WALTZ, milan

{ -milan reto waltz- }

ooc name: andrew
contact information: andiape@aim.com , pm
custom member title: make believe,

full name: Milan Reto Waltz.
nicknames: Millie, Dance.
age: Around seventeen.
birth date: The eleventh of march, 1991.
grade: Junior, 11th.

face claim: Nicholas Hoult.
hair color: Dark, almost black; a light chesnut in the summers.
eye color: Blue.
skintone: Very pale, sometimes pasty.
height: Six foot, three inches.
weight: Something above 100 pounds.

general appearance description: "Compared to my mother, I'm a giant. She's only five feet tall. My father, on the other hand, is almost seven feet tall, and a most imposing man. He has sharp, dark features, and I pale in comparison... literally. I'm really light, and my eyes... well, they're almost darker than his, but he has that 'I-can-kill-you-with-my-pinky-toe' look going on. I have thick eyebrows, which tend to be a little lighter than my hair, even at its lightest (which is usually during the summer). I'm a lot thinner than he, and prefer tight shirts and jeans rather than a crisp clean suit and penny loafers. Talk about ugh!

"Speaking of being thin, my weight: I haven't been to the doctor in ages, and so I have no idea what I weigh, nor do I care. There's something really unappealing to me about people who are going to worry about their weight... I mean, there are people dying in third-world countries. Do you want THAT kind of thin?! I don't like sports, I don't like working out... but I do have an athletic body. Mind you, I'm not going to sprout a six-pack or anything, but I am pretty well toned.

"When I embarrass, my cheeks flare up something horrible. It's like Moses parted the Red Sea... the color drains from my lips and into other places. It's bad... and it looks pretty funny. Or at last, that's what I'm told..."

likes: "We'll do simple things, because unless you want to get me a birthday or Christmas present (which I really hope you don't) then you don't need to know everything. I like orange juice, and saltine crackers. My favorite band is... well, it's not a band. It's Yelle. She's FrenchPopTechno. Uhm... I love the Internet. Do you want me to say church...?"
dislikes: "Ugh, ignorance is first on the list. Then comes peanut butter and jelly... rye bread... slow songs... bad show tunes..."

general personality description: "Most people (at least the ones who interview you for a job) want to know that you're personable, lively, and willing to put in hard hours for practically nothing in return, save for 'the feeling of accomplishment.' BULLCRAP. Yes, I'm a friendly person, and love to talk, but I'm not going to kill myself for anyone. I quit my last two jobs as a busboy because I was being pushed beyond certain limits that I've set up. Don't expect me to bend over backwards for you...

"But don't get me wrong: I won't bite your head off. I'm very easy to talk to... and quite often, easy to convince. But you have to be really good at it. Doesn't that seem to be a bit of a contradiction? Makes sense in my mind, at least.

"I have a very... expressive side to myself. My emotions bleed out usually from the music I sing, the things I write, or my dancing..."

parents: Marseille and Berlin Waltz.
siblings: Tuscany Waltz, male, 15.
others: Grandparents, both sides, deceased. Various aunts, uncles, and cousins.

general history: "I was born in the better part of New York. My mother was, at the time, a nurse, and my father, the Deacon of a church a few miles away. Both of them were away quite often, and so I was raised by a nanny. My parents were well off... but I sort of grew up without them. By the time we moved out here to Denver, I felt really detached. When I was enrolled into Hutchinson I felt that my parents really did want to get rid of me... and then realized they wanted to keep a better eye on me. They took on jobs at the school, and I saw them everyday in chapel.

"Let's go back though. I had a severe lack of friends during my elementary and middle school days in New York. My father was a very strict religious man, and few of my kid friends met his standards. I was alone often with Kara, my nanny, and she was the only I could really talk to. I felt that I could trust her, that she was my surrogate mother...

"What a mistake.

"When I was fourteen, in the eighth grade, I came out to Kara. It wasn't hard, not at all, but the consequences were horrible. You see, she was a very strict religous woman, much like my father, and she slapped me when I told her. She told my father immediately, and he moved us right away to Denver. I don't think I'll ever forget that cold, hard look in her eyes as her palm connected with my face... it appeared that she genuinely hated me.

"From that moment, I was a bubbling cauldron of emotions. I cried all the time, but never in front of my parents, who looked at me with pity and disgust. When we first got to Denver, I wasn't sent to school for nearly two months... instead, I was forced to church every day. I had to question things in myself that I never thought I'd have a problem with... my father was constantly spewing hate words about "homosexuals," "faggots," and "queers," while I sat there, my head down, trying not to cry.

"I'd always enjoyed church... I prayed all the time, and talked to God... I learned that he was my friend, that he could be trusted... the little Bible that I'd had since I was a child was tattered at the edges; I read it often. But my father was revealing things to me that I hadn't known before... wasn't the Bible supposed to be about loving, and caring about people? How could God hate people? What was so wrong with being gay?

"I was enrolled into Hutchinson using my parents money, and the money left to them through my grandparents. I started to repress feelings... if God said that being gay was bad, then by golly, I'd believe it. I hated myself for a long time, and even still, I'm not completely sure if I'm what God wants me to be.

"Isn't he supposed to love everyone...?"

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