Post by GARRETT BEARE on Feb 12, 2010 0:37:51 GMT -5
...garrett phillip beare*
*for who could ever learn to love a beast?*
[/size]*for who could ever learn to love a beast?*
...basics*
name Garrett Phillip Beare
nickname Garebear, Curly
age Twenty Two ( 22)
gender Male
grade N/A
hometown NYC, New York
sexuality Heterosexual
reincarnate The Beast
...appearance*
hair color SHort but intensely curly brown hair.
eye color Brown
build Tall but not exactly muscular
height 6'1"
clothing style BUSINESS SUITS, BUSINESS SUITS, BUSINESS SUITS!
distinctive traits He's big and intimidating, you can't miss him.
...personal*
personality Garrett can be inCREDIBLY intimidating and scary when he wants to be, which is pretty much every time he speaks to one of his workers at the flower shipping company. As the manager he knows just how to yell and wave and threaten in order to get people working like their lives and livelihoods depended on it, which sometimes they do( Well okay, usually.)
Garrett pretty much expects everything to happen exactly the way he wants it, ALL the time. if there's something he wants, it's his. He's just rich/important/scary like that. He's never experienced not having what he wants. Sure he's been turned DOWN before, but everyone changed their mind sooner or later.
past Garret comes from a long and successful line of businesspeople.Garrett was always told the somewhat romanticized story that it all started out with Great Grampy Beare finding the one special preservative to put in the water for roses that would make their cuttings last for weeks. He kept this secret near and dear to his heart, opening up a small shop which soon grew and grew into the booming business that it was today.
Last Petal LLC.
Garrett grew up in the high standards, proper business society of New York. The only times he was allowed to get away from the cutthroat business world of his father was when the two of them went out into the countryside on the weekends to see the greenhouses where the roses were carefully cultivated. Garrett always loved the roses. The way they grew was so beautiful. He knew right then that it was destiny that he would enter the family business and sell these beautiful flowers for a living.
When he was 12, Garrett told his father that he intended to enter into the business and perpetuate the flower growing and shipping company. At first his father didn't react, only giving Garrett a look. Then he told his son something that would stick with him for the rest of his life.
" Listen Garrett, I would support you on this but... you're just too nice. If you really want this you need to toughen up. The only one who matters is you. Everyone else is just a stepping stone to get to what you want."
This made a great impression on Garrett. From that point on he made it a point to be especially harsh and vindictive, snapping at anyone and everyone who wouldn't get him whatever he wanted, amping it up especially around his father, to show exactly how tough and worthy he could be.
present Well, after the seven years of being a total asshole to every single creature that came his way, Mr. Beare has finally relented and allowed Garrett to start working for Last Petal LLC, starting him out as a manager of sales in the main office in NYC. He left Garrett with the instructions that if he could hold his own in the business for three years then he would be put on track to eventually be head of the company. if he let's it slip though... well, its preferable not to think about those possibilities.
Garrett is in the third and final year of this father-mandated test. if he can just make it to the end of the year while keeping his workers in a state of constant fear and working frenzies then he'll be bumped up. Because of this, he's working on overtime, trying to make sure there is not one single employee not working at 150%.
likes
Flowers ( Roses especially)
People with a work Ethic
Submissive People
Work
His Dad
Managing People
dislikes
People who talk back
Lazy people
Challenges on his authority
Dead/Dying Flowers
Old Women
other notes BE VERY AFRAID OF HIM, he WILL hurt people.
...literature*
book title Beauty and the Beast
backstory The beast was a spoiled prince who got everything he ever wanted but was heartlessly cruel to all his servants. One night, in the midst of a roiling storm, an enchantress disguised as an old hag knocked at his castle door, asking to come in from the storm to dry herself and get something to eat in exchange for a single rose. He refused her request, and she warned him that looks could be deceiving. He still refused and just when he was closing the door she revealed herself as she truly was, a beautiful woman. She told him that since he was so cruel and inhumane he would be a beast for all his days, unless he could win the love of a girl before the last petal of the rose she had promised him fell.
...roleplayer*
name YOUR KIND AND GENEROUS ADMIN, BECKET.
age Fourteen
gender MASCULINE
rp experience
how you found ouac bahaharp sampleRory walked into the cemetery. Oh how he loved it here. This was his home away from home, the stench of death that hurt his incredibly strong nosed still present, but buried ( literally) under heavy overtones of earthy soil. That coupled with the fact that a new body was donated here just about every week and it was practically a buffet for him.
Rory had always been a clean eater, and as long as he reburied the spot he had noticed that no one ever actually CHECKED to see if the body was still there.
Rory sighed when he saw that there was someone already in the graveyard, standing over a grave. He pouted, hoping that this was just another one of those grievers or mourners or whatever they were caled in this century and not someone who had caught on to his own little scheme. He didn't think there were enough fresh bodies to go around or two hungry mouths.
But no, Rory recognized her as the girl who worked at the coffee shop...what was her name? Cherry? Carrie? Kenneth? It didn't matter. There was no way she was of any importance. Probably just crying over some long forgotten event.
But she wasn't...she had been in the same place for too long, staring off into space with that dreamy look he had seen before...once before...in the eyes of a certain goddess of revenge. Was this another of the...?
No, it couldn't be. He would have known, he would have known immediately. He wasn't THAT dimwitted, was he? He would have known if he had been talking with another godly reincarnate.
Her hand slowly raised. She seemed oblivious of all else. Rory wasn't sure, but he thought that he could see the skies around him getting a little bit darker, a little more foreboding.
Who was she?
Her fingers snapped closed, clawing at the empty air. Rory thought he could hear a faint scream off in the distance, from someone somewhhere. Suddenly, it all clicked. He had been speaking with one of the FATES. He rushed over to her as she collapsed. He couldn't let such a golden opportunity as this fly him by.
