Name: Klaus William Diederich
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen
Appearance: Imagine the white, cold and polished exterior to the walls of a hospital room, or marble slate, or even porcelain or all of the metaphors you can imagine for ghostly, ghastly and fish-white. Fortunately, the suns rays makes his skin look warm and bright, giving off a warm glow. Klaus is as slender as a reed and slightly underweight. Looking at him, you might've come up with descriptive words such as: spindle-shanks, bag of bones, skeletal, scarecrow and lolly-legs. Now, let's get this straight. He's not the epitome or poster boy for health because he's not a large eater, nor is he particularly fond of supplying himself with alternatives when he falls short of fleshy victims. He has long built arms, an acceptable pair of legs that don't quite pass as chicken like, and rattling ribs, as well as a defined abdomen due to his poor diet. It may not look of it entirely, but he has incredible strength. Klaus' eyes are inky-red; shimmering crimson. Almost blood-colored, depending on the lighting. They could be considered calculating given the right expression. When they fixate themselves on something, they give off the ominous feeling that you're being studied, analyzed in just about every manner even when you're not. You're probably just imagining it. Unless you're talking about the eerie feeling you get when he's looking at your derriere as you swagger away, with that pleased smile on your face, convinced you've bested his lidded gaze. Now, Klaus prefers to keep his eyes some-what half-open for whatever reason. Either it's too bright outside or he's lazy who prefers squinting; or maybe, it's just the exotic, almond shape. Who knows. Lastly, short tresses of obsidian tumble in careless manner, choppy locks that might have been cut by Klaus himself. You see, he doesn't really like hairdressers or barbers, so he's cultivated an appreciative art to cutting his own hair, and helping his fellow performers with their own haircuts; he really doesn't mind doing it. For some reason, despite being born with straight hair, the ends of his locks twist into elegant twirls when wet; particularly around the base of his neck and around his ears. It's not unusual to see him combing his fingers through it, or fish out a fine-toothed comb to brush his bangs back. Now, his bangs are a little less intricate, falling in choppy lines to obscure his blood-colored eyes beneath. Eyebrows of the same colouration as his hair are thin and sculpted, curving and fading out above long, thick eyelashes. Sometimes, he spikes his hair up into a smooth faux when not in a lazy mood.
Personality: Klaus is a bit of a smart alec, a sarcastic twat and a general mouth-piece. He is good with words and can easily get you out of your clothes if interested. His mouth does tend to run away with him, earning him fervid glares and sympathetic head shakes. Instead of employing tact and diplomacy, he speaks his mind, and to hell with the consequences. He's the kind of guy whose got a whipfire personality, and a temperament that’s as equally explosive, but he can be relatively quiet when he wants to be, choosing only to speak when the opportunity arises for him to insult someone or to make some witty, sarcastic or derisive remark. Now, he can be pretty pleasant but that wouldn't be fun and he isn't necessarily the nicest guy, anymore. Klaus doesn’t comply very well with orders or authority, depending on their outcome. If something can be gained from it, then he will take anyone’s advice, but only if it is a conclusion that can benefit him. Gaining things, whether it be good company or something more sinister, has become an obsession to mask his loneliness. This makes him pretty unaccommodating. He isn’t likely to get himself caught up in something that doesn’t concern him, and if his poor attempts to help are thrown back in his face, he will simply walk away. He is quick-tempered, and quick to act on top of it. If he thinks you’re wrong, he will say so. There are not many people he would refer to as ‘friends’, it'd be an awful stretch as far as he’s concerned. He is devastatingly dishonest to everyone he meets, unless he finds reason to tether some truth; but typically, the fibs keep people from prodding their fingers into his metaphorical pie.
Special Ability: Empathic Mimicry; the ability to duplicate the abilities of others, although the only one he knows by mind is Telekinesis.
Other: Yes, he is German, and is quite fluent in his home-language, which gives him a slight accent when speaking English.
