Full Name || Niklaus Oliver Amsel
Nickname || Klaus
Age || Twenty-two
DOB || June 14
POB || Reed City, Michigan
Religion || Agnostic
Zodiac || Gemini
Sexuality || Demiromantic Bisexual
Gender || Cismale (he/him/his)
Godly Parent || Fama
Years at Camp || One
Positive Traits || Altruistic | Assertive | Philomathic
Negative Traits || Self-reliant | Faithless | Deceitful
Likes || Poetry | Small gestures | Solace
Dislikes || Pride -- in every form of the word | Long conversations | Matters of the heart
Eccentricities || Doesn't use contractions | Furrows his eyebrows 8/10 times a day | Talks to himself when he's nervous | Bites the inside of his cheek when he's getting ready to say something
MBTI || INFJ-T
Moral Alignment || Neutral Good
Theme Song || I thought I saw the devil this morning | 'Cause your body's a message, send my regards to hell
Faiceclaim || Brandon Logie
Height || 6'1.5"
Weight || 173 lbs.
Build || Athletic, though not extensively toned as others
Hair || An unkempt mess of umber brown curls
Eyes || Baby blue
Voiceclaim || Daniel Sharman
Body Mods || N/A
Distinguishing Features || His pouted lips | A burn scar takes hold on his right shoulder, fading only once it reaches the center of his forearm.
Skills || Observation | Running | Lying and/or lie-detecting | Writing
Supernatural || Belief Inducement (inexperienced and rather uncontrolled), Dual Mind (unknown af), Psychic Shield (of which he can share unto others; unknown)
Weaknesses || Thought-out communication | Overconfidence | Short-distancecombat | Eye contact
The Amsel boy, like most children who fell from a rather ethereal apple tree, found himself raised in the company of his aunt and uncle. While no one dared speak of the child's true lineage, whispers trickled down the telephone line, and eventually left the little one with a heavy burden to bear on frail shoulders.
If A Series of Unfortunate Events resonated with anyone other than demi-gods, Klaus would call bullshit.
His father, Herrick, was said to have gone mad after reveling in riches for a few years -- fueled by a hysteria that chained itself down to only one celestial culprit. His mother was unbeknownst to the rest of the family, but so was most of reality when it simmered down to the gritty details. They were clueless to the power she held over them, dispersing fame or crippling rumors to each like a signature for her son. Her fingerprint was always there, always lurking in the pit of greed every human being held within themselves, but it was only until the boy was eighteen that she officially laid claim, giving a whole new outlook on the phrase "two-faced." Everything afterwards was better left unsaid by Klaus.
His aunt and uncle weren't near as bad as the rest of the Amsel's in the aftermath of his mother's wake. Their only sin was loving a little too much. And while it raised Niklaus with a humility most could not retain, it could very well have been any other negative trait -- for that was his foundation for shutting his kinfolk out. No matter what fueled them, be it love or an unquenchable thirst for things unobtainable, Klaus found little comfort in the world that was forced upon him. Things loomed in the shadows, people were hooked on whispers, and life itself seemed like an ongoing lie. There was nothing that clicked before Maggie Eukert and Theo Walden showed Klaus that not everyone was driven by a need to be known.
They were the rag-tag team that made teen TV dramas look like they were trying too hard. There were no love triangles, no strings attached, nor drunken hazes to rid the pain. They made their own life through literature, or found it in worn books that they read a little more than 'a few' times. It was simplistic. That's all Klaus ever wanted. As long as it went against everything his supposed being stood for, he had no complaints.
Fate, however, had several, and it all started with a match.
"Maybe if the whole school burned, they'd realize just how stupid they were being." Maggie had muttered at the end of a particularly rough day. She wasn't being serious as she was quite harmless in will and height, but there was never a time in which the trio didn't experience the shoe of someone a little higher on the food chain. "Then burn it." Klaus replied. There was a flash in his blue eyes that was far less humble; a tinge of the same craving his mother was known for; in those fleeting moments, Klaus was somebody else. The girl was under a spell nobody had any recollection of casting, yet it would dangle over his head from there on out. Theo continuously tried to convince both of them it was stupid. By then, Klaus couldn't remember the previous day, and Maggie was still set on fulfilling the offhand command.
It was all a misunderstanding. They were all scared and confused. Hell, they were teens who were bound to screw up eventually -- no one could get away from the outside world scot-free. Maggie got trapped in the library, bringing an irony that Klaus would never forget. The fire bloomed just as fast in there as the group's friendship the first time they collided in the 'Legends & Lore' section. Theo ran in after her while a fire drill was already in progress. Even the Amsel boy had a guilty conscience, but with it brought a fiery divide. Their hands were so close, yet his couldn't reach in time before skin burned. He was pulled back by firemen mere minutes later.
Both of his friends were found in critical condition once the whole parade of public safety showed up. More firetrucks, ambulance, and naturally police cars; their interest being on one particular female even though the real culprit looked like just another victim. While it seemed as though the library was both a start and a terrible end, Niklaus' story certainly didn't burn with the rest of the books. If he didn't want to be popular before, he sure the hell got it afterwards, and part of him wore a smile.
He was taken to Camp Daybreak by a more than understanding "trauma counselor" who implored his aunt and uncle to agree prior to the meeting. Though another chapter was written in, Niklaus still reread the several previous pages, debating whether or not giving into his premeditated path would have been the better option. Maybe if he was like his mother, things wouldn't have been left on such chaotic terms. If only he realized his star sign wasn't the only thing that held the power of two; one false and the other true. He was far more like mommy dearest than he cared to know.
