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Freddie Neumann

"Bitch, please. My eyebrows give me inspiration."

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a character in “The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword”, originally authored by cc.jones, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” }
- Hans Christian Andersen, The Complete Fairy Tales
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|{Full Name}|
Herman Christopher Andrews.

|{Nickname}|
Andrew {Common; liked} // "Babydoll" {Often; adored} // Hans {Rarely; neutral}.

|{Birthday}|
2nd April.

|{Age}|
Twenty [20].

|{Ethnicity}|
Dutch 75% // English 19% // Swedish 6%

|{Sexuality}|
Openly Homosexual

|{Writer}|
Hans Christian Anderson




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{“My life will be the best illustration of all my work.” }
-Hans Christian Anderson

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Finds it quite difficult to maintain eye contact unless he gets really passionate about something or upset. // Can get really excited when talking about something he cares about and tends to start speaking fast. // No matter where he is or what he is doing, he always makes time to be a gentleman (ie. opening the door for females, picking up their items, carrying said items if they seem a little heavier than he would prefer, etc.) // Arranges his colored candies by color and then eats them in this order: most hated to most favorite. // Drums his fingers on a flat surface when he's bored. // Curses like a sailor when he's angry. // Always has a small notepad to write in. // Transitions from English to Dutch to English again without realizing it when he's angry. // Meditates silently to himself when he feels stressed or really upset. // Has a constant supply of hand sanitizer // Can't Whisper For His Life. Has a Stage Whisper. // Often squeals when coming on to juicy gossip // Flutters eyes whenever flirting

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Confidence Playing The Piano Singing Comforting People || Cheering Them Up Making Others Look Good Optimistic || Charismatic Encouraging Ballet || Tap || Jazz Resolving Conflicts Plotting Out Stories Creative

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
ADHD Cooking Heavy Spender Cooking

|{Hobbies}|
{Playing the Piano } { Singing || Karaoke } { Writing || Screen Writing || Directing } { Going To Musicals} {Daydreaming} {Cleaning} {Flirting} {Collects Fedora Hats} {Gossiping} {Shopping}

|{Fears}|
øChipped Nailsø
øHeightsø
øGetting A Stain On His Clothesø
øBeesø
øWrinklesø
øGrowing Oldø

|{Secrets}|
"Babydoll has no secrets, honey. I'm all open to the public."

|{Bucket List}|
{Move to New York City, New York} {Win An Oscar || Win A Grammy} {Become A Bestselling Author} {Walk The Runway} {Star In A Television Series} {Direct A Broadway Musical} {̶S̶t̶a̶r̶ ̶I̶n̶ ̶A̶ ̶M̶u̶s̶i̶c̶a̶l̶}̶ {̶W̶i̶n̶ ̶A̶w̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶'̶B̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶H̶a̶i̶r̶'̶}̶ {̶M̶e̶e̶t̶ ̶L̶a̶d̶y̶ ̶G̶a̶g̶a̶}̶ {̶M̶e̶e̶t̶ ̶B̶e̶y̶o̶n̶c̶é̶}̶ {̶O̶w̶n̶ ̶1̶8̶9̶ ̶F̶e̶d̶o̶r̶a̶ ̶H̶a̶t̶s̶}̶

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{“Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.” }
-Hans Christian Anderson




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|{Personality}|
{Charismatic, Impulsive, Adaptive, Arrogant, Mischievous, Dramatic}

Herman has his own brand of what most people would call charisma- a trait that isn't exactly in Arcane University, which is known for it's charismatic and easygoing students. His charisma is the sort that one might find in the person that everyone scolds, but secretly loves all the same. He has this endless energy and cheerfulness that simply draws people in- after all, when you sing, the mountains echo it back, and when one laughs, the world laughs with you. He learned this at some point in his life, and thus came to be the sort of person who makes a point with his happiness- and is able to pull people towards him through it. He has a magnetic quality, really, that makes people want to go along with what he says, even though reason tells them not to. It's because he seems to imply the sort of memories and adventures of youth that one looks fondly upon- a Peter Pan of sorts, perhaps.

