"Roderich Edelstein" || [Austria]

[Roderich Edelstein]

Character Name: Roderich Edelstein
Class: Summoner
Job: -
Level: 1
Alliance: Order
Reason for Alliance: Despite being a rather neutral person, Roderich is a meticulous and tidy man that enjoys having things in their proper places – in short, he likes order. He dislikes this disorganized world that was never meant to be, and thus he believes that everything ought to be reset into its proper place.
PvP Kills: -
PvE Kills: -
Quests Complete: -
IC Post Count: -

Ability/Spell List: Hasty First Aid (heals a nearby ally or the user a small amount; can be used in battle)

Inventory: Pristine Cravat, Dorky Vest, Basic Conductor’s Baton

RP Sample:

Carefully, Roderich smoothed out the apricot jam on the surface of the chocolate cake. With all of the precision and skill of the most esteemed of scientists, he took his offset spatula and spread out the layer of orangey gel until it was thin and even enough to suit his exceptionally high standards. Turning the cake a full 360 degrees, he nodded contently after his critical violet eyes finished verifying that the layer of apricot jam was indeed nothing short of perfect.

He took his time, all few seconds of it – for although Roderich knew that he was terrible at many things, baking was something he had full confidence in his mastery of - lining up the next layer of cake before stacking it on top of the first with finality. He then proceeded to wash off the offset spatula before plunging it into the home-made dark chocolate icing and digging out a sizable amount. As he nimbly worked on icing the top and sides of his cake, he hummed a familiar minuet that floated about the kitchen with practiced familiarity and ease. There was only one abrupt break in the tune, which was filled with a quiet yet clearly aggravated hiss of words.

“… Scheisse. I forgot… Veta wanted a back-up, in case Gilbert destroyed the original.”

Which, he thought to himself bitterly, he most definitely will.

So with an irritated grumble, Roderich quickly finished icing the first sachertorte before rushing to make the “back-up.” He no longer hummed a calming melody, instead working furiously in silence, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he mixed more chocolate batter with unnecessarily forceful stirs and a most hateful glare into the dark, swirling depths of the mixing bowl.

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