Nickname || Klaus
Age || Twenty-two
DOB || June 14
POB || Reed City, Michigan
Religion || Agnostic
Zodiac || Gemini
Sexuality || Demiromantic Bisexual
Gender || Cismale (he/him/his)
Godly Parent || Fama
Years at Camp || One
Positive Traits || Altruistic | Assertive | Philomathic
Negative Traits || Self-reliant | Faithless | Deceitful
Likes || Poetry | Small gestures | Solace
Dislikes || Pride -- in every form of the word | Long conversations | Matters of the heart
Eccentricities || Doesn't use contractions | Furrows his eyebrows 8/10 times a day | Talks to himself when he's nervous | Bites the inside of his cheek when he's getting ready to say something
MBTI || INFJ-T
Moral Alignment || Neutral Good
Theme Song || I thought I saw the devil this morning | 'Cause your body's a message, send my regards to hell
Faiceclaim || Brandon Logie
Height || 6'1.5"
Weight || 173 lbs.
Build || Athletic, though not extensively toned as others
Hair || An unkempt mess of umber brown curls
Eyes || Baby blue
Voiceclaim || Daniel Sharman
Body Mods || N/A
Distinguishing Features || His pouted lips | A burn scar takes hold on his right shoulder, fading only once it reaches the center of his forearm.
Skills || Observation | Running | Lying and/or lie-detecting | Writing
Supernatural || Belief Inducement (inexperienced and rather uncontrolled), Dual Mind (unknown af), Psychic Shield (of which he can share unto others; unknown)
Weaknesses || Thought-out communication | Overconfidence | Short-distancecombat | Eye contact
The Amsel boy, like most children who fell from a rather ethereal apple tree, found himself raised in the company of his aunt and uncle. While no one dared speak of the child's true lineage, whispers trickled down the telephone line, and eventually left the little one with a heavy burden to bear on frail shoulders.
If A Series of Unfortunate Events resonated with anyone other than demi-gods, Klaus would call bullshit.
His father, Herrick, was said to have gone mad after reveling in riches for a few years -- fueled by a hysteria that chained itself down to only one celestial culprit. His mother was unbeknownst to the rest of the family, but so was most of reality when it simmered down to the gritty details. They were clueless to the power she held over them, dispersing fame or crippling rumors to each like a signature for her son. Her fingerprint was always there, always lurking in the pit of greed every human being held within themselves, but it was only until the boy was eighteen that she officially laid claim, giving a whole new outlook on the phrase "two-faced." Everything afterwards was better left unsaid by Klaus.
His aunt and uncle weren't near as bad as the rest of the Amsel's in the aftermath of his mother's wake. Their only sin was loving a little too much. And while it raised Niklaus with a humility most could not retain, it could very well have been any other negative trait -- for that was his foundation for shutting his kinfolk out. No matter what fueled them, be it love or an unquenchable thirst for things unobtainable, Klaus found little comfort in the world that was forced upon him. Things loomed in the shadows, people were hooked on whispers, and life itself seemed like an ongoing lie. There was nothing that clicked before Maggie Eukert and Theo Walden showed Klaus that not everyone was driven by a need to be known.
They were the rag-tag team that made teen TV dramas look like they were trying too hard. There were no love triangles, no strings attached, nor drunken hazes to rid the pain. They made their own life through literature, or found it in worn books that they read a little more than 'a few' times. It was simplistic. That's all Klaus ever wanted. As long as it went against everything his supposed being stood for, he had no complaints.
Fate, however, had several, and it all started with a match.
"Maybe if the whole school burned, they'd realize just how stupid they were being." Maggie had muttered at the end of a particularly rough day. She wasn't being serious as she was quite harmless in will and height, but there was never a time in which the trio didn't experience the shoe of someone a little higher on the food chain. "Then burn it." Klaus replied. There was a flash in his blue eyes that was far less humble; a tinge of the same craving his mother was known for; in those fleeting moments, Klaus was somebody else. The girl was under a spell nobody had any recollection of casting, yet it would dangle over his head from there on out. Theo continuously tried to convince both of them it was stupid. By then, Klaus couldn't remember the previous day, and Maggie was still set on fulfilling the offhand command.
It was all a misunderstanding. They were all scared and confused. Hell, they were teens who were bound to screw up eventually -- no one could get away from the outside world scot-free. Maggie got trapped in the library, bringing an irony that Klaus would never forget. The fire bloomed just as fast in there as the group's friendship the first time they collided in the 'Legends & Lore' section. Theo ran in after her while a fire drill was already in progress. Even the Amsel boy had a guilty conscience, but with it brought a fiery divide. Their hands were so close, yet his couldn't reach in time before skin burned. He was pulled back by firemen mere minutes later.
Both of his friends were found in critical condition once the whole parade of public safety showed up. More firetrucks, ambulance, and naturally police cars; their interest being on one particular female even though the real culprit looked like just another victim. While it seemed as though the library was both a start and a terrible end, Niklaus' story certainly didn't burn with the rest of the books. If he didn't want to be popular before, he sure the hell got it afterwards, and part of him wore a smile.
He was taken to Camp Daybreak by a more than understanding "trauma counselor" who implored his aunt and uncle to agree prior to the meeting. Though another chapter was written in, Niklaus still reread the several previous pages, debating whether or not giving into his premeditated path would have been the better option. Maybe if he was like his mother, things wouldn't have been left on such chaotic terms. If only he realized his star sign wasn't the only thing that held the power of two; one false and the other true. He was far more like mommy dearest than he cared to know.
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