Viljo Erik Tawast

[viljo erik tawast]

viljoeriktawast
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm hanabishirecca,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 31 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 15 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the reliable one.


thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name ,Viljo Erik Tawast
nicknames ,Vi, Vil, Erik
age and year , fifteen, First Year
sexual preference , bisexual
birthday , March 3, 1996
style , oiji, kodona, aristo (will grow into it)
occupation , student

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butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , five feet, two inches
weight , ninety-nine pounds
tattoos and piercings , none
best feature , Viljo has almost completely flawless skin. the only flaws in his skin are scars which are covered
general , Viljo is a little short for his height. His most recent growth spurt came late and didn't bring him within the typical average height of boys his age. He also has yet to break a full hundred pounds in weight. He has strikingly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. There is simply no ways to hide his Finnish features.

Despite his short size, Viljo has well defined leg muscles because of his passion with running. He's swift on his feet and usest his to his full advantage. His arms aren't quite as strong, but are at least defined. One of his routines in home school was fencing training, which he is fond of, though still not quite that good at. His short size makes him look easy to fence against, but his agile nature actually gives him an edge.

Viljo always wears an eyepatch over his right eye. If, for some reason, it were to be removed, it would be discovered that the reason for this is that Viljo has no right eye and has a deep, painful looking scar. He has a fake eye where his real eye once had been that was commissioned to look like a perfect replica. However, nothing can replicate the elements that give an eye life and it won't take long before someone notices it is false.
playby , Tom Felton

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , fencing, running, sweet fruits
dislikes , chocolate (he's allergic), people who make fun of his height
strengths , he's very agile and equally empathic
weaknesses , he is super shy, and it takes a lot for him to come out of his shell
fears , Viljo has already been confronted by his greatest fear. He isn't fearless so much as he feels empty inside and has nothing left to fear, at least for now
quirks , he blushes when someone mentions him in mixed company
secrets , he knows the real reason behind his mother's death. He is very, very rich.

how , His parents are alumni from MFA and he was raised surrounded by the fashion. His parents were both heavy into the hime/oiji style as well as the artistocratic style. From his childhood on, his mother dressed him in kodona style. In fact, to the best of his knowledge, he has never worn anything that hasn't fit this style.
general , Viljo is a quiet, simple boy who never wanted to be rich. He was isolated most of his life and, as a result, is very shy and terrible in social situations. He will engage in conversation, but he is hard to get into doing so. Even when people talk to him, he is often likely to give short, simple replies. He has never had a friend and wouldn't know the first thing about what to do if he had one.

Viljo does like to be moving. He likes to run, ride, fence, and anything else that keeps him busy. This is one of the few things that will get him into a social interaction with someone. He might pick up a fencing sword to practice with someone, and talk with them enough to get started, but maintaining conversation, that's another matter entirely.

He's also horribly depressed, though he doesn't know it. He has no will to live and is only going through the motions until the day he finds that spark that starts to fill him. He also refuses to speak about what happened to his mother, and it is to the point that lawyers for the insurance agency have filed a lawsuit against the estate. A judge has ordered mandatory therapy until he will speak about the accident. Except, that Viljo has no intention of speaking.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Tuupovaara, Finland
family , He is an orphan. The closest relative he has is a second cousin who is the trustee for his inheritance
pets , none
best memory , As a surprise, his father took Viljo down to Africa to watch the World Cup. The trip was filled with lots of fun and even though he didn't get to watch Finland compete, he had a great time.
worst memory , Viljo was on the estate attending an etiquette class with one of his tutors when a man in a suit came in with the estate butler. They pulled him away from his tutor and took him to a private chamber to talk to him. Viljo was sat down and the Butler left the room. This man, a stranger to Viljo, identified himself as the business partner of his father. The man started to tear up as he found the words to next speak. And then, his true worst memory began. The man spoke, "Your father is dead. He killed himself late last night at the office. I'm sorry."
history , Viljo is a sheltered child raised on an estate by his mother, and a large number of rotating servants and tutors. He rarely left home, and when he did, it was under the strict guidance of his parents with even more strict supervision. He had no friends, unless you could call the tutors and servants his friend. He didn't. He was home schooled and his parents had full intention of sending him to Mille-feuille Academy when he was of proper age. It was there, after all, that they schooled and met.

As it came closer to the time in which Viljo was to go off to school and begin his studies at a private school, something happened. The circumstances are unknown, but his father, while at work, pulled out a 1873 Peacemaker colt from his world famous gun collection, loaded a single bullet into it, and blew out the back of his head. Viljo and his mother were greatly stunned by this. His mother, one day, decided to take Viljo out on a drive. This was very uncharacteristic of her. While on the drive, something happened, something that either Viljo will not talk about, not that he talks much in the first place. The car went off the road and in the accident, Viljo lost his right eye and his mother perished.

Alone now in the world, Viljo is leaving to a school that was supposed to be magical. He is going, but only because he has no idea what else to do.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin
sample post ,
The car ride from the airport to the Academy was long and dreadfully boring. Viljo had watched the world pass by while the chauffeur drove the black limo in complete silence. No one ever tried to talk to Viljo, the tutors, they might ask him how his day had been, but they didn't care. He could have told them he cut his leg open with a knife and they would have smiled the same false smile while they opened up the lessons. The servants, they asked him if he needed anything, but they didn't care about him. Even his father hadn't cared about him. That was why no suicide note had been found. Selfish. Adults were always so damn, selfish.

The car pulled up to the entrance of Mille-feuille Academy. Viljo would have started earlier in the year, but with his parents dying, and the insurance company suing, the estate had to be settled until Viljo could come. It was such a waste of time. People wanted their money, and nothing else. They didn't care about him, no one did. And, as he expected, the chauffeur opened the door, handed him his day bag, and climbed back into the limo without so much as a word. His luggage would already have been delivered to his room.

He flipped open his phone and checked his notes. He had to check in with registration, unpack, and then he had to start his first therapy session immediately. And here, he was hoping to get a chance to at least go for a run before he had to play the adult world's game.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
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.
it's NOT COOL.

[edward adam guildenstern]

A C C E P T E D !

your post will now be moved to the accepted applications board.
(yay, another boy!)