Post by Pierre Cyrille De Lamarliere on Oct 6, 2012 23:23:08 GMT -4
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Meet Pierre, he’s an instant charm with the ladies. Yes, his English is fluent, he’s been taking it as a second language since he was five. Why? Cause France is next to England and Pierre is not one to stay in one place for long. Fluent English does not mean he loses his accent, it has smother down over time though.
He's a whole mess of things from being a charmer to a realist. He flirts and acts like the suave gentleman his mother taught him to be. Honestly, for the most part he's probably trying to get into your pants. He has an ego that's been preen far too much for anyone's liking, but hey, at least the insults he gets just bounce off him. He's the realist of love. In some ways he doesn't think it exist. He has felt the deep-caring that goes with it to his friends and family, but the butterflies in his stomach and all the fun stuff? Never happened. Sex is fun, but he hasn't ever refereed to it as "Making Love". To him it just the human need to self-multiple and scientifically your brain is just helping boost that along.
Most people think of him as a gentleman and secretive. He's nice and talks, but for the most part ever he allows the conversation to be directed away from him. It takes a while, but if you wear him down enough you get the crazy side of him. He's gentle and adoring to his friends, trying to make them happy in every way possible. He'll literally build a mini-beach for a beach party if it was needed to cheer his friend up and it was raining. Pierre's twenty and a junior in college, and yet acts like he's a child with his friends at time. It's mostly because they help him let loose as he never has to worry in front of them. He'll go to the extremes, but it isn't very tough for him to do so. He has money, and has been spoiled from it. Pierre has been born having most things practically handed to him, but that's a story for another time.
SYNONYMS: egotistical, well-educated, polite, realist, lackadaisical, Gaspard Ulliel, Visitor
ANTONYMS: idealist, modest, hard-working
the abridged history of Pierre Cyrille De Lamarliere
He was born on the outskirts of Paris on a leap year. He takes personal joy on telling people he's five, because he finds it hilarious. His mother was a fashion designer, his dad a CEO, and he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and life on a golden platter. Dig any deeper about his parents' occupation, and you'll never get an answer.
It seems that manners were drilled into him by his mother while education from his father. He was raised on the basis that chivalry was not dead and that to be anywhere in the world you needed knowledge. They loved him, they really did. They spent as much time one could when they were wealthy and had jobs that required their presence erratically. He took a lot of things from the arts to sports.
They wanted to make him as well-rounded as they could, but he really only did most things half-heartedly.
Pierre was more interested in traveling the word. His father and mother fueled the interest by giving him post cards of places they been too and since then, he never could be rooted to one place. It's quite complicated from how he went from France to America, just that he wanted to see the left hemisphere for a change. So they made a deal that he could, if he continued with his studies. Pierre doesn't go to college in Aeolus, but in New York University. He's studying business and preparing to take over the role of CEO one day.
He does own a quaint little studio apartment above a bookshop in Aeolus though. Pierre's parents give him the funds to pay for it as he really doesn't want to work so he commutes and lives in the dorms when he has too.
Here's A Sample
Why did she have to pick California out of all the other forty-nine states found in U.S. of A. California. The girl stuck out like a sore thumb in here. She didn't belong blending in the background as she should be glammed up to attend a gala. Well, at least that's her mother's opinion at least. Pierre wouldn't care as long as she was happy. Maybe, if he was up to it he would have properly visited during one of his school breaks once he outweigh the cons of traveling in a plane for his dear friend. He was too nice. Pierre scrunched his noise slightly at the thought. He wasn't unreasonable, but really he wasn't a dog. He wouldn't just yield and adore you just for a pat on the head and a job well done.
Ari was a free spirit in his eyes. He got why she wanted to get as far as why as she could. She could blend in and do whatever she wanted without anyone knowing who she was exactly. The paparazzi was too occupied with Hollywood actors than a girl with a daddy in politics. He got her reasoning and he had a dead weight setting in the bottom of his stomach knowing that he would eventually have to bring her back into the harsh rays of limelight.
He smiled as she threw herself at him. He did miss her, she was probably one of his first friends. Pierre felt her suddenly press her lips quickly onto his. He brushed it off, god knows how used to it he was. She had a tendency to give him platonic kisses since they were young and he never minded. Of course he had worry that she would end up kissing the wrong guy one day. He returned the hug with equal affection and rolled his eyes at that comment, was he that predictable? Pierre didn't like the thought of being too predictable, it made life boring. He should really review over his habits once he got back to New York, or if he actually procrastinates long enough; France. "New York at this moment, but France will come soon enough. I get to be stuck in Armani suits all day, huzzah!"He deadpanned.
He played around the scenarios that could happen when he told her the reasons. A lot of things could happen with the revelation of the news and Ari was such a spontaneous person. She could simply take it all in stride (which was what he did more or less, except he did have a slight mental breakdown near the beginning. No one needs to now though) or she could throw an absolute fit. Then maybe she would result to just feet stamping or punching him. Pierre would not be happy about the chance of being pinched at all. It cause bruises and pain and even the bruises that were formed from pain caused pain.
"What do I need a reason to visit you?" He said, voice slightly teasing in its mocking tone as he wedge a small space between both of them. It would be easier to stare down at her and show her that as much as he wished he wasn't, he was completely and utterly serious. Pierre could easily pass off the serious face easily. He was an actor after all. The way his eyes harden to the firm set of his jaws were played down to a T'. Except, he was hoping to keep the air and tension light until he really had to tell her the reason he was here. Maybe when hey were ten feet away and a metal door was separating him and he was located in a bomb shelter. Yeah, that seemed like the perfect place to be in when he told her. He would be safe and could live a year or two on perishable foods before he just gave up and surrender to whatever torture.
The staring lasted a few seconds until a wide grin broke out. "It hurts me to think you want a reason on why I would want to visit you. It hurts to the very core you know. I mean, I haven't seen you for a few months and the next thing I hear is you running away here. Really couldn't you have at least picked a better place? I mean I would have even let you camped out in y dorm because it's a pain a pain to hop on a pain just to visit your friend," he ranted. He would persuade her to come else he would have to suck it up and allow the few bruises that may happen while he was dragging her on the trip back to the car and the possibly of getting arrested for suspicious behavior that looks like the worse failure of kidnapping known to man.
Pierre played around with the idea of just telling her now. It probably would be a good idea since she would probably be suspicious. He was the type to randomly drop in, but not when he had to take a plane. Just visiting wouldn't be a good enough excuse anyways. They could probably live without seeing each other for awhile there was various other ways of contacts after all. "Okay, I'll give you the better, but still bad news first. You see, your parents want you back. Yeah I know you've been gone for ages and just now they want to drag you back to France, Britain, Russia, or wherever they decided. You're first off lucky they decided to give me a try. I mean it was me or big burly men in suits who would just lift you up and stuff you in the limo without a word. I, uh, managed to get them to allow you to attend the school I'm in; if that lessen the blow, You see, at least you'll still be pretty far away and all since you guys are still across the ocean, but now they at least know where you are instead of the general location. We could also end up sharing rooms? Since I don't have a roommate," Pierre said, hoping those few and quite weak reasons would be enough to convince her to follow him back to Rome, New York. If that didn't work he would be forced to employ Plan B, and oh god did he hate Plan B.
Plan B: Wing it and pray that it fucking works is ready to be initiated any time.[/style]
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hey there! i'm infinity, but go by fin too, and i'm hundred and eight years old. i've been in this whole roleplaying business for around three to four years now, and my other characters include nobody as of yet. i just have to say psh, hi i love you and lulz he looks weird in the image.
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