Post by sablesepulchre on Jul 14, 2010 10:11:44 GMT -5
...durand sylvain gaudet*
*Enchanted? Ha-ha ha-ha! Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? Ha-ha-ha... It was you, wasn't it?*
[/size]*Enchanted? Ha-ha ha-ha! Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? Ha-ha-ha... It was you, wasn't it?*
...basics*
name durand sylvain gaudet
nickname durand
age thirty-four
gender male
grade n/a
hometown lyon, france
sexuality heterosexual
personification Cogsworth, Beauty and the Beast
face claim mel gibson
...appearance*
hair color It used to be a dark brown, but age has turned it grey with a brown shading.
eye color Hazel, but mostly appears green in color.
build Stout would be the appropriate word to describe Durand, but stocky may be used as well. He has gained weight since [insert reference here].
height Five foot, ten inches.
clothing style Formality is a must in all situations. Whether working, dining, or enjoying life, Durand will be found in a suit. Usually a brown or black suit. Most people believe that he doesn't own a single t-shirt or pair of jeans, which is entirely true. The only comfortably clothing he owns is a pair of loafers, which never leave his accommodations.
distinctive traits The most distinctive traits of Durand are his mustache and goatee, which are immaculately trimmed and tidy.
...personal*
personality
*Precise - Durand is extremely accurate in all aspects of his life, from finances to appearance to time. This precision is helpful, but often his uptight and neurotic tendencies to be correct get in the way.
*Nervous - His frequent anxiety is the bane of everything Durand tries to accomplish. He will be nervous while planning the project, starting to work, executing the plan, completing the project, and after it is all done about the final results.
*Sarcastic - Did you really think by changing the logo the sales would increase? Did you? If I changed the logo on this water bottle, would it change anything? Would it change the taste of the water? The chemicals inside? NO, nothing would change, except for the label. Now, you tell me how we are going to fix th- Nevermind, I'll just do it myself.
*Loyal - Durand is loyal to the point of servility to the Beare family. Currently, he is an intermediate between Garrett Beare and the senior Beare and runs Last Petal LLC in the absence of either of them. He is slightly hesitant towards accepting anyone who protrudes into Garrett's life.
past
My story truly began when I was eleven years old - the client of my father was recently deceased and, with a suggestion from a friend of the family, my father submitted his resume to the Beare's, an American family who was growing in prominence and fortune. With a significant amount of work and a bit of luck, he was accepted to work for the family as a clerk.
Several years passed as I grew older - my father was announced as the unofficial steward of the Beare family just as I was leaving to attend university. My time in the honorable halls of Harvard was marked only by my studies in the field of business, but, after eight years of work, it was interrupted by the death of the lady of the Beare household. With Garrett Beare still in school, it was too much for the father of the household to handle the business, Garrett, and the house with only the normal staff. I joined my father in working for the Beare's, tending to everyday matters, but matters of great importance, mind you. Only a few years after I began working, my own father passed away, leaving the master to name me as the new steward. I was the logical choice; however, at the time I was unsure of the decision.
Immediately after the death of my father as I began working as a steward officially, I started to sense the real purpose of my life as the work piled on. One night, as I was brooding at my desk, I began to hear a small continuous tick. Assuming it was my father's antique clock, I continued working. The noise continued, gradually increasing in volume until I could not continue to ignore it. Then, it suddenly went away. Over the next several months, this occurred frequently, and I began to notice a pattern. The ticking noise would end just before the announcement of an important occurrence pertaining to the Beare family. Finally, after I'd missed an vital event that the ticking had predicted, I met him. He was strict, sarcastic, obtuse, yet intelligent - an imitation of my own personality locked within my mind. His name was Cogsworth and he lived to serve his master, as I lived to serve mine. It took only a few moments for me to connect the dots. My master was the Beast from the fairy tale, and I was his steward. It made me slightly uncomfortable to think of what was ahead, of what was in store for Gaston and Le Fou. And, mind you, of my absolute irritation at the aspect of a Lumiere in this world.
present
Now, I run the affairs of the Beare household while Garrett and his father manage the main stores. Of course, I step in when needed, but my primary concern is the family name and the maintenance thereof. My accommodations are located in the Beare estate in the staff quarters, but I rarely spend any time in them. Instead, you will probably find me at the main headquarters.
family Francois Gaudet - father (deceased)
Antoinette Gaudet - mother (deceased)
likes
+ His master(s)
+ Order, precision
+ Clocks
+ Work
+ Tea
+ Suits
dislikes
+ Disorder
+ Making his master(s) mad or disappointing him (them)
+ Disgraceful upstarts
+ Exercise
other notes Durand is awakened.
...literature*
book title Beauty and the Beast
backstory Cogsworth is the steward of the Beast who has been transformed into a pendulum clock by the Enchantress. He is extremely loyal to his master, but his high strung personality is often quelled by that of Lumiere.
...roleplayer*
name Sable, and/or Raptor?
age seventeen
gender female
rp experience six to seven years
how you found ouac sts, ttb, becket/shannon, all that jazz
rp sample Alice, part 2.
It had come to the White Rabbit's attention that he would never be on time.
"Oh, dear." the Rabbit muttered as he hopped swiftly to his door, the numerous clocks his dwelling housed chiming in dissonance to signal the time. He was late, dreadfully, unequivocally late, and the Rabbit knew in his heart that the Red Queen would not be pleased. "I must hurry, yes, yes." He took a shortcut that passed through the land that the Queen of hearts had forbidden, for it had been the place where Alice was first found. She believed that if they ignored its existence, the rabbit hole which Alice had come through would simply disappear. Perhaps it would, but the Rabbit doubted such would occur.
The White Rabbit pulled his pocket watch out as he bounded through the bushes and trees, glancing at the time. No, he was still late. With a sigh and a whimper, the Rabbit replaced the pocket watch in his vest pocket, and the thumping noise of his feet sped up. He'd be lucky to have his head at the end of the day.
~
"What has gotten you in such a muddle, Hatter?" The Cheshire Cat appeared in the air next to the brooding Hatter, grinning his permanent grin with curiosity in his turquoise eyes. Old friends, they were. The bond between the Mad Hatter and the Cat was nearly as old as that between the March Hare and the Hatter, and many a festival and a funeral had been passed in each other's company. "Still pondering the difference between a raven and a writing desk?"
The Hatter still stared out the window at the soldiers marching their watch around the castle walls. His lips formed a grim line until the feline's remark brought out a fond memory. "No, Cheshire. Now I ponder if what I've done is right or not." There was no questioning that the Cheshire Cat knew of his betrayal. The feline seemed to know everything, and even when a secret was told in the darkest corner of the most secluded room, it would reach Cheshire's ears.
Many deaths would be caused by the return of the Red Queen. Even now, the moat was a sickly pink color, dyed with the blood of innocents. Was all this worth having Alice back?
"Right or not," the Cat purred, floating on his back, paws behind his head. "It is bound to be most entertaining. I been so bored with all this good-will in the air."
At times like this, the Mad Hatter wondered about the Cheshire Cat.