Arsène Paquet (lenfantperdu) wrote in not_honest_ooc, @ 2008-03-27 22:33:00 |
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IC:
[Name:] Jean-Baptiste Arsène Paquet (goes by Arsène)
[Age:] 319
[Birthday:] 10 January 1689
[Race:] Vampire
[Physical Description:]
In his former life, Arsène was woefully undernourished, but spent most of his time doing manual labor and his body reflects this. He is short, but proportionate and sturdily built. He could be called ‘muscular’, although not the sort of muscular modern people would associate with a gym membership and a bucket of protein powder.
He has a small but noticeable scar on his left cheek. He has dark blue eyes and brown hair usually worn in some shaggy mop that falls short of being considered a ‘hairstyle’. He can be made to look slightly more presentable if the situation calls for it.
[Personality:] Arsène often compares himself to a dog and he’s not that far off the mark. He is gregarious and loyal to those he likes, snappish to those who annoy him and vicious with his food. He is not very serious and not at all intellectual, preferring to spend his time watching TV and movies and not thinking or discussing the weightier issues in life. He enjoys the simple things in life, but always to excess, exhibiting an voracious appetite for food and insatiable desire for sex. He does not understand religion or mortality no matter how many times they are explained to him.
[History:]
Arsene was born on a French feudal manor, a peasant bred mostly to work the land. He cannot recall exactly how many children his parents had in total, but he knows he was neither one of the oldest nor the youngest. All the male children in his family were given the first name Jean-Baptiste as a sign of special devotion, hence him being known by his second name.
In life, Arsène was quiet and resilient. He suffered through backbreaking work and famine without complaint and silently survived an array of horrible diseases. However, don’t make the mistake of thinking this was because of some devout faith in a God who rewarded those who were pious and meek. He simply never saw the point in complaining nor could he ever bring himself to understand or believe in some invisible being who watched his every action. Having no aspirations of heaven, he didn’t miss any opportunity to indulge in the only pleasures afforded to a poor and wretched peasant like himself: gluttony, drunkenness and rampant fornication.
The winter that Arsène turned seventeen, food was very scarce. The lord’s woods were out of bounds, but also full of game. Under cover of darkness, Arsène and his friend Gauvain would sneak into the woods to set traps or to check the ones they had set before. Usually, they would be in and out quickly, but one night, Arsène’s hunger and the temptation of the freshly killed rabbits was too great and he convinced Gauvain to help him build a fire to cook with. Barely had he begun to gut the rabbit before something feel upon him, biting and clawing at him viciously. Gauvain was off running in a flash and Arsène attempted to fight off his attacker alone, slashing him and stabbing him with his knife. He thought he was winning at first; he felt himself becoming soaked and the taste of blood was in his mouth, so he must have been wounding who or whatever it was pretty badly. But the fiend would not quit and soon enough, fatigue set in and Arsène began to get clumsy, slow and disoriented. He felt a horrible, rending pain in his throat and went limp, knowing his was finished.
He wasn’t, though.
Suddenly the beast fled, the sound of something coming crashing though the trees doing what Arsène’s knife could not. Gauvain had fetched Arsène’s father and the two stood now, regarding the dying boy by torchlight. Luc knew his son was mortally wounded and he knew by what. If he did not kill him now, he thought, he would only rise again and haunt the village. Kneeling beside Arsène’s body wordlessly, or at least with no words Arsène can remember, he stabbed the boy in the throat like one would slaughter a pig.
Of course, Luc was wrong and Arsène awoke again regardless, committing an atrocity before running deeper into the woods. Finally he came upon a group of his kind and joined them, staying with them for the better part of three centuries. Recently though, they have scattered and Arsène has decided to make a brand new start, changing his way of live and moving to the city in search of adventure and companionship.
[Weakness:] Arsène is uneducated and illiterate. He is sexually brutish and crude, exerting little self control over his baser desires. He has a tendency to misinterpret things, focusing on one or two words someone has said and devising a meaning from them that was not intended. He also tends to become consumed by obsession.
[Strengths:] Arsène is very observant and can pick some concepts such as language and mannerisms quickly, so he has assimilated into his new culture quite well. He was physically quite strong in life and that has only increased in his current state.
[Family:] Luc (father), Jeanne (mother), various brother and sisters. All deceased.
[PB:] Gaspard Ulliel
RP Samples* (on the second or more apps, these samples are not needed)
[RP Sample:]
Arsène’s life has not been one filled with beauty. Back home, he broke into the country homes of the rich, with their airy rooms filled with fine things, but would usually end up destroying the aesthetics of the houses while perusing the occupants of it. Sure, there was still flowers and nature and the softest rays of sunset that he would dare to peek his head out to see, but none of them seem to compare to the lines of Julian’s body, the way his eyes look at him, how he blushes…
‘You are very beautiful. I could look at you forever.’
When Julian make his command, he stares at him unabashedly, a certain glint coming into his eye, before disregarding his helping hands and undoing his shirt himself. Arsène has no particular opinion about his body. It’s a thing that he lives in, that serves him well but isn’t of any interest to anyone else. He reveals it hastily, removing his clothes with the particle purpose of having more skin to press against Julian’s. He puts his hands on the boy, feeling his flesh flow over his palms like water.
Etc
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