Post by désiré fay on May 18, 2009 14:47:09 GMT -5
FAY, désiré tristan.
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NAME;; Désiré Tristan Fay[/center][/font]
NICKNAMES;; Dez, Fay, Mocha (by his mom)
AGE;; Eighteen
GROUP;; Jocks
OCCUPATION;; -----
SEXUAL ORIENTATION;; Pan-sexual
RELIGION;; None
APPEARANCE;; Tall, dark, and handsome? Sure, if he’s the type to strike your fancy and you don’t mind of the dark is toned down just a tad bit on his flesh. Désiré has the build of an athlete and is nowhere near being overweight or chunky. Oh, he’s far from that and actually has a good bit of muscle on him from the many years of staying involved sports and being active. He stands firmly at six feet and three inches so he’s constantly looking over people’s heads. And from all those days of being outside he has more of a tanned tone to his skin but not intensely so. Though during those warm, summer days he does tend to get a little darker and tan rather than have his skin burn to a crisp. He is also one of those lucky people who doesn’t seem to break out in pimples. Actually, this wouldn’t be completely true since he only started to take the best care of his skin that he could to keep things like that from ever happening again. He’s got some pretty long limbs on him; arms, legs, and fingers mostly, managing to really get that tall, thin look.
Désiré has quite a serious face. Most of the time his lips seemed to be curved in a constant pout which isn’t hard to pull off with his thick bottom lip. His dark brown eyebrows even have a habit of seeming to be always down turned. Dark, hazel eyes are also always watching with a very serious and observant stare. He has careful features on him that may come off as strong; such as his jaw which has very sharp curves on it as well as his chin and nose.
Atop his head, Désiré has a soft bunch of hair. It is also quite tame and can be molded into practically any shape that he wants it. Of course, if he doesn’t bother with it someone might think that it was a wild animal taking any shape it wanted. You can run your fingers through it and for the most part never hit a knot and if you do a little pull will do the trick to comb through. In color it is a sooty brown color that is more than often mistaken as being black.
As for style, you can often find thing particular teenager in something that’s leaning more toward the athletic side. He likes to wear shorts or anything loose around his legs. As for shirts, he’s quite fond of tank tops but will often throw a plaid button up shirt on over it just because he is a bit self-conscious about walking around with his arms hanging out.
PLAYED BY;; Guillaume Varki
PERSONALITY;; Upon first meeting Désiré, one would probably think he was a bit of your typical jock for the most part. He seems to carry a ‘better than you are’ sort of vibe around with him by giving people nothing more than side glances and something close to a glare when they call out to him. In other words, he has a bad habit of always looking semi-pissed off with the world and everyone who’s in it. For the most part he acts very aloof unless you are someone who is important and even then you can spy his eyes moving away in a look that seems to be boredom. This is because he finds it quite difficult to relate to other people and usually has to take a moment to think about it or merely act like he’s just sort of floating off with your blabber.
Dez has no interest in being a leader or a follower. He does not like being the one to control people and make them do things just as he finds it uncomfortable and odd to follow the orders of another. For the most part, he can fall much more easily into the follower position since he is quite tolerable of people despite his distant attitude toward many of them. When he meets a new person he can seem either seems awfully shy or ridiculously lost in his own mind. Being around people he doesn’t know well always manages to make him feel rigid and uncertain so he often tries to play it cool by doing something along the lines of ignoring you. Though, once someone does manage to crack past that coy shell of his, Désiré can suddenly seem very social and friendly. But getting to know him does take some effort since he’s always unsure about the people that he meets.
For the most part Désiré has become a generally negative person. Considering he has so far been unable to find any positive feedback of the abilities that he is most happy with, he often finds the flaws in everything and doesn’t really look for any kind of silver lining. He also has developed the inability to give support or warmth out when it is truly necessary since he has a little bit of a problem with tuning in completely to people. So getting into any kind of intimate relationship with him would be a bumpy road and he probably wouldn’t understand why at first. Of course, being so distant with his feelings these days may also chip in with him not understanding other people’s very well.
Désiré often has a habit as coming off as restless and temperamental. He is quite a clever young man and can have some very unusual thought patterns. Overall, one may view him as independent and maybe just a little bit strange because of his general behavior around people and how much it can fluctuate depending on how well you know him.
LIKES;; being left alone when he asks, swimming, being outside, gardens filled with flowers, listening to live music, singing a little tune to himself here and there, people keeping out of his business, his step-dad, going for walks, cloudy days, people playing with his hair.
DISLIKES;; airplanes, feeling out of place, people commenting on his accent, loudmouths, pushy people, bullies, his older half-brother, coffee, super hot days, getting his picture taken.
