Post by Cat on Jul 30, 2009 19:41:23 GMT -5
Name : Alexander Gamewell Butreau
Alias : Alex
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality : Bicurious
Marital Status : Single; has only dated girls, and experimentally 'fooled around' with a boy
Religion : Christian
Hometown : Champaign, Illinois
Current Residence : Rosewood's Boarding School
Occupation : Student; works part time at a coffee shop.
Height : 5'10",
Weight : 153 lb
Body Type : Average. Lacks many muscles due to a life of pampering and little work, but remains slim due to a thoughtful and considerable diet.
Skin : Untanned, yet not pale -- average. Caucasian.
Eyes : Soft, smoky gray, but blue in the right light.
Hair : Brunette. Dark brown hair goes to roughly his shoulders, which he pulls down into a short ponytail at the base of his neck. Has bangs that frame his face, but mostly stay out of his eyes.
Physical Description : Rather well groomed, hair always carefully brushed and clothes clean and ironed. When not in uniform, generally likes dressing in shades of red -- even better if it's plaid. Refuses to wear shorts because he's insecure about his legs, wearing jeans even in summer.
Personality : Very shy at first, not going out of the way to speak or befriend people. Some how has wound up with many friends all the same -- likely due to his well-known family inheritance -- with whom he's much more open and relaxed around, once he knows them. Is a considerably lazy person.
Likes : Being lazy, aimless loitering (aka being lazy with friends), hemp bracelets/weaving hemp, listening to music, watching the Lord of the Rings on repeat.
Dislikes: Playing piano (which he does very well all the same), exceptionally loud people, neon colours, his hometown.
Fears : Marrying someone who winds up to be a gold-digger and in an elaborate book-like plot, conducts a secret love affair and then murders him in order to inherit the money and go live happily in the Bahamas.
Family : Mother- Samantha M. Butreau (née Childes); strict stay-at-home mother
Father - Richard F. Butreau; Co-executive of the Butreau Interprises.
History : Alex has been considerably wealthy from day one, his family being very well known and one of the first to establish the city of Champaign, Illinois in the first place. He lived his childhood considerably spoiled, attending private school until grade 7, and then entering public upon his own request. By Grade 10, had started to explore a relationship with an upperclassmen boy -- this did not go over well with his Christian parents when they discovered this fact. Trying to "straighten him out set him back on the right path", they decided to ship him off to a boarding school and as far away from the trouble-making upper classmen who "converted" him as possible -- and thus he made his way to the Rosewood Boarding School.
Strengths : Is exceptionally good at Piano having been forced into years of lessons, and has a good arm for baseball (though he doesn't play).
Weaknesses : Romance; he's considerably woo-able and sweethearted beneath his quiet, indifferent demeanor.
Extra Information : TBC likely.
Reference Picture(s) : To be retrieved when my laptop resumes working. >:
Sample Post :
"We cooould... go down to the Old Port?"
"Nah..."
"Theee... Skateshop?"
"Mm, no..."
"We could go to... the mall?"
The questions drilled into his brain, and Alex knew from the faint throbs that they left behind that a headache was coming on soon. There was some sort of pitch problem, surely; or perhaps the wavelengths of the girls voice were just abnormally high. Whichever inhumane case it was, the brunette's hands tightened around the steering wheel, willing her to be silent.
Loitering with boysat the mall was one thing. Loitering with girls, however -- he knew how that would turn out. At the mall with a girl there was never any loitering, no relaxation or slowness. There was just an endless quest to shop and try on (and then purchase, likely with HIS money -- or so he judged from the hopeful twinkle in the blonde's eyes) dozens of clothes that were completely uneccessary. Five days out of the week they had to dress in uniform... how many outfits could you have for two days a week?
"No," he rejected again, eyes flicking to the mirror to look behind them. In an attempt to stop her drilling voice, he instead continued, "Why don't we go see a movie instead? My treat."
The girl gave something like a squeal, and Alex's smile suddenly became forced at the pitch.
