Ludwig Application

[Ludwig Beilschmidt]

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((If I stretched the board, I'm sorry; I don't have enough experience with HTML to figure out how to do that.))

'ALRIGHT NOW THAT WE KNOW YOUR NAME LETS GET DOWN TO BASICS. WHY DID YOUR PARENTS NAME YOU THAT? ANY BIG SIGNIFICANCE TO YOUR NAME?'

If you go back far enough, you can find that the name Ludwig was derived from the Germanic name Chlodovech, a rough translation of which is “famous warrior.” There have also been many famous Ludwigs throughout history, such as Ludwig van Beethoven, Ludwig Wittgenstein, etc. But I don’t think that’s why my parents chose that for my name. Knowing my father, it’s because of the etymology. My father was very… Well, I suppose that will come later.

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HOW ABOUT YOUR AGE, HOW OLD ARE YOU? ARE YOU IN COLLEGE OR HIGHSCHOOL, WHAT GRADE? A SENIOR JUNIOR SOPHMORE OR FRESHMAN?'

I’ll be nineteen in a few weeks; my birthday is October 3rd. However, people have told me I appear much older. One of my professors even thought I was in my late twenties! Apparently, worry lines and lack of sleep add about ten years to my countenance.
I’m a pre-med student at a local university, and I’ll be receiving my bachelor’s degree in a few years, at which time I plan to attend medical school and get the hell out of Las Vegas. I really have nothing against the city itself, nor the people in it, but I don’t think the typical Vegas party life is for me. Also, it would be a wonderful opportunity to quit my job.
I’ve worked at the Club KUSUR for almost a year now as…a…stripper, which my brother never fails to tease me about, despite the fact that he has the same job. Yes, I loathe that job, but I really am desperate. I left home rather abruptly, so I didn’t have much money at the time. I had to subsequently take out a few student loans, and… Well, debt tends to pile up rather quickly, and I do also need to eat, after all.) My brother got me the job, and I suppose I ought to be grateful since it pays well enough, but I still can’s seem to rid myself of the overwhelming shame I feel every evening when I arrive at work. I just can’t maintain a professional attitude about it. With luck, though, I’ll be done with that stage of my life very soon…
By the way, my boss and most of my coworkers think I’m twenty-one (almost twenty-two, now), so if you and Gilbert could be careful with that information, I would be quite grateful. I hate lying to everyone, but I really do need this job, and I can’t serve alcohol yet, which really puts me at a deficit as far as the job hunt in Vegas goes.

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'THATS NICE, THAT YEAR WAS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE. SO ANYWHO, LETS TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU LIKE, GIVE ME TEN THINGS THAT YOU ABSOLUTLY LOVE TO DO'

I don’t have time for hobbies or pastimes; between my classes and my job, I barely even have enough time for sleep. But I suppose I did have a few at some point…
• I love to read. It’s probably not surprising, given how studious I’ve been told I am, but I can think of nothing more relaxing than a good book at the end of a long day.
• Organization. If things are disorderly, it really does drive me insane. It’s become more of a routine than a chore to organize my belongings at the beginning and end of each day.
• Beer. I know it sounds so stereotypically German, but it’s true.
• I have a dog, and a great way to unwind after work and mentally prepare myself for my classes is to take her on her morning walk.
• Football (Soccer, as it’s called in America). Trust me, you do not want to be near me during the World Cup. Over the summer, a few of my classmates and I would gather to watch each game, and the neighbors grew to hate us after the first game. Apparently, the walls in that apartment are paper-thin.
• My few moments of solitude and relaxation. They don’t come often, and when they do, I make sure to enjoy them for all they’re worth, since I never know when the next one will be coming.
• I don’t tell my classmates this, but I enjoy cooking and baking, especially German food. It makes me feel closer to home, since I haven’t been there in years.
• I’m sure my brother would not agree with me, but I find my classes fascinating. Though they are a great deal of work, they are very rewarding.
• Speaking of Gilbert, he is a good brother, despite his many antics.
• Erm… I’ve never told anyone this, not even Gilbert, but…. I like to sing. Mostly in the shower, but even so, it’s another relaxation technique, and the German songs are especially soothing.

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'HMM, INTERESTING. WELL YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING..HOW ABOUT DISLIKES?'

