Post by Raoul Jacques de Chagny on Apr 10, 2012 13:32:32 GMT -5
Vicomte Raoul de Chagny
We Have All Been Blind!
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Player Name: Silence
Years Roleplaying: about 5 years now
Gender: Female
Contact me: Pm.
Anything else?: Great site!
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Basic Information
Age: about 23
Canon or OC?: from Phantom of the Opera 2004[/size]
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Appearance
Body type: Tall, but not skinny, get not fat, somewhere in the middle. He likes to think his walk is graceful, but one could say that he clomps around.
Eye color: His eyes are sky blue colored and appear to be darker then they are.
Wardrobe: Well he likes to wear all sorts of things, from loose fitting garments to a soldier like costume for masquerades, but mostly the loose fitting garments I mentioned.
General Appearance: Well Raoul has sky blue eyes that looker more like dark navy colored when you look at them.He has tan hair that is almost blonde. It comes down to about his shoulders. He stands at about six feet four inches. He is on the taller side, but is not really skinny, nor is he fat, he is somewhere in the middle. He usually wears loose fitting garments, but he will wear pretty much anything as long as he believes they look good on him.
Played By: Patrick Wilson
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Personality
Dreams and Goals: Well he daydreams about Christine most of the time. His goal is to be rid of the Phantom.
Strengths:
1. Christine's love
2. sword fighting
3. he's the vicomte
Weaknesses:
1. voice - not the best singer in the world...
2. his dislike for the Phantom
3. his dislike for Christine singing for the Phantom
Fears:
1. The Phantom taking Christine
2. Christine leaving him for the Phantom
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The Past
Mother: Marie de Chagny
Father: James de Chagny
History:
[[ i think this might be easier to write out if i used Raoul's point of view for just the history, so that is what i am going to do and i apologize if that's not the way it's supposed to be written]]
I was born in the rich family of James de Chagny and Marie de Chagny. I knew I was always going to be that rich little boy who went to that only boys academy, and to be honest I didn’t really mind. Just like I had suspected, I went to an all boys’ school for about only about six years, until my mother died from an unknown illness, that hadn’t been caught early on, so there was no cure that was known. My father, broken hearted, and I moved to Sweden, where I attended a regular academy, also where I met the women that stole my heart, Christine Daae, only daughter of the Swedish violinist, Gustave Daae [[Christine (in the movie) was in that one room lighting candles and there was a picture that said Gustave, so I am guessing that was her father’s name]].
It wasn’t long before Christine and I were close friends. I had made up a nick name for her, Little Lotte, which I think she rather adored. We would tell dark stories of the north to each other in her attic eating a picnic lunch while her father played the violin in the back ground. I knew Christine for only about a year, until she was orphaned at seven and taken out of my life.
I never really knew what became of Christine, but I continued to attend the same academy and wonder wherever she could have gone. After a few years I got over the loss of my friend and started to see other girls. I never liked any of them like I had Christine, but then again they weren’t Christine.
Years after Christine had left, when I was nearly twenty three, friends of my father, Giles Andre and Richard Firmin, were taking over the Opera Populaire when the old manager retired. They wanted me to be their patron. In the beginning I didn’t really want to be a patron for the opera house, but agreed despite myself. When I visited the first time, I instantly fell in love with it, and the girl who had once swept my heart up. The Opera Populaire was an old building and I couldn’t find any reason not like it there, even better Christine lived there too. But there was one thing standing between us: the Phantom of the Opera, who I believed was just a made up fable. That belief quickly vanished.
RP Sample
Raoul muttered crossly to himself, he was having a horrible day. Christine had been kidnapped by the Phantom, he assumed. He paced his room, sky blue eyes, appearing more navy, narrowed in anger. He made a kick at his desk and cursed at the pain that jolted through his black booted foot. He growled softly, “Where is she!?” He continued to pace, slightly favoring his left foot. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. He’d received a letter from the Phantom, and pulled the note from his pocket to future inspect it. The Angel of Music has Christine under his wing, make no attempt to see her again.. Andre and Firmin had received several notes as well, oh and that diva Carlotta had received one and thought Raoul sent it to her. He snorted, like he would. Sure he didn’t really like the woman, but he wouldn’t threaten her. Never!
He sat down on the edge of his bed and sighed softly once more. He just wanted to find Christine and throw his arms around her and never let her girl. Another sigh escaped from his mouth. He got up once more and continued his pacing. He didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t exactly want to barge into the Phantom’s lair, wherever it might be. He leaned against the wall and sucked in a breath, crossing his arms, deciding to just wait it out.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and sighed softly once more. He just wanted to find Christine and throw his arms around her and never let her girl. Another sigh escaped from his mouth. He got up once more and continued his pacing. He didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t exactly want to barge into the Phantom’s lair, wherever it might be. He leaned against the wall and sucked in a breath, crossing his arms, deciding to just wait it out.
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