Name:
Konrad Richter

Also Known As:
Conrad (Anglicized) Richter

Birthdate:
April 5th, 1982

Place of Origin:
West Berlin, Brandenburg, Germany

Ethnicity:
European (German/Some form of Slavic)

Gender:
Male

Height:
183cm / 6'0"

Weight:
57kg / 125lb

Laterality:
Left-handed

Occupation:
Author (former), Store Clerk

Marital Status:
Single, Divorced

Appearance:
Tall and blonde, it would surprise nobody to find out that Conrad had a lot of German blood flowing through his veins. Still, while he managed to inherit his father's blonde hair, it was his mother's brown eyes through which he viewed the world. They're eyes that are intelligent and forlorn in equal measure, and they often gave him the look of somebody who wants to speak, but holds back.

Having lived nearly half his life in Kent, when Conrad does speak it's in a near-authentic English accent, with only hints of his German dialect slipping through. He would almost avoid notice, all told, if not for the fact that his right forearm ends in a stump halfway to the hand. A birth defect, but one he has managed to adapt to quite easily. Still, it was a fact that certainly didn't help his already light weight for his size.

Synopsis:
Conrad's life before adulthood is as uninteresting as is it unimportant, as he tells it. He lived in Germany his entire life. At a young age he was gripped with the desire to be a writer, and began learning English so that he could reach a wider audience. It was natural then, that he should make plans to immigrate to the British Isles upon reach adulthood. He had no love for his father's land, and the literature he had grown up with filled him with a longing to reside in the UK, with many of his favorite authors having filled him with a idealized image of their home. It was as he was making preparations to leave Germany that the high point of his life was realized. Firstly, he met his wife, a Bosnian woman, who agreed to move to England with him. Secondly, he began work on his book, "Forlorn Hope", a fictional account of an unnamed war orphan. Thirdly, he turned eighteen, and began his journey into adulthood by quite literally sailing away from his childhood.

Upon publication "Forlorn Hope, written in English, received international acclaim, and modest success in sales. Still, in spite of this, his success was short lived. Seemingly having lost his muse, Conrad (As he began stylizing himself, even using it as his pen name over the German Konrad) never published another book. Instead he took a job as a simple store clerk as his royalties began to dwindle, and by the time they had been together five years his marriage ended in divorce. He has spent the last few years of his life living quietly, outside of the public eye. His short success having not held the world's attention for long.

Altogether he is social, but rather reserved, preferring to steer any conversation into a direction he is comfortable with. He appears to also be well read, or at least experienced, dispensing advice where he feel's it appropriate. Although who knows if he does this for praise or simply because he enjoys it. A writer's ego lives for being flattered, after all. In either case, he seems to be someone who enjoys partaking in conversation, even if he can seem a little... uncomfortable with his own voice at times.

Notes:

• Enjoys piano, and plays as proficiently as his handicap allows. Still, prefers to relax by sticking to the rhythmic left hand sections.
• Seems to prefer speaking in English, even though it is not his native language.
• Despite having worked at the same small town grocer for years, has not moved up into any sort of managerial position.

Theme Music:
Maggot Brain ~ Funkadelic