Roderich Edelstein, Tailor thing..

[Rina]

Name: Roderich Edelstein
Nicknames: Prissy Hooves (He dislikes this one), variations of horse or priss, Richl
Age: 23
Date of Birth: October 26
Gender: Male
Occupation: Tailor
Heritage: Lipizzaner Horse
Seed Rank: He’s a light seed. His father is one as well, while his mother a heavy seed. It’s a rule of thumb in his family that women are heavier than men in terms of seed, yet they are the ones who carry the child.
Birthplace: Graz, Austria

Appearance:
Roderich stands at five feet and seven and a half inches. He is brown-haired and fair-skinned with light-colored eyes that are almost lavender. His hair appears to be wavy, although there is evidence to the contrary. Because of the breed of horse his Spirit takes form, there are a few stray grey/white hairs in his hair, though they aren't noticeable yet, with the exception of his cowlick, which is a white color. Mister Edelstein wears glasses although there are no records of him actually needing them. Rumor has it that they are fake, as he takes them off during stitching. Without his glasses, he looks a few years younger.

Edelstein also has a little mole under his lip on the right side. He has a thin build, though not stick thin, and tries to hide this with coats that have shoulder-pads and tucked in Oxford shirts. This gives others the impression that he is a much stronger figure than it seems, easily rectified when he takes off his coats and shirt.

He has a fashion sense, an old-fashioned one, and his clothes often make Roderich seem completely eccentric. It's best described as "He stole clothing from Victorian, Regency, and Retro movie sets and added a preppy flair". As a former fashion school classmate put it “The Dandy”.

Roderich’s old town once showed a timeline of fashion from various social class and Roderich found himself very influenced by certain things members of the aristocracy wore, something apparent in the way he dresses. Roderich Edelstein is often seen wearing an old navy double-breasted and shoulder-padded frockcoat with a cravat poking out and a white dress shirt, often with stiff khaki pants. His clothes are ironed and clean, but show some signs of meticulous repair and re-stitching. His men’s size 7 leather shoes are always shined but close inspection at the soles shows that for Roderich's applied ductape, they are still going to fall apart.

He’s fond of vests and striped shirts, and has only recently begun to adapt any of his clothes to more modern styles, such as making skinny khaki pants.

His ‘Animal’ soul is a Lipizzaner horse, a warm-blooded breed originally bred for battle but has made itself known because of its accomplishments in equine dancing; they are excellent show horses, and easily learn complicated tricks. Although originally of a bay color, almost all Lipizzaners’ coats turn white, making them grey horses. Roderich's animal spirit is now fully "grey" and so white in appearance.

Distinguishing Features: A little mole on the right side of his mouth. Also a cowlick-like strand of hair curls around his head, and it is fully grey in color. Roderich also has a pair of very shiny glasses, and has been known to wear a cravat.

Sexual Orientation: Metrosexual Roderich hasn’t really thought about it, he’s always been too busy with projects to explore his sexual preferences, plus he has never experimented either.

Likes:

• Music, oh lovely music! Roderich loves listening to it, playing it, watching it, reading about it. Of course there's music he doesn't like, but he never feels alone when he has music playing somewhere.
  
• Food. Roderich's very good at cooking. He loves cooking and eating good food, and is a bit of a snob when eating food. He also likes sweet wines, or really young wines. He’s quite fond of sweet food as well, and if it was so detrimental to his health, he would probably be on an all-sweet food diet.
  
• Coffee. Melange, dark expresso, Roderich likes it good and not instant. His perfect day is sitting someplace warm with some sweets and coffee and listening to music.
  
  
• Saving money. Roderich’s family wasn’t the most penny-pinching so he turned out to be a little disgusted with those who spend their money frivolously. However, his family is quite well-to-do and are fully capable of helping their son out.
  
  
• Things of refined quality. Which unfortunately contradicts his frugal nature. He manages to keep a balance by taking very, very good care of things he buys and looking for ways to save
  
  
• Good, sturdy, fashionable and sturdy clothes. Roderich loves fashionable clothes (more on why later) and he makes most of his own very comfortable and long-lasting but he doesn't like wasting money on more clothes.
  
