Post by Andre Christophe Belmont on Apr 19, 2011 9:57:52 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/108a59u.jpg), bTable] |
| [atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/sowwf6.jpg);opacity: .8;filter:alpha(opacity=80)] ANDRE CHRISTOPHE BELMONT |
" Darling, what is going on?
Honestly that never happened,
Lying is your favorite passion. "
[/center][/size][/td][/tr]
[tr][td][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/sowwf6.jpg);opacity: .8;filter:alpha(opacity=80)]
THE BASICS
[/size]NAME: Andre Christophe Belmont
NICKNAME(S): 'Dre
AGE: nineteen
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bi-curious
NATIONALITY: French
SPECIES: human
OCCUPATION: Still living and mooching like a little bitch off his parents.
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/sowwf6.jpg);opacity: .8;filter:alpha(opacity=80)]
THE OUTSIDE
[/size]APPEARANCE: Andre used to have naturally jet black hair, but the moment he got his hands around a box of dye, he gladly made his hair the dark sandy blonde it is today, being the rebellious. Although the blonde hair coloring isn't really rebellious, his parents pretty much hate anything he does that isn't “Up to their standards”. Usually his dark roots show through the blonde, unless it is a day or two after he dyes it. He has harsh green eyes that almost always seem angry. Its rare to see a pure smile on his face anyways. He usually is dressed in casuals- just a normal tee-shirt and jeans. The 6 feet 4 inch giant often works out, so when his shirt is off, it shows off his six pack. He's one to brag. He also has tattoos randomly dotted around his body- from a cross on his chest to his name tattooed in Japanese right above the hem of his pants.
ABILITIES: has been kickboxing since age four and being a very good actor.
MUTATION: N/A
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/sowwf6.jpg);opacity: .8;filter:alpha(opacity=80)]
THE INSIDE
[/size]LIKES:
★ Sex
★ ciggies
★ drinking
★ sleep
★ women
DISLIKES:
★ Family
★ Nekos
★ France
★ Immaturity
★ feeling alone
STRENGTHS:
★ his size
★ his ability of being able to act
★ Intelligent
★ maturity
★ an almost innocent looking smile
WEAKNESSES:
★ easily angered
★ his past fazes him
★ when seeing someone hurt, not hurt by him, his “tough guy” self crumbles
★ will fight to the death- even over stupid things
★ smokes anything and everything
QUIRKS:
★ slips into french when angry/worried/upset. That or a heavy french accent.
★ When sitting still, he often bounces his knee, unable to stay still.
★ he touches his hair too much
PERSONALITY: Andre could be described as a pretty.. disturbed child. He usually is happy stirring up drama, being the bastard he is, and not afraid to speak his mind. He is not angered easily, and tries to annoy people to their breaking point so they are blind with rage before taking advantage of them. He is pretty heartless, and sexist when it comes to decisions. He isn't afraid to admit that, either. He doesn't care if he hurts anyone's feelings. That just makes it so much better, don't you think? He say it with pride. Say it like the full-of-himself person he is.
'Dre respects people that are like him. Rebels. Cruel people who have low self esteem so they make other people feel bad about themselves. But when he is being attacked and cornered, he breaks down. Like a young child who didn't get what they want. That, or he'd just use his size as an advantage and go at who-ever was making him feel that way. He'd even hit girls. He isn't close to that much of a gentleman. He was never taught proper manors or morals, so he just does what he does without question. He doesn't get sad or depressed that often, only when he is thinking back to his past.
HISTORY: Andre was born in Paris, France on August 14th, and had a normal toddler-hood until he hit age 4. He was able to speak, walk, and most of all, remember. His brother, Issac also was gifted with an extreme memory, and coming from a very influential family, they didn't want any odd ones in the family. So they simply treated the two as butlers. At age 5 and 6, they were both treated like slaves. Once Isaac hit 10, he was done. Finished. He helped his brother and him escape into the night onto the streets of Paris, France. They thought it would be simple for them- they were used to a pampered life, a sheltered life.
