Criss Kauven

[enigma2]

Alright, little thought before you read further. I've noticed a few others creating a fourth account, and they must have been reading my mind - because i've wanted another account for quite some time! I figure this will help the male need, plus provide me with an actual happy charrie for once! If you say no, of course I'll delete this account.


- Enigma

ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Criss Jasper Kauven
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
Celebrity: Bill Kaulitz

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Criss has a very defined and smooth face - sometimes even considered a little feline-looking. His face is long, with high-set cheek bones that lead you directly to his fiery hazel eyes. And more prominently, those eyes are more often than not accentuated in black smoky eyeliner. Often considered ‘unfit’ for young male adults, but he’s bypassed the stage of really caring what others think of him. Besides, his complexion is often smoother and clearer than the majority of girls, but also very light toned, as the sun isn’t his most prized place to be. He has the average length nose, that follows down into his full lips - but don’t worry, he doesn’t use any other make-up besides eyeliner! He has one eyebrow piercing, along with his tongue. Overall, he has a very defined look about him.

Physique: Criss is by no means the typical teen boy who benches for those filling muscles and tight abs. On the contrary, Criss is very slim and slender, giving him again, a feline look. He is tall, but not lanky, since his body just flows with a very natural look. His style of clothing usually ranges from overly tight denim, to dark shirts with band logos and other ‘rebel’ appearances. School robes are not among his favorites, but he doesn’t object to them like some. Rather, he just wears something more comfortable (meaning, tighter) underneath, and as soon as the class is over - the robes are off. His hair is usually slipped out in spikes, since his hair nearly reaches the middle of his back. But on days when he doesn’t find the time to do some extravagant, he just straightens it and puts on a beanie.

Personality: Criss is a very likeable person, and also very intriguing. He’s the type that never asks for attention - it just follows him. Which he’s grown accustomed to the admiration, along with insults that fly his way. He’s just so, well, un-normal to the average teen. They take one look at him and instantly suspicion is raised on his allegiances. After the initial shock of ‘Oh my, he’s skinner than me!’ - then they get curious. Justly so, but he is very fond of new people and the attention they bring. He’s not the type to just turn you away because of race, creed, or even house colors; he really enjoys freedom of expression and the new customs that come with it. Of course, he does prize himself a little much when it comes to comparisons.

So it’s easy to pick up that Criss is a bit self-absorbed. He isn’t so far gone that whenever he speaks, people turn away. He’s just a little too applied to his looks and appearance. First impressions don’t necessarily mean anything to him, towards another person - but for anyone else to see him for the first time, he likes to ‘wow’ them. Of course, he’s also very charming to be around. His charisma reaches new heights that could never have been expected before. He’s the first to strike up a conversation, and usually has the last word. But he also has a sense of humor, and can easily get into a crowd.

Now, as fickle as he can be sometimes - he is also deathly loyal to those closest to him. In fact, he doesn’t really enjoy hurting anyone for whatever reason; unless they earn it. Criss has a burning passion for keeping the ones he loves safe - which includes his twin brother - Pheonix. Of course, for identical twins, they have absolutely opposite personalities. But that never changes his outlook on those he cares for. He simply just doesn’t put up with shit. He’s not the type to start a fight, but he won’t hold back if his buttons are pushed enough. Although he is very good at keeping his emotions safely bottled inside him. Very rarely does he lose his control.

He also enjoys keeping up on his information. Sometimes, rather annoyingly, he tries to prove his point - which would be that he is right. He’s a stubborn kid, and doesn’t give up easy on something he wants. But he is also very realistic, and doesn’t over-do it too often. He love to fantasize, but also keeps himself in check. On random days when he doesn’t have a planned affair, he’ll pull out a good book and start reading. He is intently interested in muggles, since he was raised in that environment; but more so magical things, since he doesn’t get the chance to study that too often at home. But those days are very rare, since he’s usually charming someone - no, rather another girl on a regular basis. He’s not at all a player, like his brother - instead he’s a genuine guy. Of course, the feeling of being crushed on by many just makes his day.

Likes:

+ Being adored
+ Dragons
+ Girls
+ Singing
+ Writing
+ Being the center of attention
+ Poetry
+ Having his appearance to perfection
+ Good Music
+ Traveling
+ Freedom

Dislikes:

- Deceiving people
- Gossip
- Drama
- High-class
- Yellow
- Muffins
- Seafood
- Hypocrites
- Rain
- Backstabbers
- Authority

History:

Criss was born just three minutes before his brother Pheonix, in a large hospital in the heart of Rheine, Germany. He was welcomed to a mother and father that cared quite a bit for their two new sons. Pampering was not to be withheld in the Kauven household. Although prospects soon brought ambition strong into the family lifestyle. Criss’ father was a wealthy business man, and at a work picnic, his boss took a look at the identical brothers, now six and their features bold. He pulled Criss’ father aside and point blank said, ‘those kids are going to be famous’. Of course, it wasn’t a magical prediction, since both parents were muggles. No, it was by their looks and personalities that their stardom slowly grew.

