Post by Hélène Beauvilliers on Sept 17, 2008 22:50:23 GMT -5
“what is your name?
HÉLÈNE ANTOINETTE BEAUVILLIERS
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HÉLÈNE ANTOINETTE BEAUVILLIERS
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME -- VivianOTHER CHARACTERS -- Vivian Cantor
CONTACT INFO -- PM me
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Hélène Antoinette BeauvillersNICKNAMES -- None
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 19; Feburary 19, 1990
GENDER -- Female
YEAR -- 12
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Bisexual
NATIONALITY -- French
RELIGION -- Atheist
BIRTHPLACE -- Paris, France
HOMETOWN -- Paris, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- On campus
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR -- BrunetteEYES -- Blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 5’6”, 111lbs
BODY TYPE -- Slender
OVERALL HEALTH -- Suffers systemic lupus erythematosus, controlled by medicine
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- Flashy dresser
PLAY BY -- Zooey Deschanel
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- RPG’s, arcade games, psychology, large gatherings, languages, being left alone, watching TV, learning people’s secrets, sleeping, readingDISLIKES -- people, idiots, hypocrites, myspace, listening in class
WORST FEAR -- being manipulated, her loneliness, her own mortality
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Wants to establish emotional connections with people.
GREATEST AMBITION -- To become an actress
DEFINING QUALITY -- Her quiet nature, she’s one of those people who sits in the back and doesn’t pay attention to anything. Yet somehow she’s able to pass all of her classes easily with A’s. Even though she’s quiet, she still makes her presence known.
IDIOSYNCRASIES -- Rarely yells, shouts, or screams unless needed for a role, doesn’t have any friends, photographic memory.
PERSONALITY
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“what about your life?
[/sup][/center] FAMILY FATHER -- Gaspard Julien Beuvillers, 48, banker
SIBLINGS -- Lillian Bernadette Beuvillers, 24, sister, opera singer
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- None
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY
Gray.
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
The light was gray.
David sat up in the bed. Not aware that he had fallen asleep or had awaken. It was just like he was turned on. He shook his head and turned and put his booted feet on the ground. He had fallen asleep on the bed fully clothed apparently and on top of the covers, too.
The light coming in from the window was gray lighting the sullen motel room in a pale drape where few colors could show through. The room was lightly decorated; a bed, shoved against the wall with only a thin cover, a bookcase filled with some books, and a cheap rendition of some long dead artists work.
The moaning horde had past during his unconscious hours it seemed, something for which David was glad to know. The nailed shut door and covered windows were unbroken. Although they had not followed him or had any idea where he was, he had put up the boards and covered the windows just in case they had.
David stood, the blood rushed to his head, different shades of red, orange and yellow danced in front of his eyes like a malevolent spirit. David stood for a moment waiting for it to pass, which it did. David then stomped to the bathroom.
He turned the handle of the sink and, luckily, the water came guzzling out of the sinks nozzle. He pulled the tab behind the sink head and plugged the sink’s drain.
The sink filled up with water and David turned the water off. Cupping his hands David dipped them into the sink and leaned down and splashed water onto his face.
Once, twice, three times he did it. He grabbed a towel off a rack and toweled his face dry. He then looked at himself in the mirror.
His faced looked haggard and wrinkled. Dark lines stood out under his blue eyes and his black hair was messy enough that David dared not run a brush through it. He rubbed his chin, rough stubble stood out on his chin scratching his hand.
David glanced down at his clothing. A gray T-shirt and blue jeans with socks and sneakers, the shirt was wrinkled. Normal enough attire for a person. He glanced over at his leather jacket hanging on a coat rack.
David opened the cabinet near the mirror and found a cheap razor and some shaving cream. ‘Lucky me,’ David thought and he lathered shaving cream on his face.
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