VAN ZANDT; Kazimir

[Kazimir Van Zandt]

behind the screen;;

real name/nickname;; Not telling *snaps fingers*
age;; 21
years of rp experience;; 6 and a half
other los Angeles characters;; none yet
skill level;; pretty high, creative writing minor at university brothers and sisters.

just the basics;;

name;; Kazimir [no middle name] Van Zandt
nickname(s);; Kaz, Kassie
age//birthdate;; 21; 3rd March
gender;; Male
sexual preference;; Bisexual
occupation;; Receptionist
schooling;; Primary – Secondary schooling, Receptionist Course Certificate
instrument;; Pen and Paper!

reflections reveal;;

hair color;; Black, Blonde Fringe
eye color;; green
height;; 5’11
weight;; 160lbs

other;; lyric tattoo on left forearm, and “history is written by the victors” script across chest.

body type;; Kaz is of average height and weight but obsessed with being slimmer. He hasn’t got any real muscle and has never done any exercise more strenuous than walking to work every day and swimming in the pool on holiday. He is proud of his slender and almost weedy appearance and finds great delight in buying smaller and smaller pairs of skinny jeans.
Kaz has milk white skin accented by his dark, dark hair often back brushed into a matted and wild “mushroom” cloud. He wears make-up: eyeliner and even lashes on occasion and doesn’t care about people knowing. His face and jaw are relatively square but he is still rather too feminine to be stereotypically handsome and more… beautiful.

celebrity play by;; Joshua Von Grimm

it's what's on the inside;;

likes;; music (rock or jazz or electronica), walking, holding hands, singing, kissing in the rain, snuggles.
dislikes;; prejudice, bullies, bruises and scrapes, angry rap music, rejection

fears;; dark, spiders, dying alone
weaknesses;; a pretty face, puppy god eyes and a tempting kiss
strengths;; a strong friend, always a good date, a very gentle lover , good listener

personality;; Kaz is a camp, out-going fun-loving character who enjoys a night on the town as much a night of the sofa watching a film. He is endlessly caring for anything and everyone but is rather fickle and often finds himself head over heels in love with more than one girl... or guy. He is sensitive and ridiculous; some find his overtly camp mannerisms annoying or too in your face and others find it completely charming and attractive. He is marmite, you either love him or hate him and there’s no in between.
Kaz is an effervescent and jovial character who is hardly ever down. His mood often lifts the mood of those around him and nothing ever seems to faze him. He is a rather wimpy character and winces at the idea of doing something brave but would man-up for love. He is rather promiscuous which can be seen as a reaction to and underlying problem related to his permanent happiness.

getting in deep;;

father;; Vladimir Van Zandt
mother;; Coral Van Zandt
siblings;; Mitsie Stone (older sister), Noel Van Zandt (younger brother)

history;; Kazimir was born in England and is completely and utterly British. His accent is that of a English gentleman and he likes it that way. Besides when you live in L.A a little bit of English gets you a long way. It’s a good telephone voice for a receptionist.
Kaz attended school until the age of 18 and gained typical British qualifications; GCSEs in English, Math and Science as well as in Art, Music, French, German and History. He has A-Levels in English Literature, Art and Design, Psychology and History. After finishing school Kaz was unsure what to do with his qualifications as he didn’t wish to attend university and had no interest in Academic jobs nor in jobs that required heavy lifting and any sort of sweating.
As a result he worked in a cocktail bar, a call centre and then finally as a receptionist is the lobby of an independent record label in London. With no previous experience they sent him on a course predominantly attended by females (Kazimir did not complain) and learnt the skills necessary to be a P.A and a receptionist. It was as if at last he had found his calling. With his experience in music and his skill with languages Kazimir was at last an asset to someone’s team and able to help the company communicate with artists and other companies from across the UK and Europe.
However Kaz had his heart set on making the big time. He could play music and he knew enough about the industry to do it but England just wasn’t big enough for his talents anymore. America was to become his home.
He applied for a working holiday visa and moved to L.A a little over a year ago and found himself a job in yet another cocktail bar. On his nights off he was often seen skirting the strip where he worked, picking up girls and singing karaoke.
After bumming around and not really getting anywhere fast Kaz was ready to pack up and return home. Despite loving the life in America, his dream was further away now than it had ever been and with one last attempt at stardom Kaz applied for the job as receptionist in Aurora Records.

let's see what you got;;

rp sample;;
Kieran had opened the shop a little later than usual today simply because he couldn't be bothered to get up. Usually he was pretty sharpish opening at 8 o'clock and then waiting for roughly an hour and a half for the first customer. It never really made sense to Kieran why the shop's opening times were so early but considering he seemed to be doing his father's bidding from beyond the grave thanks to the curse placed upon the damned shop Kieran never questioned it. However, recently he had been pushing the boundaries of the curse and testing it feeling as if at last it might be lifting.

He was dressed in his usual smart casual attire, a pair of dark indigo jeans, black trainers, that would pass as shoes unless you studied them closely, and a sweater-shirt combo that was really just a jumper. Something that muggles had got right was creating smart clothes that were actually comfortable. The black shirt collar folded over the top of the blood red sweater creating a V of pale flesh at the base of his throat and fake black cuffs folded over the ends of the sleeves, there were even little button holes for the family heirloom cufflinks that Kieran wore - maximum effect for minimum effort. Just the way he liked it.

Kieran was writing some numbers in a notebook and making calculations about expenditure and profit over the last year when Emmy entered. The bang as the door hit the wall made his head snap up quickly and with a hand under the counter he gripped his wand waiting for a squad of Aurors to come tramping in and try and arrest him or a client.
However the vision that assaulted his eyes was none other than the perky elevator secretary.
Well Hello Dolly.
Kieran looked her up and down and allowed a small smile before letting his wand lay back down on the hidden shelf under the cash register and snapped his notebook shut.

Kieran folded his arms over his chest gently still smiling as Emmy approached the counter,
"What no Good Morning Sir?" He asked pretending to be hurt, "You lot at the Ministry are rather rude I must say." At the mention of Ministry the few people in the shop browsing promptly left without so much as a look back. That'd probably dampen business for a couple of days but they'd be back.
Kieran tried to look innocent but the expression didn't really suit him, "I guess they couldn't find anything wrong with my business after all." Besides Kieran had friends in high places and could distinctly remember a time when his father and Lucius Malfoy had been close confidantes and it was probably Mr Malfoy that had ensured Kieran's complete innocence. The meeting had been rather a waste of time as when he arrived in the office the Auror questioning him seemed to be having difficulty finding Kieran's file or remembering why exactly he had called Kieran to the Ministry in the first place.

Kieran's eyes narrowed, "I hate to sound pushy love, but after telling me you weren't a Death Eater I find it very odd that you're gracing me with your presence in dear old Knockturn," he expression changed into smug superiority, "or did you miss my company after our wonderfully close encounter the other day?" Kieran moved away from the counter and closed the door to his shop hanging a sign in the window saying Be Back in Five Minutes "I feel so honoured by your visit I've even closed the shop for you."

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