Anselm Koenig

>> ALIAS; Leo . King
>> AGE; Twenty
>> GENDER; Male
>> FACTION; Federation
>> RANK; Cadet
>> SEXUALITY; Demisexual

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>> APPEARANCE;
There is something to be said about the men of his household and that is their impressive stature. At 189cm, which translates to 6’2 relatively, the young Koenig heir stands taller than even his father. The term monolith comes to mind when people are in his presence and whether Anselm realizes it or not, he uses his height to an advantage. Well-meaning as he might be, the German pilot has been known to ‘hover’ obtrusively in some instances and his looming presence is a daunting pressure on those subjected to his brand of discreet admonishment. At 195lbs he is only slightly overweight but not noticeably so. In fact, his figure is something to be envied as he religiously trains his body even outside of the mandatory sessions.

He gains his fair complexion and hair from his mother whereas his bone structure is quite clearly paternal. Blonde strands that he has allowed to grow only at his mother’s behest, Anselm has shaved down the sides while allowing the rest to remain as it is, achieving a mullet that just barely reaches to top of his shoulder blades. His eyes are strangely narrow and due to their dark, wine red coloring, give the impression that he is always irritated and deter some from approaching him.

In terms of attire there is little variation from casual to on-site apparel. Anselm is most often suited in a black jacket with a protruding collar made of Geserrin, a material created to hold the semblance of leather that does not similarly wear with water damage. The shoulders of the garment are accented by a gold shield-esque design that is actually a thin layer of metal allow meant to protect the wearer. Underneath is low-cut V neck shirt of similar hue that he keeps fashionably tucked beneath white slacks. His loafers have a slight heel and are black in color. Around his shoulders a sheet of crimson material that travels past his waist and is fastened by a silver clasp in front of his chest. This cape is made from perfected Silica Aerogel and is extremely low density and thermal conductivity. Lastly, a less common sight is Anselm’s family sword, a rapier with a golden hilt that comes with an air pressurized locking mechanism keyed to his vocal signature so that it cannot be drawn by just anyone. When on his person it sits at his hip and few know whether he can use the weapon or if it is there for ceremony.

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>> PERSONALITY;
Anselm’s regal demeanor has the tendency to encourage his peers to believe he is officiously perfect and they are not far off the mark in thinking so. The young German radiates a perpetual aura of confidence, assured in his strengths and catering to them with the competence of someone years older than his meager nineteen cycles. At times his demeanor may contract an air of poignancy encouraging the fandom freefall of chatter that the ‘King’ is melancholy but very few are daring enough to encroach on the mans privacy enough to see if he is actually troubled.

Being that his familial ties are awash by scientific-oriented media coverage, charisma is perhaps his most developed and prevalent trait. Eclipsing most of his tightly clipped persona is this enigmatic gravity that occurs around him. People are just naturally drawn in by his enigmatic allure and chivalrous disposition. He is polite, if not overly so with select individuals, to everyone he crosses paths with. Anselm’s courteous nature as garnered no end of fanfare and a near constant request for his personal assistance in matters that may or may not be in a field he has knowledge of. He simply gives off a vibe that is he very worldly, that no topic is beyond the scope of his eyes and that he has some kernel of knowledge to impart.

That said, when Anselm does encounter a subject where his familiarity is lacking, he is quick to brush up on the focus. He is not an inherently studious individual. The drive of betterment was instilled from when he was young and has been pursued only by sheer force of will and a parasitic envy of his elder siblings. It is a shameful motivation, one that he bemoans constantly and greatly wishes to abscond from but can’t seem to break from.

Having bent over backwards to achieve his little intellectual pedestal, Anselm scarcely has time for much. It would explain the frequent look of fatigue he suffers from time to time, the occasional instance when his mannerly attitude is trounced on by sleep deprived exasperation, or a sudden moodiness that strike others as indifferent and pompous. But there are few who understand the swings in his demeanor, Anselm hasn’t the luxury of time to make friends. Although he seems very socially dynamic, flitting among the cliques with ease of a seasoned psychoanalyst, Anselm keeps most everyone at arms length. Assuming they are not frightened off by his dogmatic advocacy for rules of course and even without them he does not fully trust anyone. It is a necessary evil, or so he has been convinced since his early childhood, that he focuses on furthering himself as opposed to frivolous activities with people who will only drag him down.

It is as dismal philosophy to live by as it is taxing. If it was not bad enough, the young German pilot is not at all acclimated to asking for help when he needs it. He is prone to overextending himself to the point of collapse or sickness, whichever happens to claim him fist usually. His level of endurance is nothing short of impressive thanks to sheer stubbornness.

As depressing as it may all sound there is in fact a silver lining.

Anselm is impossibly gracious, determined and honest – perhaps more than he should – underlining his ill-conceived title of King. He has a sense of justice that is more common in comic book heroes, rooting for the underdog, plying mediator or outright putting himself in harms way for a cause he believes in. Anselm is a stickler for rules and regulations, reciting them verbatim as he discovers offenses and doing his utmost to correct them.

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>> HISTORY;

It is a very hard thing to do, fitting inside a predetermined mold, an arranged catalyst meant to satisfy another’s desires. It’s impossible. It’s depressing. But the obvious signs are often ignored in lieu of a cloud of prestige and family politics. Meaning? Sometimes, just sometimes, obedience can create suffering. Anselm has not had a hard life, albeit certainly difficult within its own merit but nothing catering along the lines of physical or emotional mistreatment. Coming from a family whose esteem and public influence bordered on celebrity-worthy fanfare, any such abuse would not only have been remiss, but would not have been possible to keep secret.

The Koenig family of Germany had been a name perpetuated through the ages for their various talents and ventures. From years before their family were exceptionally gifted entrepreneurs with sharp business sense, capable of playing corporate politics and making off like bandits. In short, they were old, old money. Not that I ever stopped their descendants from continuing to amass their collective fortune, churning out generations of successful heirs and heiress’ whose children either followed suit or were allowed to chase their own brand of happiness. Even a great deal of their esteem and wealth was lost during the Great Fall; they remained a large contributor to the new world being formed around them and eventually returned to their gilded podium.

Anselm would be the first child of the current Koenig leaders, Agatha and Germaine. Later he would welcome a younger sister and brother but that did not come to pass until he was four years old.

While his parents were hoping for an innate genius, Anselm did not seem inclined to cater to their whims so soon. It was not that Anselm was unintelligent or was mentally deficient in some way; he merely didn’t take to the lesson plan as easily as his two siblings. As a toddler he fought tooth and nail to enjoy the thrills of being his own age and instead found himself constantly trapped in a room of books, with strangers who forced literature or social sciences on him. Eventually he gave up; suppressing any childish urges he might have tried to defend and became compliant and malleable.

Growing older gave way to more liberties but that too came with its own bag of disappointments. Being of moderate fame privacy was not entirely accessible and he had to learn swiftly that mistakes would soon become public knowledge if he was not careful. He became very secretive and evasive from constantly looking over his shoulder or worrying that he had made a misstep somewhere.

Being that they were extreme loyalists to the Federation, piloting had become something of a right of passage for the men in their family. Whether he liked it or not – and Anselm was glad that he did – he would be sent off for military training and drafted as a cadet to become a pilot. Failure was not an option but the independence it foretold was enough motivation to get him there.

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>> NAME: - Rotoscope
>> GENDER: - Male
>> FACE CLAIM: - King - Final Fantasy Type-0