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{NAME}
Dietrich Brandt
{ALIASES}
“Dieter”, “dieVerbrannten”
{AGE}
31
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, Demisexual
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Aedolian
{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6’, sturdy
{OCCUPATION}
Musician, bassist for Mortal Coil, formerly bassist for Hierophant
{RESIDENCE}
He stays places. He can’t tell you when he last lived places.
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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
- Tall and broad; it’ll take more than a strong breeze to knock Dieter over. Pretty much Captain America shaped.
- Old Edani roots; Dieter is pale, with long, silky blonde hair and light brown eyes, showing a bloodline that most likely originated in Connlaoth.
- Is really shitty at being his own hairdresser; he tried to die his hair black once, and did not buy nearly enough to cover his whole head. Hence the shoddy dye job.
- Ain’t going to any interviews soon; Dieter tends to dress casually, with torn and patched jeans and dark tshirts. He has a good few pieces of jewelry, including two helix piercings in his ear.
- Unintelligible; The poor guy was graced with a heavy accent and a speech impediment. He doesn’t usually try to do much talking.
{PERSONALITY}
- Reserved; due to it usually taking several repetitions for people to understand him, Dieter’s understandably a little shy about speaking aloud. He’s much more animated in text form, no longer embarrassed about how he speaks. He really doesn’t like to talk face to face unless he’s gotten to know the person.
- Rough around the edges; He’s not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy. His guard is way up ninety percent of the time, and the other ten percent of the time he’s busy playing. As such, he’s not the person you’d really go to for a hug and hot cocoa, but he IS the type of person you’d go to to help you kick some ass.
- Steadfast; A man of his word, when Dieter puts himself to something, he sticks to it. It doesn’t matter if it’s casual lunch plans with a friend, or a sworn oath, if Dieter’s given his word, he’s given his word. Half-assing it won’t cut it, either, if he’s going to put himself into anything, he’s going to do it 100%.
- A bit of a dumbass; Dieter is not a clever man, and some things tend to go way over his head unless he takes a few minutes to process them. He’s not great at puzzles either, but that doesn’t stop him from scowling at sudoku for hours.
Fun Facts!:
- Puts steak sauce on everything. Meat, mashed potatoes, broccoli, corn, it genuinely does not matter, it’s getting doused in sauce.
- Can be bribed with Rinkies Brand Snowball Fites. Seriously, he’ll eat a billion of those.
- Is like, crazy ticklish.
- Sleeps in the buff! Pajamas are a conundrum to him.
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
He’s really good at playing bass. Thaaat’s about it.
{RELATIONSHIPS}
Parents who he doesn’t really talk to. He’s pretty sure he’s the family disappointment at this stage, and he doesn’t know where to begin to set it right.
A younger sister, Engel. Only a year and change apart, they don’t have the ‘overprotective older sibling’ sort of dynamic, but he does find it easier to open up to her more than anyone else. They share a common interest in art, though Engel’s focus is mainly painting.
Hierophant, his former band. Known for being a kind of grunge rock band, it was popular enough to make it out of obscurity for a time before interpersonal and life issues saw it break up officially. There was some attempt by the former frontman to keep the band going after Dieter and their drummer left, but it never got where it was again.
The Ex - it’s really, really better not to mention the Ex. I mean unless you want to watch a man pace and rant and rave until, even if he didn’t have a speech problem, you probably wouldn’t understand him.
{HISTORY}
Boy meets bass, boy loves bass, boy makes a career out of bass.
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TIMELINE:
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