gruenewald, claudius alfonse

[claudius alfonse gruenewald]

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name , Claudius Alfonse Gruenewald
nicknames , none
age and year , 28, teacher
sexual preference , straight
birthday , may third, 1982
style , Kodona / Arisocrat
occupation , Etiquette teacher

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height , 6' 1"
weight , 165
tattoos and piercings , He has an ear piercing on his left ear. Usually, he wears a jet stud there, for his sister.
best feature , Claudius's most enchanting feature are his eyes. They are deep pools of soft blue, penetrating like pale ice in the dead of winter.
general , Claudius has a skeletal build, tall and thin, with lean muscle tone. His facial structure is angular, intense, and reminds one of a bone dry skull left in the desert. His cheekbones are high and protrude from his sunken cheeks, pale ivory skies dotted with beige freckles. His eyes are haunting and compelling, hollowed structures buried heavily in his skull and lined with long dark brown lashes. Claudius' eyebrows are full and match the darkness of his hair, curving into high arches above his gaze. The man's jawline is sharp and intense, and exaggerates the angled nature of his facial structure. His bee stung lips are nearly always formed into a smirk. His nose is short in comparison to the rest of his elongated features, appearing a bit out of place next to the flared angle of his jawline and the length of his face.

Claudius' hair is often longer than most men's his age. It usually reaches to his eyebrows, wavy brown locks creeping down his neck, but it is never kept so long as to necessitate a ponytail. The dark brunette of his hair clashes against the unbearable lightness of his eyes, creating a striking contrast in natural light when Claudius' eyes are their bluest.
He is broad shouldered but rather lanky otherwise; he does not come from a stocky build. He can be mistaken for being very large because he is over six feet tall, but he is actually quite thin.
His expression is often aloof, uninterested, but his smile is quite charming, almost dangerously so. He has quite a graceful way of carrying himself, appearing as though to float instead of walk. His style often involves black or dark navy blues, and he favors vests and long coats, though he is not afraid to sport more casual attire if the occasion calls for it.

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likes , antique stores, cigarettes, screwing, getting what he wants, classical music, the cello, the sparse countryside, record players, the rules of etiquette, medieval Europe, reading, blond hair, the quiet brought by being alone, charming others, control, cleanliness.
dislikes , his father and mother, most every animal (especially small ones), children, any kind of human excrement, women who hang on to him for too long, relationships, loss of power or control, modern things, dirty places or people, companionship.
strengths , Claudius can get what he wants, when he wants. His mind is undeniably logical and calculating, which helps him procure what he needs without consequences for his actions afterword. He is a wolf in the clothing of sheep and pulls of the look very well.
weaknesses , Claudius is incredibly violent and easily angered. He often has to restrain himself from acting out of turn, or in a way which might hurt his reputation. He is also plagued by a need to murder, to harm, to control. He doesn't see this as a problem, however.
fears , He does fear being caught for his crimes, but it much too overconfident to recognize this.
quirks , When Claudius enters a room and the lights are off, he automatically closes his eyes until the lights have been turned on again.
secrets , -He is a murderer. He has killed four people since he was sixteen years old and has not been caught.
-He adored his little sister and her face haunts him when he is alone. She is the reason he is unable to sleep.
how , When he worked as a servant in a mansion in England, he dressed very sharply every day. He was almost always in a three piece suit, and he became accustomed to being dressed well. He continued to dress this way, though perhaps a bit less formally, after he left his job as a servant. He felt comfortable in vests, blouses, long coats and lace up boots, and felt much cleaner in that type of clothing than in normal wear.
When he was working at the cafe, he was asked by a girl if he was a kodona. He was unfamiliar with the term; he conversed with her further and found out it was a specific fashion style. Claudius wasn't very interested in fashion, but took the girl home that night and she talked to him about it (though he wasn't particularly interested-- she simply wouldn't shut up). Looking it up on his own time, the idea became more attractive to him. It was, to him, all about appearing well dressed and dignified. It appealed to his penchant for older, more antique objects and styles. He began collecting a few pieces, slowly building up a wardrobe and mixing in his brand clothing with his regular wear. It is one of the few luxuries he indulges in.
general , Claudius can be seen as arrogant and pompous, to the point of appearing annoying in his lack of humility. He is this way naturally, and will often appear immodest unless the situation calls for something different; that is, if he needs to get something from someone and that's the appearance it requires. The man is very confident in who he is and what he sets out to do; he has little room for regret and no time to make mistakes. His head is clear and his logic cold, calculating. He must observe a situation before he acts, often running the courses of his possible actions through his head before deciding which plan would give him the greatest gain. He is precise and meticulous, always keeping himself and his home clean to the point of obsessive behavior. He abhors children and messy people; he has very little patience for them and often his pleasant facade threatens to fall when he snaps at their behavior. He is very violent but tries to restrain himself, often waiting to strike until he is sure he will be able to get away with it.

