Post by spine on Mar 9, 2012 22:36:00 GMT -5
FAIRCHILD DUQUESNE FERGHALL
STUDENT, 19, IMPULSIVE, VAIN, PROMISCUOUS, VIGGO JONASSON
Name: Fairchild Duquesne Ferghall
Nicknames: None
Group: Student
Date of Birth: July 15, 1992.
Birthplace: Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
Gender: Obviously male.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.
Relationships:
Wilhelmina and Levitz Ferghall, parents
Vesper Devonshire, ex-boyfriend and archenemy (wanted ad coming soon)
Hecuba, pet Burmese python
Appearance
"Fairchild's always had a sort of otherworldly, fey look about him. I've known him since elementary school, and even back then his appearance seemed to steal hearts even though a lot of people mistook him for a girl. He's just that pretty I guess. Not handsome, but pretty. Not really too masculine or anything, never had too much muscle or definition. Tall though. He's around 6'3".. I think. It's been awhile since I've seen him. I remember him as being really pasty but covered in freckles with dirty blonde, almost brown, hair. His best features? Um.. probably his eyes, lips, and jaw. Yeah.. I know he and I had a volatile relationship and I'll probably always loathe him, but there's no denying that he's hot. I hope angels look like him. Not that I'm going to Heaven anyway but.. yeah."
- Vesper Devonshire, an ex.
Fairchild was born with pale blonde hair and icy blue eyes, and thus his parents named him after his fair features. As he grew up, his parents were so in love with his gorgeous waves of flaxen hair that they could never cut it, and so, it has always been relatively long. His hair has never been shorter than shoulder length. Its color has changed over the years, and it even changes seasonally. In summer, it is usually a lighter golden brown, which tends to get darker as the weather grows cold. He doesn’t do much to keep his hair looking decent; the soft strands detangle easily and have a subtle natural curl that he never straightens. It frames his well-defined chin and jaw perfectly.
Many would say he has rather feminine features.. His lips are full and rose pink. Behind them sit pearly white teeth, once crooked but later corrected with braces. His warm smile can disarm almost anyone. His large eyes, which are the brilliant color of blue topaz, are surrounded by a thick fringe of dark lashes. A few freckles dot the apples of his cheeks. Most of his body is hairless.
He has his own unique sense of style, but always puts comfort first when it comes to clothing. Loose button up shirts, flannels, and vintage tops paired with cutoff shorts, leather pants, and ultra-skinny jeans fill his closet. He loves to accessorize with bold jewelry and studded belts. Usually he carries along a satchel of some sort. One could say he tends to look casually messy, maybe even tacky, most of the time, though it isn't uncommon for him to be seen in a well put together outfit composed of designer pieces. If an occasion requires it, he readily jumps at the opportunity to dress up, slick his hair back, and even dab on some foundation. Fairchild finds appearance very important, but not so much so that he dresses to please others but rather himself.
Personality[/b]
Judgmental - While people undoubtedly judge everyone they meet and everything they encounter in some way, Fairchild does so with very hasty generalizations. He has an idealized concept of right and wrong that he uses to quickly determine whether or not someone or something is worth his precious time. If he stumbles upon someone he finds even remotely attractive, he allows himself to freely greet the person based on his or her looks alone. He sets his opinion right away according to first impressions. All people worthy of his attention should measure up to a general standard. Brutally honest, he expects people to agree with, or at least accept, his opinions. Sometimes his original judgments are reconsidered, but this is uncommon. Anyone attractive that can speak with a colorful vocabulary will instantly win him over.
Fickle (in relationships..) - His loyalties, interests, and loves are rarely consistent. While his loyalty to true friends is unmatched, it's not unusual for him to abandon all of his responsibilities to do anything he pleases from time to time. He isn't committed to many people. His ideas and views change frequently, so most relationships with him are very volatile. Future lovers, be forewarned; he can't settle on just one person. There is a noticeable change in his loyalties should a new person or situation come along that has something positive to offer such as sex or money. If Fairchild spots a hot guy, even though he may already be in a monogamous relationship, he will readily greet this new piece of eye candy with sexual intentions.
Operatic - Many would call him theatrical and ridiculously dramatic, but he’s always been this way. He tends to exaggerate his motions and expressions to draw attention to himself in anyway possible. In many cases, it works to his benefit; however, in others, he ends up annoying people actually worth getting to know. Some might say he could “out-camp” Freddie Mercury. Nearly every thing he does is over the top and intended to wow some sort of audience, even if no one is watching at all.
Perfectionist - In his eyes, expectations are not set to me bet, but rather exceeded. Why should time be wasted with imperfections? Fairchild likes things to be done in his way, which he considers to be best even if it obviously isn't. For example, he will always assume leadership to ensure things get done properly in situations where a group must work together. It's common knowledge that people make mistakes, but he thinks they should learn quickly to keep themselves from faltering again. Things are nearly worthless if they haven't achieved perfection. In the pursuit of something flawless, there's nothing he won't do. After all, what are things if not perfect?