Yes, I suppose I did know this would be the subsequent question. I don’t mean to sound negative, but…
• Unnecessary conflict. I don’t like to fight; I don’t have the time, patience, or energy for it.
• An excess of excitement and noise. It stresses me out and gives me headaches. Remind me again why I took a job at the club…
• Headaches. They’re painful and inhibit my ability to do my classwork/job. Though, they are mostly brought on by the aforementioned job, so…
• Disorder. It just makes it that much more of a struggle to find what I’m looking for and get where I need to be on time, so whenever something is out of place, I feel compelled to fix it.
• Rude people, especially customers. You have no idea how one person can change your whole day, and rude people do not change it for the better, let me tell you. Unfortunately, there’s no shortage of those sorts of people in Las Vegas.
• Gilbert’s rambunctiousness and tomfoolery. I can’t stand how it sometimes becomes my responsibility to babysit my older brother. I also cannot understand how he tries to get away with drinking at work. When will he realize that the legal drinking age will not change just for him?
• My job. I am grateful to have a way to put food on the table and make tuition payments, but I’m still a bit (very) ashamed of it.
• Laziness, whether it’s my own or that of my classmates/coworkers. It makes it more difficult for me to get my own work done if others are undermining my efforts, intentionally or not.
• All-nighters. If I pull an all-nighter, whether it’s for work or school, I can’t function properly in class the next day, and I can’t get everything I should out of the lesson.
• Finally, I have to say that I have no patience whatsoever for anything I deem stupid or idiotic. Which actually happens to be quite a few things, but…

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'WOW, THATS VERY INTRIGUING, YOU ARE A STRANGE YET UNIQUE PERSON.. WHY DONT YOU FURTHER ELABORATE ON YOURSELF, WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?'

This sort of question really bothers me, as I’ve found that when one describes oneself to others, one ends up flattering oneself unnecessarily. But since I don’t suppose I really have a choice, I’ll just try to be as honest and objective as possible.

While my brother is very social (and a bit wild and crazy at times), I myself am more of an introvert. I relish my few moments of relaxation and solitude, and so I often come off as antisocial or cold. I’m not really, but I just prefer to be alone sometimes, because it is surprisingly difficult to relax and recharge the metaphorical batteries with other people around, giving me migraines. But sometimes my brother will bring some beer to my apartment (though where he gets it, I never will know), and when he does, I do indulge, despite the fact that I’m not old enough by American standards. And though I can hold my alcohol, too much can cause…interesting situations, so I try not to get drunk often; I like to be in control of my own actions, danke.

I’m a bit of a perfectionist (well, maybe more than a bit), so I always try to reach my full potential, be it in school or in life, and I become irritated when others are not trying to do the same. Therefore, I’ve been told that I scare many people. My intentions are good, but…. Suffice to say they don’t always appear that way. Ah well, no matter. I never really cared what others think of me. It’s probably better that way, considering how ashamed I am of what I do for a living.

I’m also quite protective. I don’t truly care for many people, but I would do almost anything to protect those few about whom I do care, such as my brother. And I care for these people because they keep me from becoming lonely. Most people fear me because I appear to be emotionless and cold, so they do not want to associate closely with me. But the people who do are kind, and they genuinely care about me. So I care too, I suppose…

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'THATS COOL, WELL I KNOW ALL I NEED TO ABOUT YOU..HOW ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS EH? ARE THEY NORMAL, MESSED UP, SECRETIVE, BROKEN APART..WHAT?'

I don’t want to slander my own family, but I suppose you’re looking for the truth, so I can’t very well lie to you. My brother Gilbert describes my father as a ‘douche,’ and while I would not use such a crude word myself, I privately feel the same way. He didn’t respect my mother, but she just went along with whatever he though was best. She was a woman of weak character. I think that my father’s entire purpose for raising a family was to produce sons for the military, but he didn’t see any potential in Gilbert because of his appearance. I personally don’t think that’s any reason to judge someone, but obviously he disagreed.

As a result, I was the son who was groomed for the military, always taught that perfection wasn’t good enough, that the military was where I belonged, that it would bring honor to the family, etc. I had always wanted to be a doctor, but it seemed my father was adamant, so I felt it would be better to play along and keep up the ruse until I could take care of myself. I always resented that Gilbert was not treated the same way I was. It made me sad when they would forget about him because he didn’t live up to their standards, but I couldn’t say anything, and I still hate that I didn’t stand up for him.