He is manipulative; his ability to appear to care for, even love others is essential to his motivation to provide the best for himself. He is out for himself and no one else. Claudius is extraordinarily charming when he needs to be. He can be flirtatious, sociable, and is almost always easily liked by most. He hides his true feelings, his inner disgust with all living creatures. He is quite good at controlling his initial reactions to others. One will rarely see him sneer, or at least in public. He isn't one to display his true emotions for all to see.

Claudius is a very independent creature, who prefers to be and work alone. He has no true friends, no enemies. Merely a general dislike and disinterest in the human race.
One thing he does fall prey to is the pleasures of the flesh. Claudius often uses his charms to seduce women into his bedroom. He prefers to fornicate with them and then send them away in the morning without comment, without care. He can barely stand to spend the rest of the night with them, but often finds it is too tiring an experience and he would do better to use that time sleeping. How long he spends with each girl depends entirely upon how good they are in bed.
However, he is not one for decadent objects or materials. His father and mother's behavior instilled a deep feeling of disgust for money and riches in Claudius. He detests modern things, new electronics or cars or furniture, and favors older appliances and objects. He likes that which is old, which has character and may perhaps fall apart when he touches it.

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hometown , Saarbrücken, Germany
family , mother - alice gruenewald - unknown
father - peter gruenewald - deceased
sister - elizabethe gruenewald - deceased
pets , none.
best memory , watching his little sister dancing in a dress he had bought her as he sat in a chair, pretending to be unconcerned but adoring the happiness he had given his little doll.
worst memory , hearing his mother retell him the details of his sister's murder in gross detail.
history ,
Claudius was born in a rural part of Germany near the German/French border to Alice and Peter Grunewald in 1982. It was on his father's farm, which had been passed down for generations, that Claudius spent his first seven years. His father hated the farm that he was forced to live on; profits from the few animals they owned were scarce, and the Gruenewalds often lived in squalor. Peter's older brothers had left him with the farm when their father died, who had left his fortune to the two eldest brothers and his forgotten farm house to the younger brother, Peter. Peter was obsessed with money, power and aristocracy, and when all he had left was the Gruenewald's family name, he was outraged. But, having no money and a wife with a child on the way, he was forced to accept the farmhouse. When Peter's mother died eight years after her husband, documents were found that exposed her as Peter's father's murderer. The woman had died senile, unable to tell sugar from arsenic. She died the same way as her husband; arsenic in her tea. Her will was eventually found, which told of the secret bank account she had separate of her husband's. She left all of her money to Peter, even though she despised him. His mother knew that as soon as Peter got a hold of any free money, he would instantly destroy himself by spending it on decadent, garish things, leaving him poor again in a matter of a few short years. She wanted him to suffer.

Before this, Claudius spent his early years on the farm which his father had inherited. Often times, small animals like chickens or mice would go missing and turn up mutilated in the field of dry soil behind the farm. Peter and Alice decided that there were wolves around the area, and never guessed that little Claudius might be to blame. The boy took pleasure in harming and controlling animals which were smaller than he. He relished in the pleasure of holding life over the head of a helpless being and snatching it away from the animal's outstretched paws. He was a very quiet, very odd child who was often cruel and selfish. He did not have friends at school. However, when the Gruenewalds left for the metropolitan city of Saarbrücken, Claudius changed completely. At school, he was a polite, shy boy who made friends easily. Perhaps "friends" is too strong a word, because there can be no doubt that Claudius Gruenewald felt nothing for these children. He figured out that if he led others into a false sense of security within his own personality, it was easier to take advantage of them to get what he wanted. It started off as small things, like cookies from another child's lunch or milk money from their pockets. Claudius liked having these possessions more than he enjoyed actually using them; they were like trophies from his many triumphs over others.
No teacher would believe that Claudius was behind any of the stories of bullying other students dared to tell; he was such a meek, kind boy that they doubted he would be able to do anything like steal money from other children. These reports became less and less frequent over the years as Claudius made many of the other children afraid to tell that he had taken advantage of them.

