Post by BENNIE MONTAINE on Jun 21, 2012 16:20:27 GMT -5
...benjamine viola montaine*
*I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.*
[/size]*I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me.*
...basics*
name Benjamine (Ben-jah-meen) Viola Montaine. I realize my first name is sort of masculine. Talk to my parents about that one. "The pronunciaton makes it feminine!" Haha, no one knows how to pronounce it correctly at first. It's French, you see, because my father is French. My mother's Italian.
nickname Bennie, Benji, Jamine, N-J, Benja, Ben. Anything you like. I like Bennie best.
age I'm 21. Yay legality! Not that I really go crazy and drink often, buuuut.
gender Female, much to the dismay of Volie, who would have preferred to keep his manhood once reincarnated. Oh well.
grade Barrie University Junior. I like Barrie, it's a good school. I went to Baum Academy before this and plan on teaching there after I graduate.
hometown Paris, France. I miss Paris but I go there for Fashion Week every year, so.
sexuality Hetero, thank you very much! Oh! Not that I have a problem with LBGTs, of course. I'm all for equality and rights, you know?
personification Benvolio Montague. A.K.A. my spirit Shakespearean character before I found out he literally is my spirit Shakespearan character. Ironic, huh?
status Awake, of course. I wasn't always this talkative. I think it's a Shakespeare thing.
face claim People say I look like Lucy Hale. I don't argue, to be honest. She's very pretty and I love her on that one show... Pretty Little Liars. Yes.
...appearance*
hair color Dark brown, and I plan on keeping it that way.
eye color It depends on the lighting, so I'll say hazel for now. Actually, yeah, they're hazel. Sometimes they look a bit green.
build Thin, average. I wasn't made to be a fighter, that's for sure. I'm not very strong.
height 5'2". Nooot made to be a fighter, like I said.
clothing style Girly, kind of hip. Whatever I feels like wearing, really. I have quite the fasioh sense because of my mother and the money to buy nice clothing.
distinctive traits I kind of smirk a lot like I knows exactly what's going on and what to do. It's just a thing because, well, I kind of do, most of the time. When it comes to who's personifying who and how they're making all the same mistakes, at least. Most of the time... Well, Volie's really good at guessing Shakespeare characters.
...personal*
personality You wanna know about me? Well, I've been called lots of things, and I don't generally argue with any of them. I like to look them up in a dictionary, actually. I like having a big vocabulary.
[/blockquote][/color]me·di·a·tor. noun. a person who mediates, especially between parties at variance.» me·di·ate. verb (used with object). 1. to settle (disputes, strikes, etc.) as an intermediary between parties, reconcile. 2. to bring about (an agreement, accord, truce, peace, etc.) as an intermediary between parties by compromise, reconciliation, removal of misunderstanding, etc.
When it comes to two of the people I love having an argument, I'm always the one to call to find a compromise. I'm all about peaceful resolutions as opposed to violent revolutions. I can usually sort out something that works for both parties. Unless, of course, the parties decide to be stupid and not cooperate or leave out important pieces of information. Then I can't help anybody, can I? Yeah, Volie and I both know how that is. If the parties cannot see each other, then I'll be the one to transfer messages and talk to both of them to figure out the best decision. This is better, sometimes, as history has learned. Because meetings plus tension tend to equal in bloodshed, figuratively, of course. Sometimes. And I don't like bloodshed.
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]ra·tion·al. adjective. 1. agreeable to reason; reasonable, sensible. 2. having or excercising reason, sound judgement, or good sense. 3. being in or characterized by full possession of one's reason; sane; lucid. 4. endowed with the faculty of reason. 5. of, pertaining to, or constituting reasoning powers.
People don't seem to grap this concept as easily as I do, unfortunately. I get that emotions can overpower reason sometimes- I totally understand. But I always think there can be a reasonable way to deal with emotional things, if that makes sense. For example: taking things slow is a good thing. Slow and steady wins the race, yes? Well, reason has a way of showing up over time for most people, so there. Reasoning is always a good thing to have no matter what, so I stick to it. Some people get frustrated and call me cold or non-romantic, but really, I do have emotions. I just prefer to think with logic before acting with emotions.
[/justify][/color]pac·i·fist. noun. a person who believes in pacifism or is opposed to war or violence of any kind.
I don't believe in violence. It's plain and simple. It never solves anything except maybe some temporary anger, but you're still going to have problems after that, and now all you have is problems and wounds from a battle. Talking doesn't always help, either, but violence never helps, regardless. I would only ever get physical if it's to hold someone back from a fight, or if I was defending myself. And even then, I would rather cover my face and not try and fight back.
