Albrecht et Clarissa étaient bien dans leur déjeuner quand la merde a frappé le ventilateur.
Quelque chose comme la pitoyable querelle a brisé la tranquillité du restaurant. Ils étaient en haut, ils étaient en bas, une assiette étouffée à haute voix. Ils parlaient vite comme des poulets dans un stylo, et ils transgressaient sur la loi et l'ordre de l'établissement juste dans leurs arguments. Ensemble, cet homme profondément conservateur et fervent libéral a versé le carburant pour un grand feu partout sur le sol. La clameur n'était pas contagieuse, mais le bruit qu'elle générait était perçant sur le drone des téléviseurs comme s'ils étaient arrachés des murs et réduits au silence. Les yeux de Clarissa étaient grands avec surprise, ses mains s'arrêtaient en l'air avec le sandwich pris entre ses doigts de poche. Au milieu du chaos, elle a posé à M. Hart la question suivante : « Qu'est-ce qui se passe là-bas? »
Mais Albrecht aussi était à la perte des mots. Son visage était vide et sans réflexion pendant quelques instants alors qu'il regroupait la scène. Puis, après que la réalisation eut commencé sur lui, chaque mot qui fut jeté à travers la pièce causa plus de stress à Albrecht. Plus les débats en colère s'affrontaient, plus Albrecht ressentait l'envie de médiation dans son cœur. Qui d'autre le ferait? Quelques visages paraissaient prêts à intervenir, mais ils ont plutôt quitté le restaurant pour éviter la confrontation. Les autres qui étaient encore assis essayèrent sérieusement d'ignorer l'horrible terrible, qui était de construire dans un coin de la boutique et de remplir la pièce comme un gaz toxique, punissant. Le monde est en effet un endroit bizarre, pensait Albrecht.
Leur gaz, la flamme d'Albrecht, tous de bons ingrédients pour la scène. "Je vais voir ce que je peux faire." Ses pieds se sont serrés au comptoir en quelques secondes, mais il s'est montré réticent à l'approche. Il doutait de sa capacité à agir, et Albrecht n'était pas sûr s'il était équipé pour résoudre le problème. Un peu plus d'encouragement du fiasco était tout ce dont il avait besoin, et il est venu.
"Arrêtez!" La voix d'Albrecht rugissait au-dessus de celles des autres alors qu'il s'éloignait. Il a dû rassembler un peu de contrôle pour éviter de blesser sérieusement quelqu'un. "Vous!" Il s'est forcé entre eux et a utilisé autant de force qu'il a pu pour les séparer. Lorsqu'ils ont été séparés, Hart a affronté l'homme et a pressé ses doigts dans la poitrine de l'homme d'une manière très agressive et grondante. "Qu'est-ce que tu crois faire, à cause d'une scène comme celle-ci dans un restaurant de tous les endroits? Si vous avez assez de gumption pour tout ce que vous êtes un adulte raisonné, vous avez assez de raison," Albrecht a dit scaldingly, dérision coulant dans sa voix, "pour être le 'plus grand adulte" et ne pas agir comme ça!" Il a poussé l'homme avec sa paume et s'est tourné vers la fille, qu'il a donné le même traitement. "Ne pensez pas non plus que vous soyez dans le vide! S'il est un théoricien de la conspiration, InfoWars, Breitbart, ou qu'est-ce que vous avez, vous devriez savoir que lui et son espèce ne peuvent pas être raisonnés avec!" Le visage d'Albrecht était rouge, et son cœur battait de rage. Parler comme ça a vraiment fait voler son tempérament de la poignée.
Name. Albrecht Hart
Sex/Gender. Male
Age. 17
Appearance.
Albrecht is a boy of average proportions; he is neither lanky nor squat, just 5 feet and 4 inches tall and weighing roughly 145 pounds. Though his name is typical of someone of European descent, his appearance is less so. His skin is soft, oily, and slightly tanned, and it brings such an organic warmth to those touched by his deft fingers. Although there are physical features of his that are traditionally considered desirable to women, he is nonetheless characteristically masculine, marked by broad shoulders, a defined chest, and at least a bit of muscle layered on his full build. His face is square-jawed with scruff forming the beginnings of a full beard and mustache, but it is Albrecht's wide, amber brown eyes that bring balance and soften his face into a mysterious mix. His nose is flat, but like a Roman's, it is somewhat convex. So his cheeks are, supple and childlike, but high-boned. Dark brown hair comes down just a hint below his ears to cover his forehead. His hair, like his skin, is soft, and it is typically parted this way or that to offer a sense of care for his physical appearance, layered in an undercut but never pulled back, done up, or gelled.