'Oh god, I can't do it. I cannot date a voice like this. Why can't it just be... deeper?'
Alias : Alex
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality : Bicurious
Marital Status : Single; has only dated girls, and experimentally 'fooled around' with a boy
Religion : Christian
Hometown : Champaign, Illinois
Current Residence : Rosewood's Boarding School
Occupation : Student; works part time at a coffee shop.
Height : 5'10",
Weight : 153 lb
Body Type : Average. Lacks many muscles due to a life of pampering and little work, but remains slim due to a thoughtful and considerable diet.
Skin : Untanned, yet not pale -- average. Caucasian.
Eyes : Soft, smoky gray, but blue in the right light.
Hair : Brunette. Dark brown hair goes to roughly his shoulders, which he pulls down into a short ponytail at the base of his neck. Has bangs that frame his face, but mostly stay out of his eyes.
Physical Description : Rather well groomed, hair always carefully brushed and clothes clean and ironed. When not in uniform, generally likes dressing in shades of red -- even better if it's plaid. Refuses to wear shorts because he's insecure about his legs, wearing jeans even in summer.
Personality : Very shy at first, not going out of the way to speak or befriend people. Some how has wound up with many friends all the same -- likely due to his well-known family inheritance -- with whom he's much more open and relaxed around, once he knows them. Is a considerably lazy person.
Likes : Being lazy, aimless loitering (aka being lazy with friends), hemp bracelets/weaving hemp, listening to music, watching the Lord of the Rings on repeat.
Dislikes: Playing piano (which he does very well all the same), exceptionally loud people, neon colours, his hometown.
Fears : Marrying someone who winds up to be a gold-digger and in an elaborate book-like plot, conducts a secret love affair and then murders him in order to inherit the money and go live happily in the Bahamas.
Family : Mother- Samantha M. Butreau (née Childes); strict stay-at-home mother
Father - Richard F. Butreau; Co-executive of the Butreau Interprises.
History : Alex has been considerably wealthy from day one, his family being very well known and one of the first to establish the city of Champaign, Illinois in the first place. He lived his childhood considerably spoiled, attending private school until grade 7, and then entering public upon his own request. By Grade 10, had started to explore a relationship with an upperclassmen boy -- this did not go over well with his Christian parents when they discovered this fact. Trying to "straighten him out set him back on the right path", they decided to ship him off to a boarding school and as far away from the trouble-making upper classmen who "converted" him as possible -- and thus he made his way to the Rosewood Boarding School.
Strengths : Is exceptionally good at Piano having been forced into years of lessons, and has a good arm for baseball (though he doesn't play).
Weaknesses : Romance; he's considerably woo-able and sweethearted beneath his quiet, indifferent demeanor.
Extra Information : TBC likely.
Reference Picture(s) : To be retrieved when my laptop resumes working. >:
Sample Post :
"We cooould... go down to the Old Port?"
"Nah..."
"Theee... Skateshop?"
"Mm, no..."
"We could go to... the mall?"
The questions drilled into his brain, and Alex knew from the faint throbs that they left behind that a headache was coming on soon. There was some sort of pitch problem, surely; or perhaps the wavelengths of the girls voice were just abnormally high. Whichever inhumane case it was, the brunette's hands tightened around the steering wheel, willing her to be silent.
Loitering with boysat the mall was one thing. Loitering with girls, however -- he knew how that would turn out. At the mall with a girl there was never any loitering, no relaxation or slowness. There was just an endless quest to shop and try on (and then purchase, likely with HIS money -- or so he judged from the hopeful twinkle in the blonde's eyes) dozens of clothes that were completely uneccessary. Five days out of the week they had to dress in uniform... how many outfits could you have for two days a week?
"No," he rejected again, eyes flicking to the mirror to look behind them. In an attempt to stop her drilling voice, he instead continued, "Why don't we go see a movie instead? My treat."
The girl gave something like a squeal, and Alex's smile suddenly became forced at the pitch.
'Oh god, I can't do it. I cannot date a voice like this. Why can't it just be... deeper?'