Post by Karl Gloeckner on Dec 29, 2011 1:05:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400x; padding: 10px; background-image:url('http://i39.tinypic.com/2j0faz9.jpg'); border-right: 5px #000000 solid; border-top: 5px #000000 solid; border-left: 5px #000000 solid;] KARL GLOECKNER LOYAL GENTLE RESPONSIBLE SINCERE HARDWORKING PERSONABLE AUSTERE PATIENT DEVOTED UNASSUMING Name:Karl Leopold Gloeckner Age: 34 Place of Origin: Göttingen, Germany Occupation: Personal Chauffer of Rudolph Noble and his family (including Thera) Public Knowledge: -He is a German immigrant. Everyone who hears him speak can tell this as he has a very strong accent which he makes no effort whatsoever to hide. - He has three young daughters: Edith, Ruth and Kora. He’s not the type of man who likes to brag, but he’s willing to make an exception when it comes to his daughters. Everyone who knows him well enough to make even the most basic, casual conversation with him knows about them and those who know him better are treated at least once a year (whether they like it or not) to the newest pictures of them (most of which are taken by his neighbor who is just starting out as a studio photographer) -He is a working man. Most of Karl’s day is taken up shuttling Mister Noble to work and back, Mrs. Noble on her many shopping excursions and The Noble children to school and friend’s houses (mostly Thera as Bertrand prefers to walk himself to his destinations like a common man). He works every day including Sunday mornings and chances are, if you run into him on the street, he’s either working, coming from work or going to work. History Born in Göttingen, Germany in 1865 as the third in what would eventually become a family of seven children. His father was baker and his mother stayed at home and bore children throughout the majority of his childhood. His parents were both devout Catholics and he and all of his brothers served both as altar boys and members of the boys’ choir for years. His family was happy, but with so many mouths to feed, his father couldn’t support all of them on his own. So, at ages fifteen and thirteen, he and his older brother, Sigfried, left school to start work and Karl has been working ever since. Most of his early jobs involved menial factory or, in one instance, farm work and had him around men, boys, and more men all day, six days a week. He started early and, by the time the factories closed for the evening, he was too exhausted to go spend time with his old friends, so he didn’t quite have as social an adolescence as most do. It wasn’t until after he and two of his brothers immigrated to the United States when he was twenty-three that he met the girl that would eventually be his wife: another recent immigrant named Mathilde Scholl. At the time she was already courting another man, but Karl was patient and, when that relationship ended a year or so later, it was only a matter of days before they started dating. After a year, they were married and less than a year into their marriage, they had their first child, Edith. At this point, Karl was working long hours at a factory, to support his young family and couldn’t spend much time with them, but the time that he could spend, he cherished and he was about as happy as any new father could be. To this day, if you ask, he’ll tell you that one of the proudest moments of his life was the day that Edith was baptized. Then, around the time his second daughter, Ruth, was born two years later, life got even better when he caught a lucky break and, through a recommendation from one of his brother’s friends, he got a new job working as a chauffeur for a rich businessman named Rudolph Noble. The pay was a little bit less, but it gave him much more time with his family and his wife managed to bring in some extra money watching other people‘s children and selling knitwear that she made while she was minding them. Then, four years ago, tragedy struck when his wife, in labor with their third daughter, Kora, started hemorrhaging internally and died of blood loss shortly after the baby was delivered. He was absolutely devastated. All he wanted to do was stay home and grieve with his girls, take care of his newborn, but there were hungry mouths to feed and barely enough money to feed them even with the money he was making going to work every day. So, rather than spending more time at home with his daughters, he had to leave them with his brothers family while he swallowed his pride along with his grief and pled with his boss to give him more hours so that he could provide for his family in his wife’s absence. Rudolf allowed it and he gratefully took on whatever extra hours he could get to put his daughters in school, keep them in decent clothes, pay for medical care when they fell ill and all of the other things that went along with raising children. Unfortunately, though, that leaves him in the situation that he’s in now: working seven days a week, almost all day for six of those days. He spends exponentially more time being verbally harassed by Rudolph’s young daughter, Thera, than he does around his own daughters. In fact, the only time he gets to spend with his daughter is on Sunday afternoons, the occasional holiday and whenever Bert, the Nobles’ son, takes pity on him and has him “take him for a drive” over to visit the girls at his home in little Germany ((which is in Manhattan, by the way)) so he has some time to catch up while still on the clock. But, as frustrated as he is with it all, and how heartbroken he still is over his wife’s death, he doesn’t let it affect how he interacts with others, the least of all his daughters. He takes great pains to be nothing but patient, loving and supportive with them. He helps them with homework whenever he gets the chance and takes them on outings every Sunday during which he charges them with the responsibility of telling him the most important thing that was in the sermon at mass that morning since he has to drive the Nobles to church in the morning and can no longer attend services along with his family (something which, because of his upbringing, has always been very important to him). While he spends most of his time working, sleeping or with his daughters, he does manage to find the time once a week or so, to slip into the bar and socialize with people that he knows there. He can be quite friendly and even (after a few drinks, mind you) jovial with his friends and acquaintances, but he’s always been a bit reserved around strangers. Whether times or good or bad, if he’s over the moon or down in the dumps, he’ll meet a stranger with a formal greeting and a somewhat stiff cordial grin: a tool of the trade for any hired help, but, if you engage him in conversation, he’s not terribly difficult to win over. About the Player Player Name:Addie Characters Played:Gwennie, Milo and, possibly Alice and Thera at some time in the future, though they’re inactive now Timezone:Pacific Anything else: I don’t think I’m capable of doing a character of the average age on this site. They’re all either way younger than most other characters or significantly older. this app was coded by pygmi of caution 2.0 |