And this hint of adventure and carefree tendencies stems from an impulsive streak that is a mile wide. The only thing Herman cannot resist is temptation- or so he claims, quoting Oscar Wilde. Thinking things through is what he leaves to other people while he charges into things head first and without a single thought as to what the consequences of his reckless actions, for they often are reckless, might have. While this impulsiveness has gotten him into plenty of situations, it also has been the source of many grand memories. Herman doesn't let opportunities pass him by because he doesn't take them quickly enough- and thus finds himself in all sorts of fun [and trouble]. Most of his adventures begin with a tiny, thoughtless decision, and escalate from there. It can never be claimed that Herman is merely a spectator- he likes to grab life by the lapels and has his way with it.

His impulse has been allowed to grow thanks to a very effective fertilizer- adaptability. Sure, he may get himself into tight situations, or strange ones, often enough, but Herman also has the capacity to change and evolve enough to rise to such occasions. He is a quick thinker if there ever was one, the sort who relies on in-the-moment processing and gut instincts. Perhaps he may not solve the long-term problem, but Parker can deal with the now. Given any number of situations, he is capable of altering himself and adapting to them. It may draw into question how concrete a person he really is, this capacity, but he's also seemed more fluid than solid- changing to fit the container, free and moving.

Herman does have a bit of an ego, that much must be admitted. Part of his social competence comes from the confidence that he is worth listening to and liking. Just believing that enough yourself is often a step to make other people, inherently impressionable, believe the very same thing of you. Of course, Herman is not simply confident- he is downright arrogant. The concept of him failing is so out there to Herman, despite having happened before, that he acts as though he cannot lose, speaks as though his words are fact, and grins like the sort of person for whom everything has always worked out. His utter lack of preparation and consideration for the future stems wholly from the certainty he possess that he is good enough to figure things out when he gets there, that he'll be able to work everything out for himself. As of yet, this has never led to a great failure for him, but it surely must eventually- especially if he were ever to be rejected or tossed aside.

There is a somewhat impish side of Herman. Well, perhaps that is his entire side, for he is the sort to sneak out at night, bend rules like rubber, and break them altogether if it fits his need. Herman loves pranks and laughter and freedom and reckless bravery- they, to him, define youth, and he has always been terrified of growing old. They interweave with his flair for dramatics- something that has been a source of amusement and irritation for those around him for many years. If he is going to do something, Parker will do it big, or not alone. He doesn't do one-acts or half-shows or 'good efforts'. If life is a stage, and poorly cast, Freddie plans to be the exception to the rule. If nothing else, he has an inherent craving for attention, and seeks it out through absurd stunts and pure cockiness.




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{“To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy. ” }
-Hans Christian Anderson



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Short cuts Daydreamers Original Ideas Spontaneity Gummy Bears // Skittles // Twizzlers // Gum Cleaning Public Speaking Surprises Dating // Cheesy Romantic Gestures // Cuddling Clever Costumes // Talented People // General Cleverness Movie Nights // Being With Friends // Parties Taking Pictures The Spotlight Fashion // Scarves // Hats // Cashmere Sweaters Drama Classes The Arts Broadway // Musicals // Plays Harmony // Friendship // Avoiding Disputes New York // Paris // CaliforniaTraveling Dancing Harmless Pranks // Cheesy Jokes // Pick-up Lines Free-time Romantic Movies // Chick Flicks // 80s Movies // Bad Horror Flicks Singing Males




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Socks With Sandals // Bad Perms // Bad Fashion Trends Boredom // Idleness Stubbornness Privacy Being Ignored Complete Silence Suspense Action Flicks // Slasher Movies // Anime Deadlines // Specific TimesSmall Groups Extreme Shyness Humiliation Getting Up Early // Going To Bed Early Bad Acne // Wrinkles Raisins // Chocolate // Lollipops Most Rhyming Poems Gray // Orange // Yellow Failing Writer's Block Homophobias // Religious Judgments // Racism // Sexism




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Character Dialogue || #DBA0A0

Face Claim || Chris Colfer




©This character is property of user cc.jones. Plagiarism of any kind will be reported.©


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So begins...