His overly pleased mother decided that she needed to broadcast their little ‘angels’ as she called them. Cuddling and playing was soon replaced by phone calls for child modeling and advertising. By simple luck, Pheonix landed a commercial on local TV. Then prosperity really hit strong, as ‘twins’ soon became the new fad. Everyone wanted cute little twins to promote their useless items. Life was good for several years - until Criss and Pheonix didn’t look so young anymore. Now standing at a fair ten years old, their career was slowly taking a pause.

That was when Criss’ mother decided to send of the close brothers to their aunts house. They never did understand why their aunt and uncle were always so preoccupied until that summer. Aunt Millie caught Criss using some basic magic, and instantly hugged the bewildered child. Pheonix too found he could use magic, and the two became even closer. From that day forward Aunt Millie (also Magic Millie) became their favorite family member. That was also when, she showed them her deepest secret - stretching far beyond the normal humans range of site, and tucked neatly in the tangled forests, lay a dragon farm. Yes, both Criss and Pheonix were in shock, but soon found that their love for the dragons was again, stronger than their mother and father. You see; after they could no longer bring in money in the commercial business, their parents began to get weary and resort to other means of attention. Sending them to recitals and other venues. That was when they discovered Criss could sing. So they pushed Pheonix into playing the guitar. They sounded good for youngsters, but they couldn't possibly be taken seriously.

That never really flew, as when Cross and Pheonix turned eleven, their letter in the mail was received with awe and dislike. Unwillingly, their parents shipped them off with the final loving goodbye. Their parents world became a struggle, because they had relied so much upon their children for income. They were afriad of that their children would turn out like 'Wacky Millie', but also forgot all the good times they once had. Criss has spent his years at Hogwarts building an inseparable bond with Pheonix, along with detaching himself from his childhood. He still has dreams of being in a band, but those are on hold until he graduates - which isn’t too far off. In the mean time, the twins have spent their summers with their Aunt Millie, rather than their parents, save a few short visits. Criss’ focus is on finishing his magical learning, then branching out into the musical world.

ABOUT YOU

Name: Enigma
Years of Experience: 4
Sample Post:

Her mind was vacant today, listless and cloudy with no general direction. She felt nothing, not even the cold mist that was clinging to the morning air. She could just muse herself with the idea of what her brittle mother would say. ‘Don’t you sit out here and get wet in those good clothes, Rita!’ or ‘Get your little hind end back in here before I tan it!’. It was quite entertaining to just imagine herself at home, so unwanted and in the way. She couldn’t possibly remember a time when her father wasn’t gambling and her mother wasn’t an alcoholic. Of course her mother’s choice in fine dining wasn’t the muggle brewed shit, straight from vineyards and barrels. Oh no, her preference was magic induced hangover’s that had many brilliant side effects; from changing skin colors, to believing she was a different identity altogether.

So abstract were her current thoughts, no where near Hogwarts for that matter. Several long kilometers away her mother was probably sobbing while her father came home with a pocket much lighter than when he first went out. No wonder she was so doomed from the beginning. If not for her caniving nature, she would never have made it this far. Although as tough as she may be, blind ambition is almost as deadly as seeing the clear threat. She remembered long ago, when only a tot, her parents having a rather loud and deadly argument. She remembered burying herself in the soft plush of her stuffed animal and wishing it all away. From that day she had started the slow building of film on her eyes. Year by year it became thicker and thicker, making her visions of reality that much more blurred.

She inhaled deeply, letting go of that meaningless memory. It meant nothing to her now. Even if she had the chance to change things, it would do no good. The smell of the air was heavy and damp. She could almost taste the wet drops in her mouth, soothing and relaxing. Opening her pale blue eyes, she sought out her landscape. Much more rigid and gothic than that of her smelly old room. There were no boxes of painful memories here, no matter the amount of loathing from other school children. There were no adults drinking their lives away, just to null their own fucked up childhoods. No. This place was worse. It was wild and avid. But she was better adapted here. She had the mind and drive to carve out her future inscriptions.

She was the beast here, not her family. She pranced to and fro like the cheap champ she was. The winner of what? The most hated? Was that all she could do with herself? As much as she wanted to be the most attractive or sought after, or even the most liked - something in her nature made her hand stretch out and close the distance that was trying to be intruded upon her. And her best choice for them to leave her alone? Cruelty of course. Why make their lives easier, when everyone else has to fight tooth and claw for what they get? No…she would be certain to leave her name here for many years to come. She would be the writer everyone feared, because only she was strong enough to write down what she wanted. She would be known. Period. Her eyes closed briefly, then opened back up with an intense gaze, but pointed nowhere in particular.

Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia

[Devona Edgecombe]

Nice app E.

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