At the time that the Gruenewalds moved to Saarbrücken, Peter became mad with money, just as his mother had predicted. He bought the most lavish materials and decorations, renting an enormous manor house and expensive cars. He sent Claudius to private lessons with tutors who taught him English and French, for Peter wanted to make sure Claudius could manage and account Peter's international expenses. Just a year after the Gruenewalds moved to Saarbrücken., Alice gave birth to a girl named Elizabethe. Claudius was nine at the time. At first, he despised Elizabethe. She was a drooling, bawling little thing whose cries annoyed Claudius to no end. When the decadent life that the Gruenewalds had been living abruptly ended as Peter spiraled into debt, Elizabethe was two and had gotten no less infuriating. They moved to a small flat in the busiest area of Saarbrücken as Peter tried to pay off his expenses. Alice got a job but Peter refused to do any work, believing that he would get money again sometime.

As familial and parental structure began to fade into ruin, Claudius took it upon himself to get a job as a paper boy at 14. His sister would often wish to go with him on these trips, crying in anger on the front porch when he left without her. Claudius did not seek any treasures or riches for himself by this job; he was able to manipulate others into giving him what he desired with little effort of preserving his gentle facade. Instead, he began to spend money on Elizabethe. She became his little doll; he would dress her up and take her to dinner, buy her expensive toys and candies to make her happy. Claudius did not believe he ever cared for Elizabethe, but the girl adored her older brother to no end.

One day when Claudius was 16, his father finally noticed the money that Claudius had been "hoarding" for himself instead of giving to the family. They were on the balcony of the apartment building where they lived when Peter struck Claudius. The two men had struggled after that, Peter blindly hitting his son anywhere he could reach, Claudius injuring his father with swift, precise movements. As his father staggered to the edge of the railing after Claudius punched him in the kidney, Claudius saw the opportunity of eliminating the bane of his family's existence and took it. He pushed his father; the railing, which was made of rotting, unpainted wood, gave way and broke. Peter fell off the balcony and splattered on the pavement below. He didn't know that his mother and sister had been watching.

He finished his schooling early and left his home a year after the incident. He was never convicted for the murder of his father; he said the man had fallen off the railing when going out for his usual cigarette, and the family came running when they heard Peter's scream. The railing was old anyway, and Peter's cigarettes were in his pocket. The ashtray on the balcony, full of cigarette butts, gave the story the confirmation it needed. However, from that point on, Alice treated her son very oddly. She seemed almost afraid of Claudius; he suspected that she knew of his true motives and nature. She became harsher toward him and barely spoke to her son. Elizabethe, however, continued to adore Claudius as he doted on her.

Claudius left Germany to go to Britain when he was seventeen. He was paid meager wages to bus tables at a restaurant, but eventually was able to wait tables and became quite well off thanks to his charms. Almost everything he made he sent to his sister, but received very few letters from her. He applied for a job to be a servant at a mansion in England and stayed there until he was twenty two, when he left for Saarbrücken to look for his sister. Claudius had learned quite a bit from his job at the mansion; he was considered a reasonably skilled butler to the master and mistress of the house. He had a relationship with another servant in the house, a young woman who was in love with him. of course, Claudius did not return her feelings, but did return her advances out of boredom more than anything. He cannot remember the girl's name.

When he arrived at his old home in Germany, it did not appear as though anyone was there. He immediately spotted a stack of letters, all from him addressed to Elizabethe. They were opened but the letters themselves appeared unread; the money he had put in them was gone. Claudius went to where his mother's room was and saw her there, dressed in silk and drowning in jewels. It seemed as if she had finally indulged in that which had been denied to her for so long.
Claudius confronted her about where the money had gone, and more importantly, where Elizabethe had gone. The old woman laughed in his face, telling him how foolish he was to trust Elizabethe with money. Claudius's mother had taken the envelopes Claudius sent, hiding the letters and taking the money for herself. She would rarely allow Elizabethe to send out letters, preferring to keep Claudius away from them for as long as possible.

