Post by Audric Serge Rousseau on Jan 17, 2010 16:15:15 GMT -5
Audric Serge Rousseau
Je N'Aime Que Toi
And I'm thinking of the worst things that I could say to you
Name|| Audric Serge Rousseau
Nick Name|| No
Gender|| Male
Birthday||June 4th
Age || 17
Grade || 11
Sexual Orientation|| Gay
Ethnicity || French
Face Claim || Louis Garrel
and this never will be right with me
Hair||Black, curly, long-short
Eyes|| dark, large
Height|| 5'11
Weight|| 134
Body Type|| normal
Skin Type|| OLIVE! He is freeennnccchhh
Distinguishing Features|| mole on his neck also on his check bone
Tattoos||Non
Piercings||Non
Style|| Normally? Audric loves dark greys and steels, he wears layers, a white butten shirt, jacket, scarf, toursers, not jeans, and shoes.
I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say.
Likes||Men, French foods, Rain, Everything and all things shiny and silver( yes, even keys), Dancing, singing, Smokin' thoes thine little french cancer-sticks, the number "3", and cold weather
Dislikes|| Most old people, the color Pink, it bothers him, Jazz music, Escolaters, used books, big dogs, sappy love songs, Satan!, Lossing "the game", cracking his joints
Secrets|| He draws on his arms to stop himself form self-injury, He can't watch The Notebook without sobbing, He takes pictures of people he finds important.
Fears|| Death, Slowly dieing, dieing alone, his father finding him, spiders
Strengths|| Innocent, caring, funny, light-hearted, easy-going
Weaknesses|| Has bouts of depression, innocent, easily distracted, withdrawn, Shiny things
Dreams|| Move back to Paris, become a famous actor
Over All Personality|| Audric is the actor, he has made that his life. He uses acting to escape his own mind, he wrapps himself in the world of that charcter. Although, he is an innocent boy, he knows his away around drugs and booze and really only drinks wine, tis the french in him ;3. His deppression is mostly grown from his poor self worth. His father slashed his self-worth mightly. He has learned great copping tricks for his issues, Drawing on his arms solves most issues and he does take pictures of it, then he prints them out. He has them tapped up all around his bedroom. He's drawn just straight lines, to taking the time for colors and details, he learned much his mother's art books.
then we both go down together
Father|| Jean-Pierre, 36, prison
Mother|| Julie, 36, Art teacher
Siblings| N/A
Pets|| King Louis, a cat
Other Important Family Members|| Mathew, uncle, 47, moved Audric to the states
History|| Audric was born in the moist month of June. In the city of Draguignan in France, a small town on the southern coast of the Mediterranean sea. His father was a manger of a local grocery store chain, his mother an art student, a freshman when he was born, with a minor in education. His childhood was spent sitting in his mother's lap, staring at pictures of famous art. He watched play after play, avoiding his father as much as he humanly could, seeing as his father was an alcoholic and a meth head. His mother never thought to leave him as teenagers.
Fast-foreward to Audric, age ten. He had become a plum in the school wide pagent. He was wearing all purple, with a plump looking mesh of fabric around his waist, making the plum. He added the sparkle spark to it, wanting a frosty plum, like saw in The Nutcracker. In walked his father, Jean-Pierre, the man gave him a once over. Audric knew that his father had been drinking. He snarled at his son, waving a bottle above his head he shouted "Mon fils ! Le faggit, mon fils horrible ! Je vous déteste. Je vous déteste." Again and again, he hit Audric. The poor cried out of his mother. She ran in, after ten mintues, she screamed and pulled Jean-Pierre off Audric. She screamed "Descendez! Descendez! Laissez-le seul! Descendez!" She grabbed her son and pulled him off of his father. The boy was crying and blood streamed down from his nose. His outfit ruined. He never showed up for the pagent. The next day, he went to school with a black eye and a splint for his nose. None of the kids asked about it. Most people knew about Audric's father.
The last time Audric saw his father was two summers ago, his mother finally felt she had the power to call the police on him. He was sentenced with jail time. Juile was a wreck, and she sent her son away from france, to America with her brother, Matthew( he uses the english spelling) who had been living there for years. Matthew apodted Audric and enrolled him in the schools here. He is in heavy duty english as a second langauge classes. He and Mathew live a happy life together. Audric still has nightmares of his life in france. He misses his mother so much, and cannot wait to move back.
and you could see the melody
Your Name|| Tuxie
[color=hotpinkYour Age||
[/color] 16Name|| Audric Serge Rousseau
Nick Name|| No
Gender|| Male
Birthday||June 4th
Age || 17
Grade || 11
Sexual Orientation|| Gay
Ethnicity || French
Face Claim || Louis Garrel
and this never will be right with me
Hair||Black, curly, long-short
Eyes|| dark, large
Height|| 5'11
Weight|| 134
Body Type|| normal
Skin Type|| OLIVE! He is freeennnccchhh
Distinguishing Features|| mole on his neck also on his check bone
Tattoos||Non
Piercings||Non
Style|| Normally? Audric loves dark greys and steels, he wears layers, a white butten shirt, jacket, scarf, toursers, not jeans, and shoes.
