Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Mar 4, 2012 19:28:21 GMT -5
Aimeric Jayden Devereux
"The loneliest people have the best stories."
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Player Name: Alexandria
Years Roleplaying:2 and a half years
Gender: Female
Contact me: PM
Anything else?: I'm here to have fun, and meet new people!
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Basic Information
Age: 19 years old
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Appearance
Body type: Tall and muscular
Eye color: A light brown, glowing in both sunlight and moonlight.
Wardrobe: He tends to wear waistcoats, as well as long sleeve dress shirts, bowties, khakis, plaid, button downs, and dress pants. (He also wears glasses, but when he doesn't feel like wearing those he just sticks with contact lenses.)
General Appearance: Jet black scruffy hair, tan skin, muscular arms and stomach, light pink lips, glowing brown eyes.
Played By: Ramin Karimloo
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Personality
Aimeric can also lose his temper at times. He tries to hold it back, but sometimes he can't and he just loses it completely. People who can't shut their mouthes and idiots being out his anger. He has absolutely no tolerance for idiots. An idiot in his eyes can be people with big egos, etc.
His dislikes include people with big egos, and his mother. Aimeric is a man you really have to get to know to grow a liking for. If you can't deal with silence, don't plan on being his friend. He in particular isn't an eager person, so just seeing people have such big egos really bothers him. And his mother, he just disliked because she was self absorbed, cocky, and thought she had to show off her riches. It bothered him, because he's always been a rather humble person, and she was the exact opposite of him.
Some likes of his include, acting, singing, and theatre music. He knew he loved to sing when he was little, but when he read an acting book and tried practicing, he knew he loved that, too. The way Aimeric found out he loved singing is through when he began writing diary entries, not even realizing that they rhymed half the time, and most could be made into a song. When he realized this, and tried singing some, he knew he loved it, and he wanted to sing when he grew older. He came to know that he loved theatre music specifically because when he was reading a singing book, it was divided into chapters by genre of music, and he found that the theatre music chapter was his absolute favourite. He didn't know why, but something just interested him about it.
I figured I would divide what makes him sad into a different paragraph. Things that make him sad are misunderstood people, deaths from war, and occassionally he'll get depressed over the fact that he doesn't have a family of his own. All he really wants one day is a wife and a child. He doesn't get as sad that he has no friends. Usually those things don't bother him, but if he really thinks about those things, he grows a bit depressed for a short period of time.
Dreams and Goals:He hopes to join the Musical Theatre business.
Strengths:Singing, acting, playing piano, organ, violin, cello, french horn, clarinet, flute, trumpet, and writing music.
Weaknesses: Making friends, trying to keep at least one positive thought in his mind, speaking, he can be shy, speaks in third person at times, he has self-loathing issues, he pretty much is scared of people in general, he has a somewhat dry sense of humor, and he can be sensitive.
Fears: Being in a relationship with someone, germs(He has germaphobia), speaking (Selective Mutism/Anxiety Disorder), and heights.
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The Past
History: Iranian-born, he had the easy life for the most part. His family had fled from Iran when he was about 1 year old, over to Italy. They had a small amount of money in Italy, but then once they moved to Canada when Aimeric was about 2 years old, his father landed a job as a Canadian Marine, and his mother opened a large business that sold jewelry. Once her business became successful, their entire family became very wealthy.
Aimeric had a nice, easy life. He went to school like any other boy, but he was spoiled. He didn't like being spoiled though. He didn't like getting 100 Canadian dollars when he wanted ice cream instead of getting 2 Canadian dollars like a normal boy. He didn't like getting a bunch of clothes, he didn't like having a maid, he didn't like any of it. He just wanted a normal life, but nothing ever changed.. Up until he ran away at the age of 9. He lived on the streets until he was 16.
Aimeric's family bothered him. Well, everyone except for his father. He did have a liking for his father, because he was a military man. Aimeric did want to join the military one day, just like his father. But his mother bothered him. His mother bothered him greatly, because she was extremely cocky, and always found a way to flaunt her money. She would be the one to leave a 300 dollar tip just to get attention, the one to wear expensive dresses to the market, and the one to brag. Aimeric was humble, and he hated the way she acted.
A few days after Aimeric turned sixteen, his parents got mugged and shot, both getting killed. He got all of the riches from his parents, so he moved to the United Kingdom, buying a large mansion in a grass field, far from most society. He had gotten the money from what his father and mother's will had said, which gave him most of their money. He didn't want the mansion to show it off, he just wanted it because it was the only house open and just far away from the busy city of London. He had to lie about his age when he acquired the house though, because he was only sixteen. Now, he's nineteen years old, and he still has enough money to stay without a job for years to come. He isn't lazy, he just doesn't want a job, because he doesn't want to consume his time with working with people he doesn't know. His days usually just consist of writing music, reading, and occassionally he goes for a walk.
RP Sample
Aimeric was walking along the sidewalk one day, making his way to.. Well, no where in specific, really. He was looking down at the ground, which made him less aware of his surroundings. Suddenly, he bumped into a woman, much shorter than him. She was petite, golden blonde hair and an airhead sort of look on her face. She smiled slightly. "It's okay!" She responded in a bubbly type of tone with a small giggle, and walked past. Aimeric grumbled, and kept on walking. He hadn't even said a word.
By the time she was gone, he was feeling very anxious. The tone of her voice, the eagerness in her eyes... It made him highly uncomfortable. He kept a train of thought as he kept his walking pace, pocketing his hands. He didn't need friends. Aimeric didn't want friends. Aimeric just needed his music, and... Perhaps some food. He headed for the bakery as his stomach grumbled, and kept his eyes ahead, a slightly anxious look still on his face.
By the time she was gone, he was feeling very anxious. The tone of her voice, the eagerness in her eyes... It made him highly uncomfortable. He kept a train of thought as he kept his walking pace, pocketing his hands. He didn't need friends. Aimeric didn't want friends. Aimeric just needed his music, and... Perhaps some food. He headed for the bakery as his stomach grumbled, and kept his eyes ahead, a slightly anxious look still on his face.
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