• Horses. Well, he is a horse Madarui, so he does get along with his "cousins". As his grandmother bred horses, Roderich is a pretty equestrian.
  

Dislikes:

• Bad food. He won't hesitate to correct the cook either.
  
  
• Rudeness, unless you suffer from something, Roderich thinks everyone should be putting their efforts into being calm and reserved. It’s a simple courtesy that society demands of you. Of course he has experiences with society being very wrong, but Roderich has always wanted to be someone considered first-rate.
  
  
• Frivolous spending. Some people have more money than common sense.
  
  
• People insulting him or talking about his looks. He won't let many people see how it affects him.
  
  
• Being forced to be productive. He's whiny. He takes his own pace about things, and usually the things he's left to do on his own are done extremely well. The rushed approach is opposite.
  
  
• Imperfections in his work. Part of the reason he hates to be rushed is that he constantly agonizes over anything he works over; making sure that nothing is out of place. This goes to both clothes and music, or even cooking.
  
  

Interests/Hobbies:

• Cooking, mostly baking. eating and then asking for recipes He has a sweet tooth and he puts his heart and soul into things he does and cares for.
  
  
• Music. He loves music, as stated earlier. Music is a passion and he does enjoy performing, although it's more personal for him than anything. At times when he feels like he cannot explain what his current emotional state is, he conveys it through music, generally the piano if it is at hand.
  
  
• Making clothes. Roderich grew up hearing how close relatives described him as homely and plain-looking. He decided that he would dress as tastefully as he could and his grandmother's experience with being a steamstress helped him achieve that.
  
• The macabre. A trait from home, but Roderich’s quite fond of things that are generally considered morbid. Not gross, just tastefully morbid. He’s quite comfortable in graveyards and generally likes them even better if they contain people he knows or people he looks up to(composers).
  

Fears:

• Being startled; he tends to jump and run when this happens. Certain times he many kick someone out of anger.
  
  
• Never finding love, or being alone. He doesn't like enforced solitude. Roderich's good at making shallow relationships with people, business and such. Personal relationships are harder because he neither likes opening to others or himself.
  
  
• Sea. Creatures. Oh, how he loathes them and their shiny, unnatural gils and their tails and how they look and smell like the hot sea all rotten and baking, and the texture of when he eats them. Disgusting!
  

Personality:
Austere to most, Roderich Edelstein is never seen smiling in public or even with company, unless he particularly feels close to them. He is distrusting of most people, however behaves like a charming gentleman in front of everyone when he's fully in control of his mind. His voice is elegant and softer than most men's, yet firm and the pitch is almost always controlled (this is because his voice tends to go higher and may even crack when Roderich is extremely upset). He’s verbose and has a subtly harsh sense of humor that occasionally he uses to mock situations or people, if he deems them deserving of it.
An artist and a perfectionist at heart, Roderich loves music and cooking, and he’s wonderful at both. What he likes more than perfecting them is sharing them with people he truly cares for. He doesn’t do this to show off; he genuine loves his crafts and wants to share them with people he admires. These are the few times he actually he lets his usual façade slip and gives out a small smile.
As a perfectionist and someone who is creative, Roderich ends up procrastinating on matters he can’t get exactly right. And leaves it for later. He gets odd fancies now and then, like arranging his garden a certain way or painting (he’s not that bad at painting, and really enjoys the paintings of Klimt and Kokoschka) his walls, but running into complications, he shirks away from them, leaving the project for later. Generally when working on commissions for clothes, he’s quicker because each job pays his rent, but during such times one may find him a little more disgruntled than usual due to the stress of finishing what he needs to. It doesn’t take much to stress Roderich out, although it’s hard to tell by his expression, and he usually causes it himself because of the procrastination.
Roderich can be both the harshest and proudest person in regards to himself. One day it’s his plain looks (in his perspective), or his procrastination, or how he feels alone. Inside, Roderich constantly feels insecure in himself and his achievements. This has been a driving factor for him. Because of these insecurities, he sets standards for himself, more constraints on himself that he won’t allow himself to break. Because of his history, Roderich tends to not want to let others be in a position where they can hurt him by judging him. Unfortunately, the way he decided to achieve this was by putting up an austere wall around his emotions, something that his hurt him whenever he tries to make friends.
His horse spirit does play a big role in his personality sometimes. He’s subconsciously skittish among those animals who can consider predator, though technically the horse isn’t often threatened. But when it comes to fight or flight, he quickly flees. Other Madarui/Zuman traditions maybe unfamiliar to him, as his family and extended community were all mostly related to each other and cut off from other populations of Zuman. His distant ancestors adapted to the “ape’s” customs and that’s shown by how bewildered he is by some Zuman customs which contradict his notions of civilized behavior. Nontheless, he does try to adapt at time, especially since he feels like he should get to know people now that he’s moved to France to work with his uncle. Despite being such an “outdoors” animal, Roderich usually prefers to be inside. But on nice days he can go to a wineyard, which remind him of Austria, or find a mountain trail. These activities tire him out and he abandons them quickly in favor of just sitting and playing the piano at home.