Claudius, now so overcome with rage he could barely speak, his charming facade having fallen from his face, asked where Elizabethe was. The old woman coldly replied that Claudius' sister was dead, and had been for a year. The woman began to cry, her voice full of venom against Claudius, as if he were at fault. She told him the details of the girl's murder; about the three girls at school who were picking on her, teasing her constantly. They decided one night to play a practical joke on Elizabethe.They blindfolded her, put duct tape over her mouth and threw her in the trunk of the car; but not before cutting off her ponytail, taking the hair Elizabethe had grown out for so long.
When they opened the trunk, now at the school where they were going to leave her taped to the flagpole in her underwear, Elizabethe was dead. She had suffocated in the trunk and died alone and in fear.

The other girls were tried and found guilty of manslaughter, but this did not give any comfort to Claudius. His only sister, who meant more to him than another other person, was dead. Murdered. It was like a toy that he loved to play with had been taken from him; Elizabethe was a doll he liked to dress up but she was gone now, and Claudius would not see her again. His rage was destructive, insatiable. He took his mother, pulling her by the strand of her golden necklace, and pulled her face close to his own. Claudius told her she would burn in hell with her husband. He did not kill her; he knew that her life would become much more difficult if there was no longer any way for her to procure money. He left there and has not seen her since.

He came back to Britain with a new purpose, a new reason to live. He returned to his post at the mansion in England, but left only a year later, just a few weeks after a servant woman was found dead in the mistress' closet. She was suffocated by someone who was wearing the master's gloves, and had her pockets full of the mistress' jewelry. A month or so earlier, Claudius had started a rumor that the servant woman had been having an affair with the master. The work, with Claudius' input, decided that she had tried to take the master's money and run. The master of the house had no alibi for the time of the murder, but a servant told the police he had seen the master going into the room where the servant's body was found the night in question. The master of the house was found dead in the basement of the mansion just a few days later. Claudius had knocked the man out using chloroform and taken him downstairs with a rope he had found in the house. He ran the rope through the man's hands while Claudius himself was wearing gloves; he was not concerned with getting any hair or skin on the man's clothes, because he was the one who laid them out for the butler who dressed the master. Claudius stood the man up upon a stool, tied the rope on a fan, and looped the rope around the master's neck. He then kicked to stool out from under the man; his neck broke and the master was instantly dead. The case was never fully solved; it was assumed the master did it and killed himself out of grief for murdering his lover. Curiously, the night of the murder, the girl's hair had been cut off. But this never seemed so suspicious that the police would investigate it. Her hair is now in a neatly labeled jar in Claudius' desk.

Claudius got a job then, at twenty three, as a waiter at a small cafe. At night he would go to school, working his way through a community college for a teaching degree. He never really wanted to be a teacher, but he knew quite a bit about European history from his classes in high school. He decided to pursue the subject for something to do; he didn't see himself being a waiter for the rest of his life. Two years into school, at twenty-five, Claudius met a young girl who went to the cafe he worked at. She had long hair that was soft and blond, and up in a ponytail. She reminded him of Elizabethe.

He began flirting with her and ended up with her number. They planned a date together, and many more. Claudius was going to break it off, tired of her in bed, when she divulged to him the secret that she had Borderline Personality Disorder, and had a history of attempted suicides. This interested him; he had been wondering why the girl could be so easy to take advantage of. Though Claudius felt nothing for the girl, he charmed her into loving him, adoring him, simply to experiment with her. She idealized him to the very end. They went out for two months before she died. Claudius manipulated her, abused her, caused her to break off ties with her friends and lose her job. She spiraled into misery by Claudius' hands; she was a marionette on strings to him. One day, before he woke up to go to work, he made her take eight Oxycontin that he had procured from getting his wisdom teeth taken out. It was in their medicine cabinet, waiting for her; she did have a history of narcotic abuse, after all. He then told her she didn't look well, and perhaps he should take her to the hospital to get her checked out. She agreed, and with his help, took her purse out to the car and sat in the driver's seat after turning the vehicle on. Claudius said he'd be back in just a minute because he forgot something, and told the woman to stay in the car until he got back. He then left for work.

