Post by dee. on Jun 30, 2010 23:43:57 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… GABRIELdeBONTECOU !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Gabriel de Bontecou
Nicknames: Gabe, Gabeycakes~
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Male
Where you stand?: Staff; Instructor of Social Etiquette.
Play by: Boyd Holbrook
Nicknames: Gabe, Gabeycakes~
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Male
Where you stand?: Staff; Instructor of Social Etiquette.
Play by: Boyd Holbrook
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams: To shape up society, at least on the outside.
Fears: Outside, Gabe is fearless. Inside, however, he fears himself. He is frightened of old age, and death. And of deteriorating into some decrepit old man with only stories of war and how things once were to keep him company. He fears that he will be alone until the day he dies, and that his memory will be lost to time.
Ah, yes, he who thinks himself Godly can’t be all that terrible on the eyes. With golden hair, cyan eyes and sun-touched skin; the man so lovely, he was made twice. Though that second was his feminine double, he isn’t complaining. His features are angular, almost chiseled, and generally kept in some sort of smile. Gabriel is a groomed young man, thinking his appearance top priority. First impressions are everything, you see.
In shape from various fencing and combat classes & otherwise well-kept, this suited & white-gloved young narcissist both blends into crowds, and sticks out like a beacon. Whichever he prefers, at the time, of course.
During the night, he takes on the shadowy appearance of most moonstalkers. He cloaks himself in black & hoods his blonde locks, hiding himself from onlookers. Only in trusted company will he allow his full features to be seen.
Personality:
Preferring to revel in the lust and mystery of the nighttime scene, Gabriel would much rather cause his fair share of trouble than to sit around in crisp shirts and ties all day, listening to history he’s doomed to repeat. Though, he tends to mask these feelings during sunup, hiding behind his painted smile with ease. Any questions about his activities outside school are answered with an innocent look and nothing more.
He does, however, hold his position with pride and wishes nothing more than to pass on his skill to his students. Gabe is nothing but a gentleman, at all times. He keeps to this whether the sun is up, or not, and would curse the day he found himself otherwise. This being as it is, his nighttime activities remain on a need to know basis, and – though there are rumors – very few people know who he really is behind the white gloves and grin.
Remember that saying about being nice to nerds, because they’ll be your boss one day? Gabe was expected to be the boss of that boss’s boss. Tossed from prestigious homes of education to the next, he had a taste of all types of education. All priced in the millions, of course. But little Gabe had a brain to catch a scholarship easy as pie, even if Mommy and Daddy didn’t need one to fund school in the first place. First born and boasting the equivalent of a Four Point O. all his life, he learned at a young age that a brain was to be taught and used to the point of greatness. He had no dreams of such a thing; they were simply a step in life. And he’s kept that same outlook throughout all his partying. No booze or drugs would stop him from becoming great. So he did and is, in his eyes. The man’s a narcissist. Echo is a step behind at all times, but he just isn’t catching enough attention to be blasted into a flower. It’s unfortunate, what images can do.
[linguist] – Shared between twins, Gabe posses an inert ability to soak up any sort of language he has come in contact during his life. Having lived in France for most of his childhood and teen life, he has picked up English as a second language to his first, being French. During his schooling, he studied not only English, as required, but Spanish, Greek, Italian, Chinese, Korean and Japanese. Knowing these to the point of fluidity, other tongues, as well as the more alien sort, have been sucked into his memory along with them, thus earning him a vague idea of commonly spoken languages as well as a taste of the not so well known.
[smooth-talker] – With the accent of the ‘Language of Love’ behind his lips and the cocky smirk of any lady-killer, Gabe takes great pride in his ability to talk his way in and out of nearly anything. If he wants to know, and you know it, best lock it up and throw away the key~
Likes:
- Chai Tea, none of that Earl Gray stuff.
- Cleanliness
- The smell of cut grass
- Fresh linen
- Strong liquor, though he’s not one to show it.
- Warm beaches
- Proper etiquette, duuh.
- Dinner parties & balls
Dislikes:
- Winter, or cold in general.
- Smelly / dirty things
- Fire
- Rain
- Dogs
- Obnoxious people
- Dust
Dreams: To shape up society, at least on the outside.
Fears: Outside, Gabe is fearless. Inside, however, he fears himself. He is frightened of old age, and death. And of deteriorating into some decrepit old man with only stories of war and how things once were to keep him company. He fears that he will be alone until the day he dies, and that his memory will be lost to time.