Family:

• Adelbert Edelstein (father)
  
• Erika Edelstein nee Huber (mother)
  
• Astrid Edelstein nee Wallner (paternal Grandmother)
  
• Erwin Wallner (Roderich's Distant Uncle who owns shops and enjoys ordering Roderich around and asking if he's met any boys yet.
  

Brief History:
From an early age Roderich showed that he was..soft.

Not of mind, no he’s a determined individual when he puts his mind to it, aided by his eloquent way of speaking. Physically he is soft; he just doesn't possess the strength that other men have. This wasn't anything dire in his circumstances; his parents (or his mother) were old money, even an aristocratic title back when things like that mattered in Austria politically. And his family was always involved with horses, oddly enough, since they were Horse Madarui. His Grandmother has a little breeding stable and Roderich would always help her since his Grandfather had deceased.

Roderich didn't exactly know want or need, he wasn't given everything he wanted but he didn't ask for much anyhow. He was a sullen child. And so comes the first unpleasant thing about his childhood. Roderich's father was a very handsome fellow, just like his family. And Roderich's mother was an example of good breeding, dignified and graceful. So solemn little Roderich was repeatedly called "Homely" or "Plain" by careless relatives who didn't realize that the child had very good ears. His paternal Aunt actually asked why he was so ugly while Roderich could hear.

Now young Roderich, being six, didn't understand beauty much. He knew stark white oxford shirts with ironed cuffs were pretty. But he didn't understand why Roderich Edelstein wasn't. His parents never answered their guests rude statements and Roderich never got an answer to whether he was pretty. It bothered his throughout his childhood. He began styling his hair so it’d look wavy and stylish (in his eyes) and he'd begin asking for clothes that were nice looking but old in style. Things he can do to stand out, small things like wearing glass and wearing shoulder pads undercoats during puberty so that he'd look more developed. He'd adopt perfect manners (and a certain aloofness) to pull himself away from the homely and within in time all of these learned habits were Roderich's true traits. Now all of this was done subconsciously, his insecurity forcing him to try to do things that would impress people in a certain way, to make them feel that he wasn't "Homely little Roderich who hardly smiles".


When he was twelve, a friend he had for many years had a public fight with him. It was this friendship that propelled Roderich into his piano room where he was safe. Roderich is actually rather humble about his talent with the piano. It's one of the skills he developed for himself, not for attention, but because he couldn't convey his feelings in any other way. Of course he's very good at other instruments as well. His parents did try to encourage developing his talents in a public spotlight, but Roderich pitched a tantrum. Music is one thing he won't try to give away, it's too beautiful for him and anyone else so he's usually very upset if someone tries to pressure him to play for many people. He's fine with one person watching, he feels it's a good way to communicate.


In his teens, an exhibition came to town about old clothes, giving Roderich an obsession about fashions long past. He began to try making some himself, purely for his wardrobe when he realized he was good at making clothes. His grandmother said it must be that he has "good luck" in his hands. He attended a fashion institute when he left secondary school, still staying at home. Upon graduating, he realized he wanted to leave his parents for a while and so he asked a distant relative in France to let him work in his shop, a sort of tailoring/dry cleaning mixture, not to mention an adjacent bridal shop also belonging to his distant uncle.

