Post by clocks on Feb 15, 2011 13:21:32 GMT -5
...Sebastian Peter Halliwell*
*Well, there's the usual things: flowers... chocolates... promises you don't intend to keep... *
[/size]*Well, there's the usual things: flowers... chocolates... promises you don't intend to keep... *
...basics*
name Sebastian Peter Halliwell
nickname None
age 24
gender Male
grade Adult
hometown Leicestershire, England
sexuality Straight, though he is often considered a Metrosexual.
personification Cogsworth
status Dormant
face claim Neil Patrick Harris
...appearance*
hair color Short, clean cut, blond.
eye color Blue.
build He takes good care of himself. Slight tone of muscles,
height 6' 1" (1.85 m)
clothing style Suits. He loves suits! He'd sleep in suits if he wasn't afraid they'd wrinkle.
distinctive traits He almost compulsively checks the time on his Gold Pocket Watch. He also has impeccable cuticles.
...personal*
personality
Moral:: Sebastian has a strong sense of loyalty, duty, and integrity. He keeps his word, and tries his best to do right by those he cares about.
Wound Tight:: Sebastian believes that rules are their for a reason. True, he'll bend them, but only if they HIGHLY conflict with his own moral code.
Voice of Reason:: Sebastian is blessed to have very sound reasoning, and keeps his head during strenuous times. He does not bend under stress, and this makes him both a shrewd business man, and a supportive friend.
Clean:: Cleanliness is next to Godliness. 'Nuff said.
Business Man:: Sebastian seems unable to relax sometimes, as he is always in business mode. He finds real life to be obnoxiously unpredictable, where with business he has statistics and numbers on his side.
past Mitchell Halliwell had one wish for his son: Take over the Halliwell Clock Fortune someday. And Sebastian indeed showed great promise in the world of business. However, when he was twelve, the Halliwell's went bankrupt, from a mixture of bad business decisions and Mitchell's gambling problem. If not for Jack Knolley's, Sebastian's maternal Grand Father, Sebastian would not have even had the benefit of a fabulous education.
Sebastian was sent to The Napoleanic Academy for Boys, on the outskirts of Orleans, France, when he was 14 years old. For the first two years, Sebastian was a loner. His peers found him delicate and 'un-manly' because of his aversion of porn, dirt, and cheap beer. Soon though, he was joined by the surly young Freshmen, Garrett Beare. The two seemed to enjoy each others company, though it lacked the instant BFF glow that girls seemed to have. It would be more comparable to a quiet contentedness.
Two years of this and it was off to Harvard Business School for the young Englishman, where he began setting the roots of becoming a business consultant.
present And lo and behold, a business consultant he became. Technically, Sebastian is a lawyer, but he is far more pleased in the setting of a small business that needs a push in the right direction. And who is the supplier of this push? Why Sebastian of course! He has made a name for himself by taking sows ear (failing business) and magically (strong business intuition) turning it into a silk purse (a not failing buisiness HURRAH AND HURRAY!).
It is a good living, as he halls in a 10-15% commission from the businesses he aids, and it funds his expensive taste quite well. His particular love of fine suits and wine tend to run him a little bit, BUT WELL WORTH IT! Nothing is worse, in his opinion, than a man walking into a meeting in an ill fitting, cheap, suit. Gross.
family
Mitchell Halliwell -Father
Jane Halliwell -Mother
Francine Halliwell -Sister
likes
1.) Clocks
2.) SUITS
3.) Architecture
4.) Fine Wine
5.) Manicures. He's not ashamed.
6.) The North Sea
7.) Art
8.) Good Food
9.) A Good Book
10.) The Novelty of Love
dislikes
1.) People who look sloppy
2.) New Fads: ie Goth, Punk, etc
3.) Stupidity
4.) People who lack loyalty and intregrity
5.) Dirt
6.) Animals
7.) Cheap Wine
8.) Fast Food
9.) His Suit getting messed up.
