Post by rose on Feb 28, 2010 10:08:20 GMT -5
... Philippe Petit Besixdouze *
* Dessine-moi un mouton!*
[/size]* Dessine-moi un mouton!*
...basics*
name Philippe Petit Besixdouze
nickname Prince, Starboy, Buster (the last usually spoken by one bemused policeman or another)
age 25
gender Male
grade N/A (homeschooled, O-level qualifications)
hometown Nemours, France
sexuality Heterosexual
personification The Star-Child / The Little Prince
...appearance*
hair color Golden
eye color Amber-yellow
build Slender – but stronger than he looks.
height 1.78m
clothing style Usually, he pays little attention to his clothes – most of which are pastel enough to count as women’s wear – and, on occasion, you might catch him leave the house in his boxers. However, he dresses top-to-toe in black, and sports a tophat when street-performing.
distinctive traits He has a mop of curly, almost-luminously golden-yellow hair. Oh, yes, and his (barely understandable) English has a neat little French accent to it.
...personal*
personality Quite possibly the most spontaneous, excitable little human being you could ever lay eyes upon. Philippe delights is exciting people and entertaining them – hence, his job as a busker in Central Park.
He gets restless easily and must shift things about when he’s bored; at the very least, he fidgets. It’s a known and accepted fact to those around him that Philippe can’t ever keep still for longer than ten minutes without moving. A thinker, he often poses questions that border on philosophical, like: “Why hasn’t any politician eaten cheese on television?” or “What use are capes on superheroes, really?”
A non-conformist, he refuses to mould himself into what society would deem acceptable, and often pushes the limit as far as it will take him. His inability to fit into the norm has often led him to become rather distant to people in general. He’s pretty socially inept – talking at the wrong moments, not listening to people enough, and forgetting which spoons to use when at fancy restaurants.
past Philippe spent his childhood in France. He was born in what would be considered a well-to-do family, with a strict upbringing. When he was old enough to fall in love with a young lady named Rose, his parents’ morals prevented him from continuing their relationship, and she left him and France not long after.
Getting his love unreciprocated was a smack in the face, and, reviewing his life, he saw it as it was: one decision after another by grownups bossing him about. Eventually, he came to the realization that that he would only find happiness if he could be himself.
Refusing to have his life dictated to him any longer, he found himself expelled from one public school after another, thanks to his non-conformist ideals. He eventually became homeschooled. Running away from home after his O-levels (which he did manage to score pretty well in), he settled in Paris, where he performed on the street for his income.
He spent a great deal of his time fiddling thumbs in a jail cell thanks to his habit to busking in illegal places. Thinking he could do more in the world, he moved his operations to open-minded America. Juggling and wirewalking in Central Park, he eventually met Kay Nielsen (Kay of ‘The Snow Queen’) there, and later, in apartment he’d planned to rent. Both being rose enthusiasts, the two decided to spilt the rent and become roomies.
present Living in what constitutes the penthouse of their brownstone, Philippe makes good use of the roof access to sneak up there at night and look at the stars. The roof is dominated by Kay’s rose garden, with just enough space for him to lie down, a perfect position to enjoy the smell of roses and the sight of the sky.
He keeps a single red rose of his own, which he lavishes attention on.
A tightrope walker, Philippe walks between two posts he set up in Central Park for the fun of it (and spare change). As a magician, he performs tricks in street corners, especially the one nearby his friend’s day job – Last Petal llc.
His roomie often helps bail him out of jail on the occasions he gets caught for performing restricted areas. Busking isn't an ideal job in the eyes of Kay, who often chides his occupation choices - but, hey, who's Kay to tell him what to do?
family
Edmond Besixdouze (Estranged Father)
likes
- Roses
- Heights
- Stargazing
- Sheep and foxes
- Asking random questions
- Pomegranates
- Tightrope-walking (funambulism)
- Juggling and magic tricks
- Entertaining people, basically.
dislikes
- Falling down
- Snakes
- Cynical, closed-minded people
- Corporate conformism
- Getting arrested
other notes Philippe Petit is the name of a real tightrope walker. If I had my way, I'd marry him. D:>
...literature*
book title Le Petit Prince / The Little Prince
backstory The Little Prince is a child who falls from the sky, appearing as a hallucination to a thirsty aviator in the Sahara desert. Originally from an asteroid labeled ‘B-612’ (‘Be-six-douze’) which he shared with a rose, the Prince decides to leave when his love for his rose isn’t reciprocated – with the intention to understand more about life and love.
On Earth, the Prince begins to relate his adventures with adults and their eccentricities to the aviator, teaching the latter to see the world once more as a child. Finally, deciding he still loves his rose, the Prince leaves his body behind on Earth, apparently dies, and returns to his home in space.
book title The Star-Child (Oscar Wilde)
backstory The Star-Child is found as a baby fallen from the sky in the form of a shooting star. Raised by woodcutters in a humble village, but yet incredibly proud of his beauty, the Star-Child becomes arrogant and self-centered. When a beggar arrives and claims to be his long-lost mother the Star-Child dismisses her – by doing so, turns into a monster reflective of his inner hideousness.
He travels for years to find her, and through a series of misadventures, is held prisoner by an evil magician. (Really, don’t ask.) Forsaking his freedom to help another beggar, he is turned back into a beauty by his beggar-mother nearby who reveals herself to be a queen. The Star-Child is coronated, and rules his new kingdom with kindness.
...roleplayer*
name Nicolette (Nico, Nick, Nicky, or Dora, whichever works for you.)
age Sixteen, going on seventeen.
gender Female
rp experience Four years on assorted forums… Oh, yes, and Neopets.
how you found ouac Neopets RP boards.
rp sample (A nasty, alternate-world account of what happened on August 7th 1974.)
The Frenchman didn’t know what the police were saying, nor did he quite care. They’d talk to each other, and, occasionally, to their counterparts floors below, but they never talked to him. They’d given up trying to grab him long ago; he’d simply dance out of their reach and further to the middle of his wire. So now, they simply waited, sat, and stared at him.
His was detached from their world, from their worldly thoughts. Even his feet moved with minds of a separate existence to him, one in front of the other, just as he’d practiced, lifting then finding footing on the thin band of wire high in the air where gravity could still exist. High above, a bird gusted past him, and his hair danced in the winds.
From a world away, Jean-Louise’s crackled into his ear:
Descendez ! Descendez ! Then, like an afterthought: Quelque chose allée mal!
Back to Earth, his head snapped back to the people on the roofs: policemen on either side, policemen with guns pointed to him. English or none, he knew what was going to happen, and gingerly, in the middle of his tightrope, he knelt down and saluted whichever gods believed in him. He was smiling.
The congruency of witness accounts ends there – some say he fell, others recall the sound of a gunshot. They do all say, however, that it was his body that hit the ground first. His top hat floated off into the wind for a good minute first, carrying his life away.