[/justify][/color]soft-spo·ken. adjective. 1. (of persons) speaking with a soft or gentle voice; mild. 2. (of words) softly or mildly spoken; persuasive.
I'm not that loud of a person. I hardly ever raise my voice because it tends to threaten people, and people who feel threatened often do things they normally wouldn't. So. I can raise my voice, though, I just perfer not to. I can get pretty loud if I'm singing a song I like, or if someone's far away and can't possibly hear me at my normal tone. But like I said, a softer voice tends to appear more trustworthy and comfortable in any situation. I'm actually good at comforting people if they're upset or calming people down if they're midly angry. Unfortunately, some people can be too far gone for me and unable to listen to reason.
[/color][/justify]push·y. adjective. obnoxiously forward or self-assertive.
This seems like a bit of a contradiction, but I do tend to be a bit pushy when it comes to things like information and reason. If I want to know something, I'll likely ask outright, and if you don't tell me, I'll keep asking. It's because of Volie, you see, and how he was a bit hurt over not being told about Romeo and Juliet. He was upset because he was definitely not one to really care about the feud, and would have been supportive to any means to end it.
[/color][/justify]talk·a·tive. adjective inclined to talk a great deal.
Hehe. In case you haven't notice, I tend to talk. A lot. I think it's because of Volie and, well, Shakespeare. But honestly, I've always talked a lot because I never felt like I was getting everything out that I needed to, probably because I didn't know about Volie yet. He's taught me lots of things, actually, and since I know more, I talk more. I like to tell people what I know in the hopes that they'll listen and understand and learn. Of course, this doesn't always happen before I'm shushed, but I try. I can sometimes eem like a know-it-all, though, and for that, I apologize.
past The Montaines were not the most prestigious family in France, but they still had a bit of money to attend all the parties thrown by the richest ones. It happened to be at one during Fashion Week in Paris that my father, Frédéric Montaine, met my mother, Amelia Miossi, an Italian woman descended from nobility. She had made her own way, though, working as a model who wanted to design herself one day. They had instant chemistry (and tons of money), so in just a few short months, the young couple was married. Amelia didn't want to have children just yet, seeing as it would likely ruin her modeling career, so they waited a few years. It would have been longer had it not been for an emptied bottle of wine at restaurant celebrating their fifth anniversary (yes, my parents have told me these things).
It was okay, though, because my mother was beginning the end of her prime, so she told me.
Until the due date came upon them. I wasn't able to be born naturally, so they said, so Amelia Miossi would be left with a scar. She was never mad at me, though, so she told me. Just at the circumstance. She shook the weight gained and kept it off, but it wasn't enough. So she started designing, and realized that it was her true passion.
My father re-opened a gourmet restaurant, meanwhile, and one in Paris that was popular among locals and tourists like. His grandfather had named it Adrienne after his wife and closed it down when she died, so whe my father decided to invest in it, he re-opened it with the name Amelia after my mother. Romantic, huh? I think so, too. The younger of his two sisters managed it while he checked in every once in a while and supplied whatever it is they needed. He was and still is a very kind boss.
Meanwhile, I grew up learning English as well as French, but I preferred the former as time went on. I was a pretty good child. I never really put up much of a fight when my parents asked something of me or didn't get me what I wanted, and when other kids were having temper tantrums, I would calm them down. We traveled a lot, so I made a lot of friends in many different countries. I've been to Moscow, London, Madrid, Berlin, Prague, Athens, and many other major cities in my lifetime. We spent time in Dublin but my parents hated it for some reason I don't quite understand. We also spent a lot of time in Italy, going to cities like Venice, Milan, Genoa, Rome, etc. It was around age seven that I started learning Italian because most of my mother's side didn't speak much of anything else. But I loved traveling very much, and learned a lot of things. But we pretty much stayed in the European area, and I wanted to go elsewhere. Namely, America. The country had always intrigued me and I decided early on that I wanted to go to university- er, college here.
When I was ten, we were in Verona, Italy, and that's when things started to get a bit abnormal for me. I saw Romeo & Juliet while in the city, and it angered me for some reason, and I didn't get angry very often. Once I read it, Benvolio Montague appeared to me, still a bit frustrated with not being told the truth about his cousin's marriage sooner. The rational-thinking, tired-of-fighting cousin, who could have saved his best friend Mercutio and his dear cousin Romeo and his bride, if only he was allowed to help. I didn't understand at first, so I figured that he was just an imaginary friend like some said they had. But I learned things from him, and he learned things from me (like how to speak modern, which I believe is very important), and we became fast friends. I dubbed him Volie and he dubbed me Bennie, when earlier I had simply gone by Benjamine. I accepted other nicknames, but Bennie was and still is my favorite.