10.) When people mistake intellect and class for big headedness.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Beauty and the Beast
backstory Cogsworth is the Beast's tightly wound and extremely loyal Majordomo, and both Lumiere's counterpart and rival. When the Enchantress curses the Beast, he is transformed into a pendulum clock. He initially tries to stop the others from allowing Maurice stay at the castle (as he knows the Beast would not approve), but ultimately gives in. When the Beast arrives, he tries to explain what happened, but the Beast is too angry to hear what happened. He tries to get Belle to come to dinner, but she refuses. When he reports to the Beast her refusal, he tries desperately to calm him down, as well as keep him calm when trying to get her to join him for dinner. He follows the Beast's orders to deny her dinner, but he eventually relents, telling them to at least keep the noise down. He is eventually swept up in the boisterous "Be Our Guest" number. Later he learns that the Beast let Belle go, much to his dismay. He then tells everyone the bad news, and seems resigned to his fate (as the rose is nearing the last petal). When the residents of the castle learn of the upcoming invasion, he tries to come up with a plan to stop the villagers, but the others leave him before he can finish. He later participates in the battle and saves Lumiere from Le Fou by sliding down the banister and prodding Le Fou's rear end with a pair of scissors. He, Lumiere and Mrs. Potts rush to aid the Beast who is fighting against Gaston, but arrive after the battle's end, when the Beast dies from a mortal wound from Gaston, who fell from the West Wing. The spell breaks, however, reviving the Beast and returning Cogsworth and the others to their original forms. In the end, he gets into an argument with Lumiere about who told who about Belle breaking the spell.
From Wikipedia.
...roleplayer*
name Molly Mae
age Almost 17
gender Female
rp experience Neopets, writing I've done, that one post I did with Molly.
how you found ouac Neopets.
rp sample
She could do this.
Molly was sure she could do this.
Those who passed by Molly Toulouse gave her a curious stare, as they have probably never seen a girl stare at a revolving door with such, intense desire. A part of her wanted to take advantage of the fact that her Father was gone for the majority of the evening. In fact, so long as she was in bed at eleven, when he would be arriving home, she could go and do basically anything that she wanted.
On the other hand: rapist, gang bangers, lunatics, rabid dogs, kidnappers, neo-nazis, religious fanatics, the homeless insane, bird flu, anthrax, who knows what else!
Dauphin and La Bella, her father's prized Great Pyrenees's, sat impatiently, waiting for Molly to take a step outside. Occasionally one would tug on their leather leashes, but all and all, would sit bored. "I can do this." Molly spoke, under her breath, "I just need to move my feet-" Timidly, Molly stepped forward, inching towards the door. "-and just step out there. I've been outside before. I can do this." It was true, she had been outside before, but always just to walk from a car to a building, and this was evident on her pale, pale skin. As she got into the revolving door, fear took her gut, and she continued to spin until she was back into The Ice Palace. Dauphin let out a loud, annoyed, moan. "What if Papa found out!? He would be so angry with me!" Molly looked back out side, stiffening her resolve. "No! I'm sixteen. Lots of sixteen year olds go outside. To the mall, or to school. I'll be fine!" Smoothing her orange-violet striped skirt, and tugging the hem of her brown sweater, she charged forward through the door once more. Again, though, she ended in The Ice Palace.
And so, for the next twenty minutes this went on, before finally, her feet made their way out into the brisk, New York, air. Dauphin and La Bela's tails wagged furiously, their excitement basically uncontainable. Truly, Molly should have been paying more attention, as the rambunctious pair were not interested in Molly's awestruck site seeing.
They were far more interested in the stray Tabby, that eyed them crossly.
In a split second the Dog's charged forward, tripping Molly Toulouse, who had the misfortune of wearing heels that day. Falling to the ground, scraping her knee, she watched in horror as her Father's blue ribbon prized dogs charged down the street of New York. "OH! No, no, no, no, no! Ces chiens stupides! Le papa va me tuer!" Molly wailed out, getting to her feet wobbly. "La Bella! Dauphin! Revenu!"
