EAHAU: Cush's application

Name:  Crasher “Crush” Nutson Drosselmeyer

Parents & Story: did you ever heard about “The Nutcracker and the Mouseking”? Well, I’m the son of the Nutcracker. 

Age: 15 and a half (but I’m still a little short…)

Birthday:  January 24.

Grade: 10tt

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: pansexual

Storybook Romance: No story to be told (I'm actually afraid of falling in love).

Species: I’m human… until the moment comes when I’ll be turned into a wooden toy…

Royal or Rebel: I’m… not exactly sure… but I think I’m a rebel…

Why: Well… according to my story, I’m supposed to crack the hardest nut in the world to “save” a princess (if making her physically attractive counts as “saving”) and then I’m supposed to be rejected and turned into a nutcracker until someone who’s not bothered by my appearance comes and says she/he loves me and I’ll be the next king of the land of the dolls…  The problem is that the Mouse king is dead and I don’t think there is another royal rodent out there that wants me dead… so, I’m not sure how the story is going to follow… However, If there is a princess whose destiny relies on me cracking a nut and then she’s supposed to reject me and banish me… I’m not sure if I can take that kind of rejection… Will I be able to love again after that? And, whoever that comes after… I’m not so sure if I’ll be able to trust someone again… But, I’m also fearing that person might just know me for a day and want us to get married immediately! I mean, I do respect the others beliefs but… I don’t believe love at first sight can last for ever after! Of course, there’s people around me saying that I’ll change my mind once I’ve fallen in love with “the right one” as if a coconut had hit me in the head!  Yeah, I know, I know! Maybe I’m just paranoid, I shouldn’t lose my nuts about things like this…
Also… I’d like to be a magician like gran-uncle Drosselmeyer…

Personality: Well… you might have realized by now that I’m a little bit paranoid… but just when it comes to those themes. I’m usually serene and cool, like my dad and I also like to have fun and play a lot! (I also get laugh at and called “childish” because of that… I mean, my kingdom is filled with candy and toys).

Likes

-Nuts (yes, I said it, I do like nuts, don’t joke about it!)

-Toys (My grandfather ‘s fault… I regret nut-hing)

-Dancing (what? I’m an old-fashioned guy! I could dance ‘till I crack!)

-Christmas! (Really, who doesn’t like Christmas?)

- Classical Music

-Crafting (I like making things and… of course: toys)

-Clocks (Tha’s my grand uncle Christen!)

Dislikes:

- thinking about marriage counts?

- traitors…

- Too wild parties… (the moment I say: “Enough”, then it is a too wild party…)

- Speaking with adults… (and I mean foreigner adults, kids are pretty much a like no matter where they’re from, but when I try to speak with adults from outside of my kingdom… I’m not even taken seriously)

- Feeling awkward… (which happens really often… when you’re not used to a place where nothing is like home)

 History: I was raised by my parents in a castle but… I’ve been home schooled my entire childhood (I’ve learned of many topics thanks to my granduncle Christen Elias Drosselmeyer! He is a wonderful teacher!). I might have been a little bit of… an overprotected child… If my parents were not there, I had no permission to go (I still can’t believe they accepted to enroll me in Ever After High!). I had no permission to visit friends, nor go to birthday parties… I had to just “do what a prince has” (which is send a servant with a present and a royal greeting) But don’t get me wrong, I’m not some pompous royalist or something like that! My mom used to be an peasant; therefore, she made sure to give me responsibilities at home (such as help my grand uncle with work, ordering papers at my dad’s office, helping making desserts for every meal…).

I’ve also… been a little bit… different from other kids… how? Well… let’s just say that, while other children feel fascinated by frogs … I always preferred mice.

Also… there was once a time when I met someone (I was like… 5 years old) and this kid was standing in front of the gates with one of those candies that are really hard and have a soft and sweet interior and was crying because it was too hard… and… I… I don’t know what came over me, but, when I asked what the problem was, I took the candy and cracked it with my teeth. I, somehow, felt like I had found my destiny, for one moment, I felt sure more than ever that I wanted to be like my dad and become the next nutcracker prince! But… then… That person… seemed to be terrified of what I had just done… and ran away from me.  I didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl… or… where and when we’ll meet again for me to apologize… And, after that, I discovered I couldn’t bear the weight of being rejected… and I started to question my destiny…  

Oh! And… the reason why my hair looks kind of blue-ish… is because when I was 11 I was playing with some magical paint in my granduncle’s workshop and… let’s just say I ended up dying my hair navy blue… I just hope it goes completely back to black soon!

Additional Information:

•I play an instrument: THE CASTANETS!

•most of my clothes tend to be dark red and baby blue…

•I sleep with most of my toys and my castanets. I don’t know why I don’t like to have them away.

-If I ever have a daughter, I'm calling her NUTELLA!