When he came home, she was dead. He had an alibi, and the police could prove nothing other than the woman had committed suicide, or unintentionally did so, perhaps becoming disoriented because of the Oxycontin before she could get anywhere. Claudius took his belongings from the house, including the jar, and paid his last respects to the family before moving on.
He stayed at the cafe, working there until he finished his teaching degree. He was involved with other women, never seriously, only to screw them then drop them. He was always flirtatious, sweet, charming to the women who came into his shop. He had no close friends. Every night he would be alone, and there was nothing he disliked about it. He occupied himself by reading, doing his own research on etiquette, and drowning in thoughts of his sister. He rarely slept.

Upon getting his degree, Claudius quit his job at the cafe and searched for a school that would take him. He didn't particularly enjoy the idea of teaching European history; he thought he might at least get a job as a tutor for some rich children who needed to learn high class manners. Instead, he found Mille-feuille Academy, who was looking for a new etiquette professor after their old one retired after thirty years at Mille-feuille. This is his first year at the academy.

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sample post ,

Ellyllon's pale gray eyes hit those of the boy before her. She felt as though she was caught in his glance, his high, pronounced cheekbones and the soft freckles upon his face merely a background. The boy was quite handsome, yes; but it was difficult for Ellyllon to keep her gaze upon James as Edward's face swam in front of her mind. The girl shook herself from the hypnosis James' features had put upon her, cracking a nervous smile. Ellyllon noticed how impossibly stupid a boy's looks could make her sometimes; she could find herself breathless from a single look. It was somehow lucky that the girl didn't feel she received looks from beautiful boys often.

"Oh, I'm very glad you're fine," Ellyllon said, color high in her cheeks. She smiled at James, giggling. "I most likely share the same amount of interest that you have in psychology; which is to say, very little at all. I'm currently ignoring a very long and boring essay in the class." Ellyllon chuckled, her eyes going down to watch the bows on her shoes.
She looked up to James once more, her dusty pink bonnet no longer hiding her pale skin, her sweetly curious and anxious countenance.
"Don't worry; I start at the faintest of sounds, and I'm clumsier than a chair with rounded legs." Ellyllon gave a little laugh, a delicate hand like a moonlit lily going up to cover her pink bulb of a mouth. She found it strange to be saying so much to this boy; the girl rarely spoke to others and found that most of her words went to Edward.

Ellyllon was very glad when the boy alleviated the wight of the textbook by taking it from her; the girl's muscles were beginning to strain. She often wondered how she even managed to have enough strength to hold herself up. She took a deep breath, glad to let her arms rest. Suddenly, her heart began to beat very past. She could not locate her sheet music. She glanced around quickly, looking frantic. Ellyllon was just so sure that she had her music with her just a second ago! Oh, how could she loose it, practice was so important to her--
With a light, blissful feeling of relief, the girl looked back to James to discover her sheet music was with him. She must have left it under the book when handing it to him; Ellyllon was probably much too focused upon James' features; it was a terrible habit of hers. She couldn't help her attraction to beauty. The boy wasn't exactly to her tastes; she preferred sharper, masculine features. James had a strangely feminine quality to his face; and while it made him nothing less than pretty, the boy did not completely appeal to her. Ellyllon felt if she could get over her initial reaction to James' features she would prefer to see what was beneath the skin rather than obsess over what the boy looked like on the outside.

She grinned, her features shy. With a slightly trembling hand she reached out to take her sheet music, grasping it and pulling the sheets from James' soft, feminine hands.
"It's perfectly alright," said Ellyllon, a hint of bashful laughter painting her words. She took the music and held it under her arm, another hand going to push back some stray hairs which hand fallen in front of her eyes.
"Oh...well, yes, I do," she said, blushing. Not many people were this inquisitive of her, but she felt at ease speaking with James, more at ease than she felt with any other boys; except for Edward.
"I play the piano. It is one of my favorite things to do when I am avoiding schoolwork," she giggled, her voice sweet, innocent. "Do you play any instruments?" The girl asked curiously. She could not help but talk to James; it was unforgivably easy to do so.

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is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
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