Post by ALEXANDER FORTESCUE on Jun 14, 2010 20:33:01 GMT -5
...alexander jehan fortescue*
*It’s a Greek word meaning UTTER DESPAIR! *
[/size]*It’s a Greek word meaning UTTER DESPAIR! *
...basics*
name Alexander Jehan Fortescue
nickname He could care less what he’s called, so generally anything that’s screamed at him – Alexander, Alex, Alec, Xander, Mr. Fortescue, Hey You – will make him turn his head. He doesn’t particularly enjoy nicknames, but he doesn’t despise them.
age Seventeen
gender Male
grade Junior
hometown Paris, France
sexuality That’s not an object to him. He just likes to have fun.
personification Jehan Frollo
face claim Austin Butler
...appearance*
hair color Blonde, and of a fairly curly/wavy consistency
eye color Blue
build Fairly lean
height 5’8”
clothing style Alexander is fairly laid-back in his clothing style and generally chooses to wear whatever he can find that is stylish and fits. Therefore, his outfit may go from clashing patterns and colors to the vanilla “jeans-and-a-t-shirt”
distinctive traits Possibly odd clothing, haughty air of mischief, messy blonde hair, and a grin (usually impish in nature).
...personal*
personality In short, Alexander Fortescue is the king of mischief. Reckless, selfish, and impish, he does what he wants because he wants to and usually doesn’t listen to anyone’s advice but his own. He takes great pleasure in insulting others and generally causing as much mayhem as possible, as well as partaking in the pleasures of women and alcohol as often as his pocket will allow. Alex isn’t necessarily a bad person, but more of a hedonist – he just does what he wants for the sake of his own pleasure, and the needs of others are often disregarded.
Fairly spoiled as a boy, Alexander is very adjusted to getting his own way, and when he doesn’t, a tantrum is not out of the question. He can be very volatile and absolutely impulsive when he gets in a mood – and his moods can often change as dramatically and as often as a sensitive teenage girl. He is extremely melodramatic and often exaggerates things, either to make himself seem more miserable or more impressive (depending on whether the audience is his brother or anyone else). Prepared to do literally just about anything to get his way, he is prepared to break into crocodile tears at the drop of a pin and moments later be dry-eyed and cheerful. In all honesty, if the theater at all interested him beyond something for him to mock, he would probably make a good actor.
Alexander is vain and egocentric. Self-indulgent and riotous, he is more concerned with his own well-being than anyone or anything else. Any causes he supports are probably a fleeting fancy, as he is more concerned with adventure and new experiences than changing the world. It isn’t that he is unintelligent, per se, but he refuses to apply himself in school, and he is such a wild troublemaker and class clown that he doesn’t spend much time in class, anyway. However, it’s undeniable that Alex is absolutely devious, and though he may not think things through all the time, he is actually fairly crafty. How else would he get his way so much?
Fun-loving and pleasure-seeking, Alexander is always on the lookout for happiness and thrills, and is happiest when he’s intoxicated and having the grandest time he can. He has yet to really “mess himself up,” so to speak, but the day will undoubtedly come in which he goes over the edge and really gets himself hurt. He has close to no boundaries and is willing to go to any extreme if it satisfies him, often pretending afterwards that he does not feel the physical cost. This makes him seem shallow and superficial, as he is far more concerned with the material than with the immaterial. He often thinks himself bigger than he is and has often almost gotten into fights with much larger and stronger boys than himself, though he has yet to actually become involved in a physical conflict. He also is unhealthily obsessed with attention.
Alex is loud, raucous, and loves to laugh. He likes making jokes and always states his mind, even if his opinions aren’t necessarily appropriate. He is very stubborn when it comes to his lifestyle but is also very lazy, preferring to mooch money, food, and living arrangements off others, rather than going out and earning the money himself. The idea of working appalls him. He’d much rather do something exciting like join a band of thieves instead of getting a boring job. In fact, the idea of “boring” is something Alexander cannot comprehend, and it is why he is always on the move, always finding something to do. The boy just can’t stand still. In all honesty, as mature as he likes to say he is, Alex is still a child – silly, immature, and foolish.
past Alexander was born into a fairly well-known, well-off Paris family, and he lived with them when he was very small. He does not remember much of this time, as it was quite short – both of his parents died of a terrible disease, rumored by police to have been some sort of fast-acting food poisoning. Alex was left alone in the house, forgotten, until his older brother came for him, and the two were placed in foster care. Eventually, one of their foster families moved to the United States, and the young Alexander was forced to learn English. Having grown up immersed in French, he was not very pleased with this idea, but found he had no choice – this was more or less the beginning of his resolve to always get his way.
When his brother came of age, he acquired their parents’ fairly sizeable inheritance and became his younger brother’s legal guardian, moving the boy out of foster care. Spoiled endlessly by his loving brother, Alexander became quite the little pigheaded attention-seeker and gradually developed an even more wild and mischievous personality than he already had as he grew older. Despite his brother’s attempts to further his education through private studies in language and mathematics, Alex showed no interest in his education and immersed himself in hedonism more and more the older he got.
Though he hid it from his peers, who were slowly beginning to adopt his troublemaking class clown persona, and his brother, because God forbid he actually show interest in studies, Alexander loved to read from an early age. As a child, he stubbornly only read books in French (“Le Petit Prince” was his favorite), but as he gradually assimilated to American lifestyle, he took more of an interest in English literature. Language became his private forte. Though he would have argued that it was sheerly so he could yell foreign swear words at teachers, it was, in all honesty, the only school subject that could hold his interest in the slightest.