Freddie Neumann's Story

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To tell the truth, Jack held no particular fondness for sleeping in or getting up early. It rather depended on the circumstances, he believed. He could stay up all night working on a story or essay or in a deep discussion with a friend or he could go to bed early and wake up at the crack of dawn. In short, it depended on what he felt like. His only desire was that he'd have a cup of tea waiting for him in the morning.

He was not surprised to see other people in the kitchen. The Ink Saber dorm had a well-earned reputation for early risers. He nodded in greeting to a couple of people as he set himself to making a pot of tea. It was a habit he took from home. It was strange being so far away from home, though the two countries weren't two different. Visiting another Anglophone country was less of a culture shock than visiting, say, Turkey. But while Americans liked coffee in the morning, Jack felt that good Earl Grey tea was a must in the morning.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw a frustrated Eleanor enter the kitchen. He smiled at her friendly. They were as different as night and day, but Jack liked to think that they were friends. He set his cup of tea down and poured Eleanor a cup before placing the tea pot on the counter along with a few empty cups for anyone who wanted one. As he exited he stopped to greet Jade as he walked. It was nice to know someone else from the UK here and he admired her work as much as he did Eleanor's, though his fellow Brit only shared her work in class when she had to.

"Good morning. Excellent story last class."

That was his way. Short and friendly. If she was willing to talk more, he'd love to, but if not, he still had a gloomy Eleanor to cheer up. He took a seat on the couch next to said person and silently offered her a cup of tea. Looking at her laptop, he smiled.

"Paradise Lost is fascinating. I just finished my paper last night. Most people do not understand it, particularly the rhyme and meter. My copy has most of the words on the first few pages underlined, like the owner was expecting gold everywhere until the evidently gave up on reading it and sold it on ebay."

It was an offer to help if there ever was one and honestly, Jack liked this type of stuff. He gave a short nod to Rainier. He knew he was Eleanor's friend, but the two hadn't had the chance to talk that much.

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When John woke up, it was with a slight headache. He had been hard at work the night before shoring up his latest essay's defenses. He and a few of his political science teachers did not exactly see eye to eye on great many of things. It was only natural that they would be more critical of arguments which contradicted their own opinions.

He got dressed, deciding to wear black today based on the fact that he seemed to look good in it, and proceeded towards the dorm's kitchen. Rather than making breakfast from scratch, he opened up the refrigerator and found a container with his name taped across it. Day old pizza was a favorite breakfast food of his. It was only thing his dad knew how to cook in the morning.

As he microwaved a plate full of five cheese pizza, he saw a pot of tea ready for anyone who wanted one and poured himself a cup. As he took it out, he saw Victoria preparing herself some oatmeal and a smiled played at his lips.

"Awfully traditional this morning, aren't we?" John commented playfully. The two of them could not be more different, she an upper-class girl with revolutionary sympathies and he, an adamant capitalist from a working class background. He took a small bite of his pizza before setting his plate down on the counter and taking a sip of tea.

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The alarm rang at 8 o'clock sharp. After a few jabs at the snooze button, Alec prepared himself mentally for the day ahead. Part of him just wanted to lie in bed for the rest of the day. But as he neatly tucked in the last corner, he thought against it. Instead he dressed in a buttoned up shirt and a sweater vest. But he spoiled the preppy exterior by rolling up his sleeves and leaving his hair a wavy mess. He took his journal with him and stuck a pen behind his ear.

As he headed into the common room, he saw the others going about their morning and took a bracing sigh. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed. He poured himself some coffee and toast and sat near the TV, half-listening to the news. Then he set to work on his latest poem. It was a mess of words on a page, littered with notes and lines, splotches and scribbles. It had to be perfect and yet no matter what he did, perfection slipped through his fingers. The problem was, he lacked inspiration. His immediate world was orderly and neat and all the chaos he left at home was far away. Everything was black and white and left his pages an uninspired mess. What he needed was to break out of his comfort zone but even the idea left him ill at ease.