Post by jacqui on Sept 29, 2011 1:49:14 GMT -5
Blaine Anderson
and, baby, you’ve got the sort of face to start this old heart
character basics
NICKNAMES: Blainers, Blaine Warbler
AGE: 17
BIRTHDAY: Actually unknown as to when Blaine's b'day is on the show, but I imagine he's probably a water sign. He strikes me as such.
SCHOOL: Formally Dalton Academy, currently McKinley High
OCCUPATION Student, Dapper Young Fellow, Lover of Bowties
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Darren Crissappearance
5'8, dark curls that are viciously gelled down into some semblance of submission on a day by day basis and a stocky, if tending toward the leaner aspect of it, build. Blaine is shorter than most of his friends and his boyfriend, but it has never held him back, even for a moment. What he may not possess in height, he surely makes up for with pure exuberance.
Perhaps one of his most marked features are his eyes; they tend to sparkle when he's excited, and crinkle at the edges when he laughs or smiles.personality
In a word: charismatic.
Blaine Anderson is a highly enthusiastic, genuine, sometimes goofy yet always kind hearted individual with a love for performing and for the spotlight that has, at times, led others to think him self-centered or egotistical.
While it can be said it's true Blaine does love the attention that being the front man of the Warblers brought him, his affection for his friends and especially for Kurt Hummel has shown him to be a boy a little lost and a little afraid of overstepping the mark. His history is sketchy at best, but we know his past experiences have left their mark on how Blaine presents himself to the world at large.
His nature tends toward that of a generally happy, buoyant teenager with a fondness for bright ties and dark colored shirts (and let's not forget those red pants). Since arriving at McKinley, Blaine seems to be embracing a far more youthful aspect of his personality, a side we have only ever seen glimpses of previously.family & history
Father: Not known at this stage!
Mother: Not known as this stage!
Siblings: Speculation says Blaine has at least one older brother.
Others: N/A
As touched on under Personality, Blaine Anderson's life, while to an outsider seemingly perfect, has in reality been anything but. Coming out while attending a former public high school, it was revealed late in S2 of Glee that Blaine had in fact been beaten up pretty severely by homophobic bullies while attending a school dance with a friend.
(It's not known if this gay friend was more than that, but given as Blaine confides to Kurt that he's never been anyone's boyfriend before, that seems unlikely).
When we first meet Blaine, he does seem the ideal.
He's handsome, confident, oozes charisma when he sings and dances and is surrounded by other young men who seem to adore and worship the ground he walks on. It's obvious at the point that Kurt meets him that Blaine has become accustomed to the protection and, perhaps to his slight disadvantage, ego boosting being at Dalton offers him.
He becomes Kurt Hummel's friend and mentor, but in truth Blaine learns as much from Kurt as Kurt does from him. In one another, they find acceptance - not just socially, but emotionally, too - and that connection leads Blaine down the path to realizing he has, in fact, fallen in love.
We don't know what the summer brought for Blaine and Kurt, only that as the current season of the show has shown, he seems to have strengthened his relationship with his boyfriend, to the point that he willingly transferred schools to be with Kurt, and, I strongly suspect, face up to his own private demons.the roleplayer
NAME: Jacqui
GENDER: Female
AGE: 28
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: how long have you been roleplaying? Oh boy, years and years and years. Put this way, I began when I was 16 and I'm now 28.
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
HOW YOU FOUND US: Via the Tumblr RP tag, actually!
PREFFERED SHIPS: Klaine
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Blaine was fairly certain he was nervous.
Which was interesting in and of itself because for one thing — Blaine didn’t get nervous.
Not when he was about to perform for a packed auditorium at Regionals, not when he was auditioning for a summer show at a theme park, he hadn’t even been nervous when he’d mustered the courage to kiss Kurt that first time.
He’d been uncertain of the response, that much was certainly true, but he hadn’t felt this tightening in his chest and he definitely hadn’t resorted to Googling ‘good conversation starters’ twenty minutes before he was due to leave for his boyfriend’s house to pick him up for their date. He blinked at the screen and rested his chin on his palm, closing his eyes and sighing.
“What am I doing?” He asked his bedroom at large and was greeted with the expected silence.