I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say.
Likes||Men, French foods, Rain, Everything and all things shiny and silver( yes, even keys), Dancing, singing, Smokin' thoes thine little french cancer-sticks, the number "3", and cold weather
Dislikes|| Most old people, the color Pink, it bothers him, Jazz music, Escolaters, used books, big dogs, sappy love songs, Satan!, Lossing "the game", cracking his joints
Secrets|| He draws on his arms to stop himself form self-injury, He can't watch The Notebook without sobbing, He takes pictures of people he finds important.
Fears|| Death, Slowly dieing, dieing alone, his father finding him, spiders
Strengths|| Innocent, caring, funny, light-hearted, easy-going
Weaknesses|| Has bouts of depression, innocent, easily distracted, withdrawn, Shiny things
Dreams|| Move back to Paris, become a famous actor
Over All Personality|| Audric is the actor, he has made that his life. He uses acting to escape his own mind, he wrapps himself in the world of that charcter. Although, he is an innocent boy, he knows his away around drugs and booze and really only drinks wine, tis the french in him ;3. His deppression is mostly grown from his poor self worth. His father slashed his self-worth mightly. He has learned great copping tricks for his issues, Drawing on his arms solves most issues and he does take pictures of it, then he prints them out. He has them tapped up all around his bedroom. He's drawn just straight lines, to taking the time for colors and details, he learned much his mother's art books.
then we both go down together
Father|| Jean-Pierre, 36, prison
Mother|| Julie, 36, Art teacher
Siblings| N/A
Pets|| King Louis, a cat
Other Important Family Members|| Mathew, uncle, 47, moved Audric to the states
History|| Audric was born in the moist month of June. In the city of Draguignan in France, a small town on the southern coast of the Mediterranean sea. His father was a manger of a local grocery store chain, his mother an art student, a freshman when he was born, with a minor in education. His childhood was spent sitting in his mother's lap, staring at pictures of famous art. He watched play after play, avoiding his father as much as he humanly could, seeing as his father was an alcoholic and a meth head. His mother never thought to leave him as teenagers.
Fast-foreward to Audric, age ten. He had become a plum in the school wide pagent. He was wearing all purple, with a plump looking mesh of fabric around his waist, making the plum. He added the sparkle spark to it, wanting a frosty plum, like saw in The Nutcracker. In walked his father, Jean-Pierre, the man gave him a once over. Audric knew that his father had been drinking. He snarled at his son, waving a bottle above his head he shouted "Mon fils ! Le faggit, mon fils horrible ! Je vous déteste. Je vous déteste." Again and again, he hit Audric. The poor cried out of his mother. She ran in, after ten mintues, she screamed and pulled Jean-Pierre off Audric. She screamed "Descendez! Descendez! Laissez-le seul! Descendez!" She grabbed her son and pulled him off of his father. The boy was crying and blood streamed down from his nose. His outfit ruined. He never showed up for the pagent. The next day, he went to school with a black eye and a splint for his nose. None of the kids asked about it. Most people knew about Audric's father.
The last time Audric saw his father was two summers ago, his mother finally felt she had the power to call the police on him. He was sentenced with jail time. Juile was a wreck, and she sent her son away from france, to America with her brother, Matthew( he uses the english spelling) who had been living there for years. Matthew apodted Audric and enrolled him in the schools here. He is in heavy duty english as a second langauge classes. He and Mathew live a happy life together. Audric still has nightmares of his life in france. He misses his mother so much, and cannot wait to move back.
and you could see the melody
Your Name|| Tuxie
[color=hotpinkYour Age||
Experience|| 6 nearly seven years
Role Play Sample|| Harry yawned. He couldn't barly see the tapestries above him. Too early... Too dark...No glasses. Reaching over, The famous boy grabbed his circle glasses and put them on. Ahhh, Vison. What an amazing concept. He looked around his dorm. His best friend cozied up in his blankets, probaly dreaming of some new candy or something. He remember that the new kids were coming today. He sat up and grabbed his clothes. He wore the same thing everyday for the most part, robes black slacks. Tres boring. He quiet pocketed his wand and left the dorm. He grinned at the common room. One time, he and Dracko had talked about sexing here. It would be amamzing. The warm fire... MUCH better then leather of the syltherine common room. Way to wide open and cold. Harry prefered the closeness of this room. But, this morning was not the morning to be thinking of Dracko. Matt looked at his brother "I know you're tired...and cold'He muttered and shrugged off his own jacket "Here"He handed his own to Jeff. It was his brother he had to keep him warm. It was, like, his job. He looked at where the lights where coming from "Whoes that?" He asked, feeling kinda of stupid to talk to darkness. Christian leaned against Edge, he burried his face, shivering almost as much as Jeff. He nodded "Right. Nothin' here" He muttered, his arms wrapping around Edge's torso, he tried his hardest to ignore the noise.
i'm losing hope and fading dreams
This Code was made by JOEY! You steal it, you will be hunted down and eaten with a spork! They lyrics are by Mayday Parade, ''I'd had to be you'[/center]