Thus, Alexander moved on to high school, already toting a hefty middle school reputation as a semi-delinquent, but he was having too much fun to complain. He was quick to attend parties, and though he was not the epitome of popular and social, he liked the vibes and the liquor and the women...and so did Alexander sink even deeper into a lifestyle that his strict brother strongly disapproved of.
present Now seventeen and living in New York City, Alexander lives comfortably with his brother in their apartment. He frequently mooches money off his elder sibling and sneaks out when said sibling is not paying attention to drink a plethora of alcoholic beverages and relish in the company of friends. He continues to get into trouble constantly in school, though his offenses insofar have never gotten him expelled – his brother would kill him, and though he likes to defy him, he really doesn’t want his legal guardian despising him. Though he still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, he continues to read and study languages in the comfort of his own house and otherwise pretends school couldn’t matter less to him. He has also taken a newfound interest in gambling, which has served to further deplete his money supplies.
His lifestyle has become more and more out of control as he wastes more and more money on things he does not need, like booze and women. He’s become more and more reckless and more and more eager to ignore the warnings of others that he is heading in the wrong direction, and is somehow just managing to get by in school despite his disregard for work in general. He still refuses to get a job and spends most of his time on “adventures,” finding new and interesting things to keep himself out of the clutches of boredom.
family
Julius Claude Fortescue – elder brother, legal guardian
Bernadina Aceline Fortescue – mother, deceased
Donatien Edmond Fortescue – father, deceased
likes
Alcohol
Gambling
Pleasure
Adventure
Getting his way
Being the center of attention
Women (men?)
Exaggerating
Mocking (things or people)
Anything chocolate
Reading (his guilty pleasure)
Yelling curse words in other languages during class (in fact, languages are the only part of school he likes)
Loud music
Easily manipulated people
...books (but don't tell anyone)
dislikes
Unpleasant things
Not getting his way (he hates this most of all)
Being ignored
School
Work
Losing
Stubborn people (he’s a hypocrite)
Skittles
Fruit snacks
Health food
Newspapers (the news is stupid)
other notes Alexander's greatest pet peeves are loud popping noises and Mini Coopers. He's not very fond of dogs, is a very moody drunk (but mostly just a happy one), and, speaking of which, is intoxicated about 30% of the time.
...literature*
book title The Hunchback of Notre Dame
backstory Jehan Frollo du Moulin is the younger brother of Archdeacon Claude Frollo. After their parents die from the plague, Claude, considerably older than his little brother, finds the infant Jehan alone in the house and takes him in, promising to raise him as best he can. For that reason, Jehan lives a fairly charmed life, receiving the best possible education and loved dearly by his brother.
However, this doesn't stop Jehan from becoming extremely mischievous. By the time he is attending the University in Paris (at the start of the story), he is an uncontrollable troublemaker and blows all of his money on alcohol and women. He frequently mooches money off his brother, promising he will reform himself, but then, returning to his usual ways, goes on to waste all the money on booze. At last, the Archdeacon grows tired of his little brother’s ways, as much as he loves him, so he refuses to give Jehan money, despite Jehan’s threats to become a brigand. True to his word, Jehan joins the thieves and is killed by Quasimodo (after foolishly challenging the Hunchback) in the siege by Paris’s criminal underground to rescue Esmeralda.
...roleplayer*
name Zelda.
age I want to make a Lord of the Rings joke about Ages here so badly.
gender Female.
rp experience Over five years now.
how you found ouac Neopets! :'D
rp sample Coffee shops seemed to be the perfect place for people who didn’t know what to do with their lives, so Berenice supposed it was exactly where she belonged. This was the same stool she occupied every ridiculously early morning that she dragged herself back into the realm of the living, right before she went looking for work again, tramping around the city waving around her medical degree and her guitar and hoping one or the other would land her a job somewhere, doing something that wasn’t completely repulsive to her.
Unfortunately, 98% of things were repulsive to her, so it was all a shot in the dark.
“Can I get you something, miss?”
“Hmmm?” The 28-year-old’s dark eyes strayed upwards from the page in the medical textbook spread out across the counter, so large that it occupied not only her space, but invaded that of the customers to her left and right. They cramped into their seats, keeping their coffee mugs off the counter to avoid them being jostled by the occasional shifting of the great hulking book as Berenice turned the pages or changed her odd position atop her own stool.
“Can I get you something?” repeated the young employee at the counter, his eyes far too bright and awake for so early in the morning – especially considering he looked like a college kid. No college kid SHE knew was up this early, especially not to do something like WORK.
And she was permitted to say so, as she had known quite a few college kids, having been through college and all.
“Ah, yeah, sweetie. I just want a black coffee,” she drawled in response, twining a wavy lock of deep brown hair come astray from her bun around her light olive-skinned finger. Her actions were almost languid this time of the morning, like a sleepy lioness; one could expect her to yawn and have her tongue loll out from between elegant fangs. She certainly was not dressed like a lion – what with the long, slightly shabby tan coat she wore and the patchy maroon scarf around her neck, she looked more like a homeless person than a med student at first glance. A dark gray beret was placed crookedly atop her head, and she wore a knee-length, short-sleeved dress of horizontal, black and white stripes beneath her coat, coupled with a pair of high-heeled, zip-up leather boots that reached nearly to her knees. She seemed like the perfect candidate to be ordering some bizarro 21st century coffee concoction, but, as the barista placed a steaming cup of joe in front of her, she seemed completely contented to drink it straight and black.
Thus was the odd sight of Berenice viewed in its completion – a petite 28-year-old in a homeless man’s jacket, perched atop a stool with an open medical textbook and a cup of black coffee in one long-fingered, olive-skinned hand.