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
Family: ( Blood ) Father- Horrace Varges
Father – Atoinne de Bontecou
Mother – Andrea ( L’Oufe ) de Bontecou
Twin Sister – Adrienne de Bontecou
Anything you'd like to add? OHOHOHOO. Social skills by day, opium by night!? What sort of madness is this!? ( I have too much fun. )
It all happened with a couple of crazy young kids..
Well, not really. More of two people bumping into each other on the street, but I like to spice things up a little. Those two people happened to be Andrea L’Oufe and Horrace Shaushtenvarg. Miss L’Oufe was a lovely Frenchwoman working in downtown Paris in a little, specialty Hat Boutique. She loved hats, you see. But bowler hats were no longer in style, to her discontent. Older men wore the bowler hats and tail-suits like a proper man should, but they were few and far between all of the stark, dull colored top hats bobbing through town..
Until, that is, she set her eyes upon a rather dapper man hidden behind the morning’s paper on the way to work one foggy March morning. Looking handsome in a pinstripe suit, chewing lazily on tobacco and peering out from beneath the brim of a sharp looking bowler hat was Horrace Shaushtenvarg, thief and bum extraordinaire. Poor little Andrea had no idea this man was a murderer, or that he was a hitch-hiker from Germany running from what he was. She only saw his grand hat, and his godly face. His electric blue eyes and dirty-brown hair. She never realized Shaustenvarg wasn’t himself at all, but Hein Varges, the very serial killer in that morning paper he was sweating over the day they met.
So they fell in love, madly in love. And lived happily ever-after.
Getting spicy yet?
Varges had a one night stand with little Miss L’Oufe, in all her pretty, petite frenchness, and left the day after with everything but the bowler hat she had commented so much on the morning before on the bus to work. Which she missed, of course, and was fired from the Hat Boutique in downtown France without a moment to think of what she had just gotten herself into. Good the local pub was hiring.
Six months of schlepping at ‘Madam Legros’’ on East Charlemange, Andrea was blessed with not one bouncing, bundle of joy, but two. Fraternal twins, little copies of Shausht—Varges’ beautiful face.
Before she knew it, she was swept off her feet by the twenty years older Atoinne de Bontecou, a devout Catholic living the sweet life in downtown Paris. You see, he had just bought out her old workplace, the Hat Boutique, and planned on building an art gallery where it once was. Nothing was to be torn down or displaced, only refinished and clad in pieces of his artistic wonderland.
Baby Gabriel and Adrienné were only months old when they were carried off to Marseille with their new Papa and dearest Maman. Monsieur Bontecou showered them with gifts and toys. New clothes and the sweetest of maids to give Mommy and Daddy time together. Much to his dismay, the now married Bontecou’s were never to have any children other than the charming twins of her mistake. It was a month and a half after the knot was tied and they were on vacation in Italy did the headshot of Varges and his little snippet in the paper signing his death show up in the side bulletin.
Andrea prayed for him, none the less.
Growing taller and more defined by the day, the Bontecou twins became the inspiration for their parents. How inseparable they were. How they seemed to speak so well to each other, though they never spoke a word. How, hand in hand, they would stroll the parks, beaches and museums. How they became the talk of the town. A pair of figurines wrapped up like Hellenistic art in the finest draperies and set out to become fame itself. They were the dramatic contradiction to the classics; they loved every minute of it.
They breezed through school, nothing more or less than that. Gabriel was the DaVinci and Adrienné the Michelangelo. They despised each other’s talent, but loved each other all the same. The Bontecou double were a sure-fire choice for their wildest dreams.
Gabriel became the talker of the two, Adrienné the thinker. Left-handed devil things they were, they fit into the underground just as well as they all but floated through the streets above.
Gabriel, with his foot in the door of drug dealing during the moonlight and nothing but a rich businessman in the sun, became a secretive, talk-of-the-town sort of man. No one knew where his fortune came from; they assumed he was in with his father’s business. With nothing better to do during the day, he took on a career of teaching etiquette to the students of Florence’s Academy for the Young after being asked on several occasions at an assortment of dinner parties. He finally accepted, and has been staying - for the most part- on grounds ever since.
Are you ready for your close-up, starshine?
Can’t talk your way out of this one, cupcake.
Family: ( Blood ) Father- Horrace Varges
Father – Atoinne de Bontecou
Mother – Andrea ( L’Oufe ) de Bontecou
Twin Sister – Adrienne de Bontecou
Anything you'd like to add? OHOHOHOO. Social skills by day, opium by night!? What sort of madness is this!? ( I have too much fun. )
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: Dee~
Parent of which characters: Gabriel de Bontecou, for now.
Parent of which characters: Gabriel de Bontecou, for now.
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