Tenacious (regarding everything else) - It's nearly impossible to sway him once he's set on something. Stubborn and persistent, he will do anything he pleases regardless of what others say. Determination drives him to persevere and persist through everything he faces. Once he wants something, it’s best to just let him have it or stand back and watch him relentlessly pursue it. He rarely backs away from any chance that may lead to something beneficial; he’s very opportunistic. His tenacity often leads him to behave rather recklessly and on impulse, which he uses to justify the consequences.
Spiteful - To anyone even considering crossing or wronging Fairchild in any way, consider how much you love life before you act. He never lets go of grudges even after a reconciliation. For him, instead of healing wounds, time only makes them deeper. Karma is something he doesn’t like to wait for, as he is extremely impatient, so he prefers to get things done on his own when it comes to avenging a wrongdoing. Revenge is something he’ll enthusiastically seek it until getting odd, not just even.
History and Final Thoughts
So, where’d you come from? Give us all of the details. Juicy, gory, or even not so interesting. Just don’t hold back!
“What? You want to know everything? Well, okay.. Whatever. I’ll try to brief. I was born in a little town called Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to my parents Wilhelmina and Levitz. I was and still am their only child, but our relationship has sort of crumbled. Anyway, yeah, I was the apple of their eye. To be honest, we were sort of the perfect family. I know everyone says that’s impossible, that every clan has its dirty little secrets, but from I saw growing up, things were absolutely fine. My mom was a trophy wife who kept our household in order, and my dad treated her like the priceless gem she is. My dad worked hard for us and was the breadwinner. Typical American family, if you ask me. Hell, our house even had a white picket fence around it. You know how you see families walking around on the street and you think they look like they stepped out of a magazine? Yeah, that was us. I guess I started getting kind of weird in my teen years, during that awkward phase of transitioning from childhood to manhood. I started sheltering myself at home in that sort of rebellious way that all kids do. Got mixed up with some not so great people, the main one being my ex. I won’t tell you his name, you don’t need to know it. He controlled a big part of my life, and I willingly let him because I was blinded by what I interpreted to be love. The guy ended up breaking my heart, leaving me whining and pining for him even when he moved on to someone new.. Heartbroken, I decided to leave Bethlehem for a bit to visit a family friend and see the world outside of my hometown. I didn’t know I wasn’t going to return. I guess you could say I literally left everything behind. Yeah, I still keep in contact with my close friends and my parents and relatives back home, but only in the form of the occasional letter. To be honest, I haven’t once experienced homesickness. Maybe it’s silly to think that my ex is really what brought me here, but I guess I can thank him. This town gave me something new to fall in love with.. And that’s exactly what happened.”
What's your personal maxim?
"Boys will be boys. And girls will be girls too. Basically, people are going to do whatever they want to do if they really want to do it."
What do you like most about yourself?
"That's a tough one. Probably my ability to please people. Not physically, of course.. but I'm good at that too. I like giving everyone a good laugh and leaving people wanting more of me. That‘s just how to be."
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
“Hopefully, selling myself to designers. If not that, then film editing. And if not that, leaving my mark on people in the form of fantastic tattoos. As long as I’m alive, which I should be if I play my cards right, I should be fine.”
Any dirty habits we might like to know about?
“Well, I smoke copious amounts of weed, but I don’t consider that a habit rather than just a part of life. I did have a bit of an issue with prescription medications at one point, but I’m working past that. Aside from that, nothing at all. Though I don’t really see why it should matter much anyway..”
Name a few of your weaknesses.
"I know I can't commit to anyone, and at times I can be really irrational and self-centered. I think everyone gets like that sometimes, but for me it seems to be kinda frequent."
What attracts people to you?
“Okay, first, I’m beautiful. And no, I’m not just saying that to be an ass. Let’s get real here. People are beautiful in their own ways and whatever, but everyone just needs to accept that some people are more physically attractive than others. And yes, definitions of attractive are relative, but around here, everyone seems to think I’m at least good-looking. Looks aside, people seem to be charmed by my wit and willingness to please.”
Any final thoughts?
"Trample the weak, hurdle the dead!"
Purity and innocence were becoming rare these days in Virtus. So many desperate felines had turned to selling themselves in the most sinful manner for coin. What went on in the cities now was a mystery, but when he’d last seen it, so many months ago, tyrants sat on thrones ruling in favor of only themselves and other nobilities. Crime lords, as Ira witnessed, offered a little hope for some, but always for a price. Living independently away from civilization was growing extremely difficult. Very little animals, even outside of town, had respect for smaller felines, as they weren’t formidable. Ira was certain he wouldn’t last forever living a nomadic life on his own. Whenever he settled down to nap for a few hours before getting up to move again, he often considered returning to the inlands. His family had always lived in captivity, and they had no idea what hardships fugitives endured every day. They were at least given meals and kept safe from harm as long as they remained compliant. It really was silly, Ira realized now, for them to dream such impossible dreams of permanently eliminating slavery. It was just another part of Virtus, a part that would have to be accepted for as long as the Black Hand remained in control, and their reign of terror was not likely to end anytime soon.
