Post by Alexandre Sebastian Girard on Jun 18, 2009 23:05:18 GMT -5
AlexandreSebastianGirard
[/size][/font]" Why don’t you grow up?
Dump your douche and get a man."
Dump your douche and get a man."
BUT IF THEY PUBLISH THIS PICTURE
[/color]you have the choice to sue them[/size][/center]
YOU START WITH YOURSELF
[/size]and you work backwards[/font][/center]
NAME: Alexandre Sebastian Girard
NICKNAMES: Alex, Xander, Bastian, Seb, Girard...
AGE: eighteen
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
SOCIAL STATUS: rich
MEMBER GROUP: tuition student
SCHOOL IS LIKE A LOLLIPOP
[/size]it sucks until it is gone[/font][/center]
GRADE: senior
GPA: 3.2
BEST SUBJECT: Government
WORST SUBJECT: Calculus
CAREER PLANS: well, he's kind of expected to follow in his father's footsteps.
SCHOLARSHIP: N/A
I WAS A PERSONALITY BEFORE
[/size]i became a person[/font][/center]
FEARS:
- women with facial hair
- tainting the family name
DREAMS:
- to make a sincere difference in the world
- to start a French version of Playboy
SECRETS:
THREE BEST TRAITS:
THREE WORST TRAITS:
IT'S STUPID AND IT'S STRANGE
[/size]it's a directionless story[/font][/center]
PARENTS:
Pierre Girard – 53 – member of the French National Assembly (it's like Congress)
Amelie Girard – 41 – home maker
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: Mr. Girard has chosen not to acknowledge those member of the Girard family of lesser standing. Amelie does not discuss her parentage, either.
NATIONALITY: French, of course!
HISTORY: Pierre and Amelie never dated the way that most people do. Their marriage was more or less arranged by their parents. Amelie's family wanted to give her a secure future, and they promised her to the son of one of her father's friends when she was still an infant. Amelie has always been the obedient sort and never thought to argue about it. She detests her husband and knows that he cheats on her, but she would never say so out loud.
The two laid together only enough times to produce one child. He was male and that was enough to carry on the family name. They each did what they could to make the child's life as comfortable as possible. The result was a terribly spoiled and rather cocky boy who spent his life surrounded by dysfunctional relationships and sexuality. Alexandre learned from example and has taken those traits into his own life. He's an extremely sexual creature and tends to believe that he should get anything he wants. The only thing he seems to be failing at is getting the girl his parents are encouraging him to be with.
GIVE HIM A MASK AND
[/size]he will tell you the truth[/font][/center]
NAME: Bobbie
EXPERIENCE: uhm... 2 years ish.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: emma, of course!
RP EXAMPLE: it can be from any site
True, a flower shop wasn't somewhere people tended to just hang out. Lexi had never been very good at doing what was expected, though. Today, she'd gotten out of the bed, gone to an entirely too long and too rigid (not that she'd ever complain about the rules) ballet practice, and finally been set free in time to get a cup of coffee around noon. That left her with most of the day open.
Having no plans, she returned to her apartment for a quick shower and a change of clothes. As per usual, she left the house in a dress and carefully selected accessories. It wasn't as if she never dressed down. She was just a fan of skirts and dresses. They had this wonderful way of swishing when you walked and twirling if you took the time to spin around.
The summer sun was one of Lexi's favorite things and the minute she made it back outside, she knew she'd be searching for one of the more colorful places in the city. Her favorite florist was a ten minute walk from her apartment, so she headed there. Upon entering, she set out in search of the perfect bloom. The day simply called for a flower and she couldn't chance leaving here with the wrong one!
She had just picked up a soft pink rose and was twirling around, flower in hand and skirt billowing from the motion, when the sound of a tinkling chime came from the door. Yes, it was New York, and she didn't know everyone, but being a principal dancer for one of New York's favorite ballet companies meant that she did know quite a lot of the residents, so she delicately replaced the flower in the cooler and flounced out to the front of the store to see who'd come in.
Having no plans, she returned to her apartment for a quick shower and a change of clothes. As per usual, she left the house in a dress and carefully selected accessories. It wasn't as if she never dressed down. She was just a fan of skirts and dresses. They had this wonderful way of swishing when you walked and twirling if you took the time to spin around.
The summer sun was one of Lexi's favorite things and the minute she made it back outside, she knew she'd be searching for one of the more colorful places in the city. Her favorite florist was a ten minute walk from her apartment, so she headed there. Upon entering, she set out in search of the perfect bloom. The day simply called for a flower and she couldn't chance leaving here with the wrong one!
She had just picked up a soft pink rose and was twirling around, flower in hand and skirt billowing from the motion, when the sound of a tinkling chime came from the door. Yes, it was New York, and she didn't know everyone, but being a principal dancer for one of New York's favorite ballet companies meant that she did know quite a lot of the residents, so she delicately replaced the flower in the cooler and flounced out to the front of the store to see who'd come in.
IF YOU READ THE RULES
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