Now Roderich works in the shops, only venturing out from the shop or from his tiny studio when there's something interesting or when some of his new friends drag him out whining by his hair. Roderich appreciates having new friends but it's hard when they might act inappropriate (Roderich has standards and he dislikes being told he's not following his own rules). But most of all, he's quite happy that he has a freedom, to perhaps rediscover exactly who he is after so long of making himself into his perfect ideal.

OOC

Name/Alias;Rina
Age;18 (almost 19)
Favorite Pairings; AusxWorld, AusxCake
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?:Both
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First Class, Business Class
Enemy’s sitting in Economy

First Class, Second Class
Enemy’s Dancing in Economy

As usual, the manor was strange with time. It felt like such a long time ago that he had left Japan and Turkey to their devices after the meeting in the piano room. But though he regretted leaving the beloved piano room he had discovered, his rumbling stomach had disagreed with him. Now, Roderich was very happy to disregard the whims of his stomach, but he was certain it had been more than two days since he had last drunk or eaten, if the feeling of fatigue was anything to go by. Roderich, though much more fortunate than many other nations and certainly prosperous enough now, had nonetheless gone through hunger and famine. He could grin and bear it, certainly, but it had been a very long time since had to do so. Not since the Allies occupied Vienna and given the country rations.

Food was pretty hard to find in the Badeau home, outside of the kitchen. Of course, as no one would truly need “human” food in a mansion devoid of anything but monsters and evil. Evil wouldn't appreciate a good cooked meal of stewed meat and potatoes. Nor a nice, mildly spicy goulash. And monsters preferred Homo Sapiens Bleu to well-done pork chops. Naturally, this meant rather hungry nations. Earlier on, Roderich had been able to find small things to eat, some preserves or strangely unspoiled fruit. He supposed the Evil in the house wouldn't appreciate its’ toys starving. It sounds like a terribly boring and slow death to watch. And the Evil was certainly not keeping them there to be bored.

His lantern flickered as he traversed the dark and long hallways in this maze of a mansion. He supposed he was lucky that nothing had yet appeared to terrorize him. He made it to the stairs and gripped the wooden railing tightly as he made his way down to the first floor. Each step was followed by a legato of creaks made by the old wooden boards the stairs consisted.
Roderich was honestly surprised they hadn't rotted away completely, especially since there had not been owners to keep maintenance. Maybe the evil did one thing well. After that terrifying and creaky journey down, Roderich lit his way to the kitchen. It was probably the most logical choice for where there might be some food, if the other nations hadn’t stripped it already. Though Roderich didn’t think cooking would be a good idea if it would attract some creature by the smell.

Upon entering the kitchen, Roderich was startled by the sheer amount of food that assaulted his senses. It’s as a bunch of maids had just left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving a most sumptuous feast. The soup on one of the pans was still simmering, though the little gas stove was shut off. Several large oven-roasted meats were place on the counter, as if fresh from the oven. He could smell freshly baked bread as well. Roderich rubbed at his glasses to make sure that he was seeing alright. Obviously this was some sort of trick. If the feast was “real” then it was obviously poisoned or enchanted somehow. Perhaps if one bit into one of those loaves of bread they’d turn into something disgusting.

He approached the plates of food hesitantly, watching for anything that might jump out or happen. This whole feast business was planned. For what, he knew not. His gaze fell on a little white card near one of the roasts laid out. He quickly snatched it and read it aloud.


“On the house, literally, and there is no need to worry, it is safe for consumption. Enjoy!”


Roderich’s brows furrowed. Even if the note said it was “safe” for consumption, it didn't assure him of what he was eating. He quickly grabbed the nicest looking fruit he could and held it in his hands, examining it for any trickery. If this was how the manor was going to challenge him, by tempting him with food, he’d win this alright.

[Reed]

Oh wow, Roddy, you're so freaking cute xD Kinda neurotic, but that's what makes you adorable <3 I enjoyed reading this--his personality was enlightening and I think him having a little racing stripe of a hair-curl is adorable <3 You are now free to RP in both the forum and the cbox! Have fun!