BRIEF HISTORY;; Vence, France was the location where Désiré Tristan Fay was brought into the world. He was born to a family that really was not a family. His mother and father were not married and did not intend on staying together just because they now shared a child. His mother was an artist originally from the United States of America while his father was a bartender in a near town. The two had met several years before their son was born. The pair met at the bar that Julian (Désiré’s father) Fay worked in. As soon as he had laid eyes on Jennifer Hale she had received nothing but compliments and attempts to charm. And thus began the pairs romance and a few years later came Désiré. Sadly, by then, the romantic flare between the two just seemed to be dying out. Désiré often blames the fact that he came into the picture but both parents have insisted that he was not the cause. Really, he was. His mother wanted to move back to America and his father would not have his son going to America. So Jennifer left when Désiré had turned two and half leaving him alone with his father and half brother that was from his father’s first marriage.
Between Dez and his half brother Victor, there was a large gap in age difference. When Désiré was born Victor was already going on ten years old. So any kind of relationship between them was tough. Usually Victor spent his time horrifying Dez or ‘wrestling’ him, as he called it. Compared to Victor Dez was the ‘pansy, sissy’ boy who was more interested in pretty things than watching two guys try and tear each other apart. Victor was also quite the favorite in comparison to Dez. Both peers and even his father would back Victor in anything he did while Désiré was just sort of there in the background. But as soon as Victor was old enough to live on his own, all of the attention that his father used to have on Victor turned to Désiré.
At the age of nine, Désiré’s life suddenly became sports. All he watched was sports, the only thing that people talked to him about was sports, and the only things that he really seemed to do was involved with sports. It wasn’t because Désiré had suddenly decided that he wanted to be a champion of an athlete either; it was because his father wanted him to be. He wasn’t allowed to be a sissy anymore and crying or whining was quickly fixed with strict discipline. As he began to grow into a teenager all the rules just seemed to grow more intense. He was in sports, just like his father told him. He lived and breathed them just to make the man proud. For a while, this suited him fine too. Until he thought that Désiré wasn’t doing good enough. He needed to be perfect. The main things that Désiré was involved in was running. If he didn’t hit the right time, then there would be yelling on his father’s part asking him why he couldn’t get a little quicker or why he couldn’t have saved that sprint for the end. And if Désiré dared to make a comment then he would immediately be compared to his half brother and, boy, did he really hate that.
Every so often Désiré would get some notice from his mother. He never saw her but he did speak with her over the phone or through letters and e-mails. Unlike his father, Désiré became fluent in English so that he could indeed contact his family who were in another country. Talking to his mother was always something of an escape since she was very different than his father was. Being an artist, she always encouraged Désiré to try and find some artistic talents in himself. She encouraged him to paint (as she did) but Désiré really just didn’t have the time to stop and paint a picture or learn how to with his father’s iron grip on him. However, when Désiré was stretching at the park he ran into quite the talented young person. His name was Remy and that was all Dez ever heard of his name. He was… not the most attractive of people and seemed to be an outcast, set aside to himself. What drew Dez in his direction happened to be wisdom. He was about thirty years Désiré’s senior so it wasn’t strange for him to be hesitant to talk to him. But, eventually, the two because friends and Remy insisted to introduce Désiré to music. Remy played the piano and was keen on showing it to Dez but he seemed to get caught up with a different interest in him. And it all started with him exclaiming something along the lines of, ‘Désiré, your voice!’ And thus started his timid singing sessions.
Over time the two had gotten a strong bond and met each other in secret since Désiré knew his father would have a fit if he found out that his son liked to do something like singing. And over this amount of time, Désiré suddenly found himself feeling very uncomfortable with himself. This was because he found that he had developed some strong feelings for Remy. Stronger than friendship or father bonds. And he couldn’t say that he was physically attracted to him but the more he got to know him the more he did find him to be… handsome. Well, to put it simply, Désiré had quick literally fallen in love with who Remy was. That was when Désiré began to realize that he wasn’t as interested in looks as he assumed he had been. He didn’t even care about genders, really. Sure he knew before that he was never really cared about looks (he found people attractive but there was never anything like love at first sight with him). In any case… this was something that Désiré knew he could never tell his father. So he didn’t but when he told Remy about it Remy felt that the right thing to do was tell Désiré’s father and at least meet him to sort the situation. From there on out, things between Désiré and his father seemed to become chaotic.