Blaine wondered if silence could actually seem judgmental or if he was imagining that the air itself found him ridiculous. If he thought about it long enough, he knew why he was feeling this way. It had been rattling around in his head all afternoon like loose change in a dryer since he’d flown home, exultant with the way his audition had gone at Six Flags.
It was the I love you’s.
Not the words themselves, saying them had felt more natural to Blaine than almost anything else in his life ever had and they’d slipped out almost without his thinking about them at The Lima Bean. Kurt had been glowing with happiness, reflecting on his trip to New York and not being in the slightest swayed by New Directions loss and it was such a stark contrast to the sad-eyed boy he’d stood beside burying Pavarotti that he hadn’t paused even to consider—
I love you, too
And it wasn’t as if they’d been so very awkward or strange with each other afterwards, either. Getting up to leave, trashing their coffee cups and looking for Sam and Mercedes without much ambition; holding hands as they trekked for the music store. Alright, so there had been some side-glances thrown back and forth almost shyly, as if they were both afraid to be caught staring overly long at the others face but it hadn’t felt … weird.
So why did Blaine feel weird now?
He checked his watch; huffed at the minutes he’d just lost over-analyzing himself and switched the computer off.
It was just first-date-after-telling-your-boyfriend-you-love-him jitters.
That was all.
—
Half way to Kurt’s he wondered if he should at least have printed out the conversation starters.
—
He parked his car a few houses back from the Hummel residence. It wasn’t out of shame, per say, but rather more a kind of active awareness of the wealth the sleek vehicle projected to the world.
He’d never hidden from Kurt or the world that his family were relatively well off, his attendance alone at Dalton Academy sort of projected that truth all on its lonesome but Blaine was cautious of pushing anything too quickly with regards to the Hummels.
Especially Kurt’s father.
He knew Burt liked him well enough, if found his alternating sexuality (in so far as Burt knew, he’d gone from being gay to kissing girls to being gay again) somewhat flummoxing. Blaine liked Burt, he respected him enough not to want to stir anything up and just enough to push boundaries when he felt there were no other options.
Especially in regards to his son.
Their talk at the Garage had been one of those occasions.
—
Blaine took a moment to pep talk his nerves, which had annoyingly tagged along with him the entire car trip. He’d spoken to Kurt earlier on to cheerily confirm his suspicions about his chances of securing a summer job at Six Flags and they’d been there but fleetingly.
Now, naturally, when he wanted to be calm and relaxed and god, why was he so nervous when it was just Kurt they were back and accounted for.
Dark eyes wide and alert in the growing dusk; the teenager rapped his knuckles against the door; shifting his weight back on his heels and deliberately stowing his hands into his jacket pockets so they couldn’t flex impatiently at his sides.
Light spilled out as the door opened, and a familiar figure’s height broke across it. Finn Hudson’s face greeting him with a vaguely distracted smile. Blaine could hear the tell-tale sounds of a game on in the background. “Hey, dude. C’mon in, I think Kurt is still getting ready. I’ll tell him you’re here.”
“Thanks.”
He slipped inside; listening to the other boy’s feet thumping on the stairs and turning as a throat cleared from behind him.
Oh.
“Hi, Mister Hummel.”
“Blaine.” Burt Hummel still had his overalls on and Blaine could smell hints of grease and motoroil even across the room. “How many times I gotta tell you to call me Burt?”
The corner of Blaine’s mouth flexed a little. “At least once more, I think.”
Burt craned his neck as cheering erupted from the TV set in the next room; he jerked his thumb. “Why don’t you come sit down, if I know Kurt he’s not half way to done yet. Kid spends more time grooming himself than anyone I know.”
“Uh,” Blaine tried not to fidget as he sat down on the sofa across from the older man. He crossed his legs, and focused his attention on the compact figure darting across the field on screen. He had good form if for —
“This thing, with you and Kurt,” Burt was watching the screen, but Blaine could tell his attention was on him equally as much. “It seems like it’s getting … serious. Is it time we had a chat about that, yet?”
Color flared to life on Blaine’s cheeks.
Oh, God. He began to silently beg Kurt to hurry up before he wound up blurting out his every dark secret to Burt Hummel. He’d even settle for Finn at this point.