilliant rose garden that spanned both their roofs (and, though he disputes it, could finish each other's sentences).
However, to further his studies, he left her heartbroken and his grandmother alone to pursue a college scholarship in New York.
He first met Philippe Besixdouze (‘The Little Prince’) in Central Park, busking illegally – and later, coincidentally, looking at the same apartment he decided to rent. They've lived together for several years now, and have put up with each other a-la Chandler and Joey.
He visits his grandmother in England every year at Christmas, although his old friend is long gone. Though he's forgotten her name, he keeps a photo of her on his dresser, just so he won’t forget what she looks like if they ever meet again one day.
present Living in what counts as the penthouse of his brownstone (the only thing remotely penthouse-like about it’s the roof access from the fire escape) with Philippe Besixdouze has its perks. With the both of them loving roses, he tends to the large rose garden he planted on the rooftop while Philippe focuses only on a single rose which – according to Kay – he ‘spoils’.
Considering himself as the saner half of the both of them, he isn’t very supportive of Philippe's habits – from the large metal funambulist’s wire that takes up part of the living room to the occasional juggling ball that busts a window – and dreads picking up his friend from police stations. As per their F.R.I.E.N.Ds-esque friendship, they argue often, but easily forget their quarrels (all of which, more-than-often, lead many people to believe they’re a gay couple).
Kay alternates his time between tending to the roses at Last Petal LLC (his excuse for a steady paying job), and guest lecturing at the occasional university on the formation of snowflakes in biological physics.
family
Hans and Lumi Nielsen (Parents – deceased)
Jenny “Grannie” Lind (Legal guardian – the first person he visits every Christmas.)
likes
- Roses
- Reading
- Saying ‘shhhuuush!’ in the Library
- The Sunday Crossword puzzle
- Snowflakes
- Looking into other people’s apartments with binoculars.
- Pretending to be blind (and seeing if anyone opens the door for him)
- Skating in Central Park
dislikes
- Mirrors
- People to who talk in libraries
- Small children
- Sunlight
- People pronouncing his name like ‘Day’ and ‘May’ (it’s pronounced to rhyme with ‘Die’ and ‘My’)
- Vampire jokes
other notes Kay is Photophobic – medically sensitive to light – he’s even got a little certificate to prove it. He wears sunglasses a lot because of this, and sometimes forgets to take them off indoors.
...literature*
book title The Snow Queen (H C Andersen)
backstory Kay is a young boy who lives in a city so compact that all the roofs touch each other – all the more reason to share the roof with his rose garden and Gerda, his best friend. Winding up with a shard of the Devil’s Mirror (which distorts things to seem ugly) in his eyes and his heart, Kay become harsh and can only find beauty in snowflakes.
No surprise, he gets kidnapped by the Snow Queen: a lady so cold, she has no emotions. Soon, Kay becomes devoid of feeling just like her, allowing only logic to take place in his brain.
Given the task to form an ‘Eternity’ in the ice around her palace, Kay finds himself befuddled by this puzzle. In the nick of time, Gerda, who had been looking for him for years, arrives and kisses him – breaking the mirror and the Snow Queen’s spell, and solving the puzzle by making the ice feel glee in her love.
...roleplayer*
name Nicolette (Nico, Nick, Nicky, or Dora, whichever works for you.)
age Almost seventeen
gender female
rp experience Four years on assorted forums… and, oh, yeah, Neopets.
how you found ouac Neopets RP boards
rp sample (How Kay met Philippe in the penthouse.)
The first thing Kay noticed when he walked into the apartment was the skylights – five small, slanting panels of glass that sloped down from the ceiling. The view wasn’t fantastic, but the five rectangles of light they cast into the living room were downright artistic.
“…now, of course, I’ve been having issues with plumbing,” The landlord kicked a large pipe that jutted out from the wall. A distinct gurgle was heard as water once more started to rush through it. “But that’s a good thing for you, since I’m willing to bring down the rent,”
“And how much rent are we talking here, Mister Tibbs?” Kay bent down and inspected the area under the sink. An ominously dark stain had spread under the basin and a small family of spiders scuttled out of his sight, but that did nothing to lower the value of the apartment in his eyes.
“One point five grand a month,”
Kay flinched. His head met the sink’s underside. Hard.
“That’s a tad pricey, don’t you think?” He winced, not so much from the pain blooming in the back of his head.
“It’s a penthouse.” The landlord gestured expansively about the room – from the peeling wallpaper to the worm out wall-to-wall carpet. “And penthouses like this don’t come cheap-”
If the old landlord had anything else to say, the front door’s creaking cut him short. To call it a creak would be a grave understatement – it sounded more like the dying squeals of ten disturbed pigs. Against all the noise, it was almost possible to ignore the man it had just permitted into the room.
“ ‘Ello,” Said the blonde human being that now had both feet in the apartment.
“Oh, Mister Besixdouze,” Mister Tibbs beamed. “Mister Kay Nielsen, meet Mister Philippe Besixdouze.”
Kay’s eyes, alit with a wild kind of surprise, narrowed with a grin.
“We’ve met,”