There was yelling and yelling and more yelling along with keeping him far too busy to ever get out and see Remy. And then his mother had to come into the picture and sweep him away to America altogether in the middle of his school year. When he did arrive, his mother explained that she didn’t like the way that his father had been treating him and had decided that she had ‘so much more to offer’ Désiré. For a year he was home schooled by his mother’s husband. When his senior year came by his mother decided that he needed to interact again. To be honest, Désiré isn’t looking forward to it.
FAMILY;; Julian Fay, 57, Father
Jennifer Hale-Monroe, 40, Mother
Jeffery Monroe, 44, Step-Father
Victor Fay, 28, Half-Brother
Stephanie Monroe, 17, Half-Sister
Emma Monroe, 16, Half-Sister
Camila Monroe, 11, Half-Sister
YOUR NAME/ALIAS;; Hay
YOUR AGE;; Eighteen
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE;; Five or so years
RP SAMPLE;;
my feet are off the ground
i don't know where i stand. do you have to hold my hand?
you mystify me. you mystify me. you mystify me.
There hadn’t been a single worry in his mind at all. Not one thing was bothering him. Especially not that dumb bet that he had made with Catarina Luxis. Hah, Cale doubted that the six-foot Barbie was even going to show up at his house in the first place! And even if she did then he would just stay cool as ever and let her wallow in a corner wondering why she had ever taken up the offer. Part of him was sure that once she came in she would go crazy and want to leave anyways. That would mean that he would be the winner of their little game of chance. Maybe she should come in that case! Cale would wipe the floor with her and then she would see that she wasn’t as hot as she thought she was. She would be the loser and he would be the winner. That sounded good and suddenly Cale found himself waiting on her to come. It was all just to prove her wrong. Just to show that she couldn’t adapt to his sort of life and she was just full of herself and thought that she was unstoppable. Well, he’d see just how ‘amazing’ she could be.[/quote][/ul]
As usual, Cale kept himself in his room that really only fit his bed with a foot or so of floor space around him, and kept to himself. He could hear his mom singing something that he guessed was the lullaby ‘Angels Watching Over Me’ considering every few minutes she would forget a word and skip back to the ‘all night, all day, angels watching over me, my Lord.’ It wasn’t even like it was a long complicated song and that was what drove Cale kind of insane. She could never sing anything right since she’d always forget what the words were or where she left off. It wasn’t like she sang bad or anything… Cale just got sick of hearing her mumble the same lines over and over again. It was rather… well, it was obviously redundant. But it wasn’t like he was going to correct her or yell about it or even try and block out the noise. In this place, you could hear just about everything everywhere and got used to it. So privacy wasn’t really an option here unless you were lucky enough to be home alone. And home alone meant that you were stuck with grandma who was busy vegetating in the living room all night and day.
So, considering the size again, it wasn’t hard to hear Catarina’s impatient voice on the other side of his wall. Yeah, his room was right at the front and to the left of the door when you were facing the home. The only thing keeping the door from being attached to his room was the tiny hall space between it and the other bedroom. So while she stood outside snarling at him to come and open the door, Cale just peeked out through the blinds over his bed. For a moment, he just sat up on his knees smirking with amusement. But his spying was cut short when he heard his mother call out from the room across from his (the kitchen). “Cale, grandma’s calling you!” At that, he gave a half grin. Apparently Cale’s grandma and Cat sounded alike then? Cale even heard his grandma bark back saying that she didn’t want ‘that hellion's’ help with anything. Eh, Cale could have cared less about that old hag anyways. Things would be better off when she was six feet under.
Cale finally pushed himself up off of his bed and artfully slunk between the wall and bed until he managed to push open his door and sling over into the hall. He closed the door and gave his grandma a glare as he passed by her to get over to the little hall leading to the door. Oh that was always wonderful, by the way. The first thing that anyone saw when they walked in was the ‘living room.’ So that meant an eyeful of furniture skillfully covered in sheets to hide the holes, a television, and his grandma sitting in the reclining chair with all of her pills in a tray next to her. How lovely! Cat was sure to get an amazing impression on the inside of this place…
It wasn’t long before Cale was at the door and slowly creaking it open to peek out at her. He raised a brow at her as though he were absolutely astonished to find her at his doorstep. Then he started opening up the door a little more so that he could lean in the frame a bit. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a wicked grin. His fingers tugged lightly at the mostly black fabric of his shirt and he simply stood a second, trying to get something out of her. More frustration perhaps? In any case, he could stand there forever if he wanted to, but he really didn’t want to. So he stepped back and pressed himself lightly against the wall while keep his hand on the door. Then he nodded in toward the home giving her permission to walk in whenever. Of course, sooner would be much better than later because he didn’t plan on waiting all day for her.
“Well if it isn’t Catarina Luxis,” he said smugly. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
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