I applied to colleges with good pre-med programs behind my father’s back (perhaps Gilbert’s growing rebellion inspired me?), and I was elated when I was accepted. That elation was dampened, however, by the fact that it was my father who found the letter in the mail. Naturally, he went berserk when he realized I had gone behind his back and rejected his dream for me, and the argument that followed was something to remember. It ended with me following my brother’s lead and leaving the house with one suitcase and the ticket to the rest of my life that had come in the mail. Though I do wish I’d thought that through better. I never did get my laptop back, and the new one was expensive…

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'WOW, NICE FAMILY TREE. WELL WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY, WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR'

Well… I suppose it would have to be the day I received my acceptance letter from the college I now attend. It may not be a very large or prestigious college, but it was the first indication that I would be able to fulfill my dream of becoming a doctor. That also happened to be the day I left the house. Now I understand why my brother did it. What liberation!

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'HOW ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?'

I don’t like to be negative, but I think my worst memory would be the day one of my classmates humiliated me to the point that I considered calling in sick to work that night. He’d been to the club the night before and seen… Well, he’d seen me doing my job. Then, during class the next day, he proceeded to announce to the entire lecture hall (in which there were a few hundred students, professors, and lecturers) that I worked as a stripper for a living. It was the truth, but still… It was humiliating, made even more so by the fact that half the students turned up at the club that night to see if it was true. As I did not call in sick, I was the laughingstock of the campus for days (though I did make quite a bit of money that night). When I asked my professors if they thought less of me because of it, they all answered ‘no,’ so I suppose that was comforting. Maybe…

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'WELL THATS GOOD, I THINK IVE ASKED EVERYTHING I NEED TO ASK, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WISH TO TELL ME BEFORE I GO?'

Erm, yes… If you happen to stop by the club while I’m working, please try not to think badly of me. We all do what we have do, ja?

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THE ROLEPLAYER

'HI IM LAUR, WHAT CAN I CALL YOU?'

I can't/won't give out my real name, so just call me Ludwig or any variation of it.

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'AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?'

Sorry, I can’t answer that, either. Maybe now would be a good time to tell you that I’m a bit of a privacy freak OOC?

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'COOL COOL, WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE WITH RPING?'

about nine months

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'ALRIGHT, ONE LAST THING. WOULD YOU EVER BE WILLING TO HELP ME ADMIN IF I NEEDED IT?'

Sure.

((This is from an different AU rp, but I don’t think it should really matter. Ludwig seems a bit too gentle here, but rest assured that I can play drill sergeant Ludwig too.))
"Gilbert," Ludwig sighed, reaching into his bag and pulling out several yellowed sheets of parchment and leafing through them for what was probably the millionth time. Still, the familiar words filled him with the same joy and sadness and longing as they always had, simply because it was Gilbert who had written them. For years after his brother had run away, Ludwig had been receiving these letters, but they had stopped abruptly when he was ten years old. What had happened afterwards? Why had Gilbert stopped writing? Had something gone wrong? Had Gilbert fallen ill or gotten hurt? Ludwig supposed it didn’t matter; no matter the cause, he’d never heard from his brother again. And that was the thing that saddened him the most. For almost a century, he’d searched blindly, with only dreams and infrequent advice from magi as his guide, as proof that Gilbert was even alive. Would he ever succeed? And what would he do if he did? How had Gilbert survived for this long, anyway? Had his time frozen, as Ludwig’s had? Or was it possible that his brother had continued aging, and was now an old man? Or maybe…could Gilbert be something else entirely? He sighed in confusion.

But Ludwig’s musings were abruptly cut off as he heard a voice from the other side of the fountain, “Who’s there? Show yourself! I can hear you… Don’t try to hide.” From the corner of his eye, he could see a sword drawn, but he didn’t draw his own. He wasn’t looking for a fight.

Ludwig didn’t even look up as he set Gilbert’s letters aside. “Good, gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair. And when he finally did look up, he was astonished at the man standing before him. Silver hair, red eyes, pale skin… It all looked so…familiar… It looked like…Gilbert…

“Who are you?” he finally had to ask.

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[Alfred F. Jones]

ACCEPTED ;;
Whoa, the portrayal of him is amazing! o.o I've seen way too much Germany's that are, to put it lightly, horrible, but you seem to have gotten his character down! So aweome~ x3 We welcome you to the site with open arms o/