The color blue used to feature prominently in his clothing, but in the past year or so other colors have begun to appear in his closet, among them warm colors and pastels. He likes casual button-ups with rolled-up sleeves, simple patterns and textures, or colorblock, T-shirts and baseball tees, tank tops, cargo shorts, khakis, the occasional pair of colored pants or shorts, and flat shoes. Every now and then he'll don formal wear, normally just a plain black American-cut suit with a flat-colored tie and dress shoes. Aside from Albrecht's more bold fashion choices, the rest of his wardrobe is fairly standard for his age, if not a little on the trendy side. On the daily, Albrecht wears a necklace with Odin's knot, a plain silver ring on his index finger, and half-rimmed glasses.
Personality.
Albrecht from youth has always possessed a talent in intellectual pursuits, but instability in his family ultimately carried heavily into his personality. Like his father, Albrecht Hart has a fiery passion that was constant across his emotions except under the effects of depression. At the peak of that passion, Albrecht's joy and compassion radiates from him and inspires ambitions and genius revelations, but at the junction of his temper, Albrecht could lash out and become a storm unto himself. Perhaps the more crippling of his flaws is his sadness, arising from nothing but his own introspection or paranoia and withholding him from really enjoying in his successes or in his identity.
The nearest Myers-Briggs type to his personality is the ENFP personality type, serving as a fair marker for who he is as a person. Albrecht is sociable and amiable, preferring the company of others to the isolation of himself, but it is not as though alone-time can be a good break from the romping, distracting swings of happiness he experiences in the presence of friends. As for his love of humanity, he seeks to help others but also wants their attention and admiration for the sake of his own validation, and hence he relies on them for his redemption to feel true edification. Often however can he become occupied with his big dream of changing the world, in his strong, dissenting opinions.
But this dream does not separate itself from Albrecht's overall compassion and sympathy. He is an incredible device, sensitive to even the slightest of social cues and ticks that allow him to more quickly understand and become aware of another person's emotions or his role in a situation. In such a way, his intuition does not betray him. His unabashed idealism and spontaneity mark his wish for the freedom to act as he pleases so long as what he is doing is harmless and good. This aspect of his personality can be, though, a dual-edged sword of independence and rebellious antiestablishmentarianism.
Skills.
Plays piano and violin
Writes and draws well
Speaks German
Has decent math skills and a good memory
Can drive

Biography.
Albrecht Hart was born on July 15th in Seattle into an average middle class family, raised by an immigrant mother and a normal American father. His two parents were more conservative than was the norm for the area, and for a while Albrecht bought into the classic tales told of all things Republican and religious. His boyhood felt miserable and dragged on for what seemed like years in which the cruelty of young kids punctured his spirit and left him dejected.
As he entered adolescence and came to terms with his homosexuality at the age of 12, he isolated himself emotionally from others, went through the phases of middle school, became an atheist, and behaved fairly sophomoric. That isolation only hurt him worse and worse until the breaking point, when in his freshman year of high school, a spiritual realization hit him. In that year he syncretically embraced Catholic and interfaith spirituality with a particularly resistant attitude to the more conservative doctrines of the religion, an experience that ultimately shaped his spiritual growth in high school and changed most of his attitudes in a radical evolution of the mind and soul.
His emotional vices and the like still led to deep internal conflicts with desire and virtue, and they continued to govern a more strained relationship with his father and a warming relationship with his mother as he began to escape the self-containing introvertive and cynical thinking, that kept him confined in the earlier stages of his development, and establish himself as his own master. He began to hold his head higher and smile and laugh more, becoming himself a beacon of his own happiness after that life-changing experience, turning him into a figure of interest and of friendliness at his school.