Hell were they wrong. Being 10 and 9 and living on the street wasn't very easy. They begged. They scrounged food out of the dumpster. Isaac decided to bring the two back to the family. When they knocked on the door, they were treated like any of the other beggars that came to the door. They were chased off by their own family. His brother, being the older one, decided to bring the two to an orphanage. Living on the street had been hell for them, and at least they had a chance of finding a family. When they were 12 and 10, they found just that. A couple of in-love Americans were looking for kids, and Andre and his brother seemed right. So they moved to America and learned English. The both of the kids ended up being rebels, but only their adoptive father, who isn't around much due to business, puts his foot down. So the two now do what they please, happily harassing Nekos and any other thing they can get their hands on.
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/sowwf6.jpg);opacity: .8; filter:alpha(opacity=80)]
THE PLAYER
[/size]NAME/ALIAS: Jazzy or Flea ^^
AGE: Fifteen
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RPING? many many years now~
HOW DID YOU FIND US? akio dragged me here. ^^
RP SAMPLE:His family was one of the worst families possibly living. His mother always insisted he dressed in the finest clothes, and today wasn't an exception. She had said that they had gotten something for his marriage, and that he needed to look good for it. His question was what the hell he was getting? Something that was able to make an impression based on what he was wearing? It popped into his head quickly, and he knew right when it did he was correct. He was getting a slave. Someone to do his bidding when he wanted, how he wanted it done. He scowled. Oh joy. He would have to have some little slave trailing after him, asking him for things to be done.
And when he asked his mother- she pouted and hissed "Aw, who told you?" He just shook his head and said, "Mother, I don't want or need it!" He had been stubborn, but he had gotten the mood from his mother- so she was just as bad. He was getting a slave, no matter what she said. And she made sure to stress the fact that they weren't around to be a play thing. His father then added that his wife was there for pleasure. He nearly shit his pants when he heard that, and quickly left for his room, ignoring the shouts of him having to wear something formal, something nice and clean. He was always forced to wear fine clothes, and today he really didn't care. He walked into the room and stripped himself of his clothes, heading into the bathroom to take a shower, fingers combing through his hair.
He took a long, hot shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water unknotting the tightness of his muscles, sighing lightly. He wasn't against the whole slavery thing, he was used to his friends and family having slaves. It was accepted, but he didn't get the point for him. He was fine, the most he'd use her for would be sex, and his father told him that sex was most likely not going to be a part of this relationship. "Never get close to a slave," he said, "It might be good then, but look at your mother. She doesn't trust him for a reason."
It was a known fact the Belmont boys where all whores. On the other hand, none of the people around him knew that his father had cheated on their mother with a slave. Insane, maybe. But he wouldn't follow the same path as he did. It didn't matter at the moment to him. He was just married- maybe not in the most happiest way- but he was still married. He liked sex, yes. He had a few experiences in his life, and he wouldn't lie. He enjoyed it. But at the moment he was married, and not allowed to sex it up with anyone besides his wife, who he'd hopefully have a son with to carry on the Belmont wealth.
And he wouldn't lie. Ever since his sister died, he wasn't looking forward to it. He just wanted to leave. Change his name, his appearance, and just live away from it all. Even though he hated the wildness, he didn't want to deal with passing his sister's room, the same as she left it the morning they went out. He let a sigh out of his lips, and slipped on a light blue plaid shirt as well as black jeans. He knew his parents would give him crap about his appearance, but oh well.
They'd also give him crap about the cancer stick now hanging out of his mouth, but he was home. He deserved some time to unwind and just relax. And this was a good way to relieve stress, right? Smoking all the pain away? Lucky for him, he was able to duck out onto a small balcony outside his window, sitting there so his room smelt normal- and not like a giant ash tray. He really didn't feel like dealing with anything at the moment. 'Dre rubbed his temples, before putting the cigarette out, and ducking back into his room, finally getting into something more formal, black dress pants and a blue dress shirt with a tie that matched. Oh well. His parents would be happy, right?
With a small sigh, he walked down the stairs, glancing around before moving to sit in the living room. His parents were probably pampering the slave, and she was probably enjoying it. But she had better get used to him being a dick. He wouldn't be as sweet as his parents could be- and if his definition of "sweet" was his parents, Andre had to be the definition of the devil. [/td][/tr]
[tr][td][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/sowwf6.jpg);opacity: .8; filter:alpha(opacity=80)][/td][/tr][/table]