Perhaps he could return to his last master and reunite with his friend. What had happened to him? He promised to deliver messages through other slaves he would help in the future, but everyone Ira met had never heard of him. Ira begged him to come along, not to stay there alone, but he insisted that others would always need his assistance. Someday soon, he would go back to Tethras and check up on him. It would be incredibly risky, but Ira took chances everyday just by living in the outlands. Tethras, Tethras, Tethras.. But what if he had been caught? What if he had been punished? No, no, Tethras is too wise, such cats are dangerous. He has wit. Ira was rarely optimistic, but for the only friend he’d ever made, he had to be. Safe he is, safe..
He couldn’t think too much, not know, no. Trouble was brewing. The air was thick with the distinct odor of a wolf. Damn. Ira caught glimpses of a few wolves from afar every now and then, and luckily he went undetected by the large, furry canine beasts. Canines and felines had a definite hatred for one another, and thus he chose to avoid them at all costs. Wolves, Ira decided, were as dangerous as bounty hunters, maybe even more so. They could kill a cat in an instant, with little to no hesitation. Bounty hunters, on the other hand, just dragged the runaways back to town and claimed their reward.
He wouldn’t dare move from his position. As the reek of the wolf drew nearer, he knew a confrontation would be inevitable. As much as he wanted to avoid any opportunity for conflict, all little Ira could do was sit and wait for the canine’s arrival. His heart sped up its pace as the figure approached.
It was smiling, and Ira eyed its teeth nervously, teeth that could quite easily rip his spotted fur from his muscle and then his muscle from bone. Entirely white, he was stunning really. His bright emerald eyes sparkled with a glimmer of malice. Ira was a little less intimidated when he found the wolf was only slightly smaller. His comments were unnecessary, but they didn’t wound the cat’s ego too severely. The passive serval’s ears flattened against his head. “I want no trouble, sir,” he said softly, taking a step back. “I mean not to provoke you. Separate ways we could go, lest I upset the wolf.” His voice was honest and body language non-threatening. A confrontation would just draw attention to the areas, which could in turn result in the arrival of unwanted spectators.
from a large cat rpg, but fret not, cuz I can do humans even better.
Perhaps he could return to his last master and reunite with his friend. What had happened to him? He promised to deliver messages through other slaves he would help in the future, but everyone Ira met had never heard of him. Ira begged him to come along, not to stay there alone, but he insisted that others would always need his assistance. Someday soon, he would go back to Tethras and check up on him. It would be incredibly risky, but Ira took chances everyday just by living in the outlands. Tethras, Tethras, Tethras.. But what if he had been caught? What if he had been punished? No, no, Tethras is too wise, such cats are dangerous. He has wit. Ira was rarely optimistic, but for the only friend he’d ever made, he had to be. Safe he is, safe..
He couldn’t think too much, not know, no. Trouble was brewing. The air was thick with the distinct odor of a wolf. Damn. Ira caught glimpses of a few wolves from afar every now and then, and luckily he went undetected by the large, furry canine beasts. Canines and felines had a definite hatred for one another, and thus he chose to avoid them at all costs. Wolves, Ira decided, were as dangerous as bounty hunters, maybe even more so. They could kill a cat in an instant, with little to no hesitation. Bounty hunters, on the other hand, just dragged the runaways back to town and claimed their reward.
He wouldn’t dare move from his position. As the reek of the wolf drew nearer, he knew a confrontation would be inevitable. As much as he wanted to avoid any opportunity for conflict, all little Ira could do was sit and wait for the canine’s arrival. His heart sped up its pace as the figure approached.
It was smiling, and Ira eyed its teeth nervously, teeth that could quite easily rip his spotted fur from his muscle and then his muscle from bone. Entirely white, he was stunning really. His bright emerald eyes sparkled with a glimmer of malice. Ira was a little less intimidated when he found the wolf was only slightly smaller. His comments were unnecessary, but they didn’t wound the cat’s ego too severely. The passive serval’s ears flattened against his head. “I want no trouble, sir,” he said softly, taking a step back. “I mean not to provoke you. Separate ways we could go, lest I upset the wolf.” His voice was honest and body language non-threatening. A confrontation would just draw attention to the areas, which could in turn result in the arrival of unwanted spectators.
from a large cat rpg, but fret not, cuz I can do humans even better.
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Hey, people! I'm Spine. Some of you may already know me. I'm 15 and I've been rping since I was about 11. I'm in the Eastern Standard time zone. MSN and aim are probably the easiest ways to reach me.
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