Since I traveled so often, I was schooled my whole life by an American governess that traveled with us named Diane. She told me a lot about America and was part of the reason I wanted to go so badly. I didn't want to wait for college though, and in one of the very few acts of impatience I've ever done, I asked my parents if I could sign up for a foreign exchange program in what would be freshman year of high school. Reluctant at first, Diane finally convinced them
present I arrived in New York City just after my fifteenth birthday, in the second semester at Baum Academy. Normally, foreign exchange only go for little while before you get sent back, but after those few months, I didn't want to leave! I love the city and everything in it, and though I returned to Europe for that summer, I convinced my parents to let me move here with Diane as my legal guardian. They've come to visit me, of course, during Fashion Week in New York (which I must say does not compare to Fashion Week in Paris), but they prefer staying in Europe. I've traveled back there, too, but only over the summers and before I returned to Baum Academy.
I knew a lot about America before then because of Diane, but things still surprise me to this day. I try not to speak with much of an accent, but it's difficult to blend in with the New York accent that makes me think of rude behavior of some of the citizens here. I've taken my citizenship test already and passed the first time, with flying colors no less. In the months before college began, I made sure I familiarized myself with the city so I wouldn't get lost and looked into schools I could teach at once college was over. Oh! Did I not mention? I want to be an English teacher. I don't consider French to be my first language, I consider both English and French to be my first languages, and Italian to be my second.
My freshman year at Barrie was interesting, to say the least. I learned what American college kids were really like and I must say, it's a bit overwhelming at times, but fun nonetheless. You didn't have to choose your major right away, but I already decided to be an English major beforehand, so I saw no point in changing. I enjoy college parties and have attened more than I would like to admit, but I've only been completely drunk a few times. I try to keep myself on a good path, though, so I don't have anything staining my record when I go to apply for a teaching job at Baum after my senior year.
family
Amelia Renata Miossi (kept maiden name); Mother
Frédéric Abel Montaine; Father
likes
- Benvolio, who I nicknamed "Volie" or just "Vo" so it wouldn't be confusing. I don't think he likes it but I don't care.
- Peace.
- Negotiating (as opposed to fighting)
- Words (as opposed to actions)
- Words in general, actually. She's an English major, so. Vocabulary is interesting to her.
dislikes
- Romeo and Juliet. The people, not the play. I love the play. But the people were dumb and Volie's mad that Romeo didn't bother to tell him anything.
- War
- Fighting (as opposed to negotiating)
- Actions (as opposed to words)
- People who destroy things for absolutely no good reason. Like, I understand you're angry, but the flower you're ripping apart did nothing to you.
other notes definitions by dictionary.com seeing as i don't have an actual dictionary here
...literature*
book title Romeo & Juliet
backstory I am Romeo's cousin and one of the first characters to appear in the play. I attempted to stop a fight between Capulet and Montague servants, but Tybalt showed up and messes that plan up, turning it into an all-out brawl in the town that made Prince Escalus decree that whole death penalty thing. After the fight, I tried to comfort Romeo after Rosaline rejected him, and convince him to go to the Capulet party, something I regret, now. Once that party broke up, I tried to get him to leave, but he didn't want to. I see why now. Me and Mercutio looked for him the next day, and we knew that Tybalt had challenged him to a duel and I knew he would fight. I didn't expect him to turn it down like he had, or to even get between Mercutio and Tybalt. Maybe I should have been the one to do that. Maybe Mercutio wouldn't have died and Romeo wouldn't have avenged him and everything would have been okay, perhaps. But fate had a different plan, it seemed. I told the Prince the truth afterwards and I only wish I could have talked to him more and maybe gotten Romeo off clean instead of getting him exiled, but I thought it better than being executed at the time. If I had known what was going on, I could have helped. If I had known the good Friar's plan, I would have delivered the message and risked the plague, so Romeo and Juliet could have been together in life and lived to see the feud between the families end. But no, I knew absolutely nothing until I saw his dead body lying next to that of Juliet Capulet, and heard the Friar tell.
If I'm not the only one brought into this strange day and age, I intend to set it right. If the stars have something against us this time, then by God, I'll rearrange them. I'll do anything to save the lives of my dear cousin Romeo, his bride, my most beloved friend Mercutio, my aunt Montague, and even Tybalt.
...roleplayer*
name Hedgie
