Post by Sieffre De Sauveterre on May 29, 2010 21:50:13 GMT -4
Sieffre De Sauveterre
....the mask
Your Name: Sieffre.
Where did you find us?: Saw the link on a place I used to haunt.
How long have you been roleplaying?:Nine years, disregarding the year hiatus I took.
Password: [admin edit!]
...basic character information
Birth Name: Sieffre Sofiane De Sauveterre
Nickname
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 12
Birth date: October 13.
Program: Bachelor of Arts.
Major: Instrumental Music
Animal Identity: Arctic Hare.
...personality
Likes:(at least 10)
- Touching people while talking to them.
- Photography.
- Music. Both the listening to and playing aspects.
- Darts.
- Running.
- Dance.
- Bird watching.
- Tests.
- Motorcycles.
- His Piano.
Dislikes: (at least 10)
- Moving slowly.
- People who talk far too much.
- Being questioned.
- Crowds.
- Sweet things. Foods or otherwise.
- Open or enclosed spaces.
- Meeting new people.
- Personal Questions.
- Highways.
- Dogs/Wolves.
Fears: (At least 3)
- Being hated.
- Open Spaces. (Agoraphobia)
- Enclosed Spaces. (Claustrophobia)
Strengths: (At least 3)
- Photographic memory.
- His Concentration.
- His speed at doing pretty much everything.
Weaknesses: (At least 3)
- Tends to just let people walk right over him.
- Quiet.
- His somewhat obsessive habits.
Overall: [400 words minimum]
To say that he shifts like water could be considered an understatement. One moment he can be as calm as possible and in the next moment he could be a dangerous as a storm. But with all things the moods hardly last for a prolonged time, although his instability could be questionable even at the best of times, he seems to act them out before just letting things go. He is hardly one to hold on to anything, emotional or otherwise, for the most part it seems as if he is removed from what is happening in front of him. Almost disinterested in everything even while he pays the upmost attention and remembers everything later. Although it is rarely violent, the worst he’ll usually do is ignore who ever it is for a bit, which is an upside.
While talking he seems to expect people to make massive leaps of logic and some how string together his somewhat disjointed sentences in to something that would make sense. He is prone to leaving out words or even just starting, or ending, in the middle of a sentence. One word sentences are another common place while dealing with him, yet again requiring a logic leap at times, or even gestures in place of words. About the only time he manages to communicate normally is when he happens to be working on something for school, although a bit quiet, he can at least manage proper communication if only part of the time.
Sieffre has the rather obsessive habit of writing down everything he learned about every new person he meets, including a quick sketch of what they look like, and he's constantly adding to it every time he happens to learn something new about a person. Needless to say he has several books devoted to this practice alone. All in a very specific order.
He’s rather unsure of himself even at the best of times. Although his lack of self confidence becomes far more obvious when he is in a crowd. If Sieffre has to deal with more than one person at a time he will usually just shut down and make as quick of an escape as humanly possible. He is rather jumpy at times, as well, any movement that he catches his eye has been known to send him ducking. Unless he happens to be listening to music, or a conversation, he seems to live in a state of near constant fear. So his jumpy disposition is nearly constant even with in his own home.
Despite all of his downfalls he really does like people, to an extent, so long as he can deal with them in a one on one situation. And if he's comfortable with whoever he is with he's more likely to be quick to laugh and joke. It just takes him some time to properly warm up enough to say more than a few words at a time. Even once he's comfortable he really doesn't have much to say. By far he is content with listening, or even silence, although he has limits when it comes to talking too. Too much of it, or being completely talked over, can lead him to being frazzled and usually with him just disappearing for a while.
Sieffre is rather high energy and will rarely just sit there doing nothing. If he reaches boredom his defenses are either goes for a nice long run or to play the piano. And as such he's usually to wired to sleep, mild insomnia,
About the only time he seems completely calm and confidant is while he is either listening to music or playing on the piano. It seems to be the only time he blots out all of his insecurities and fears and just breathe. Needless to say he can keep up with playing, or listening, for hours on end just for that peace of mind. He's obsessed with music, he literally goes no where with out his headphones and iPod, although he doesn't really talk about his tastes or style. For him as long as he likes it the style of it doesn't really matter.
Academically he does everything practically as soon as it his handed to him. As he hates to leave things to sit, and be forgotten in the long run, and he hates if anyone so much as asks him if they can borrow his work. As far as he concerns himself if you aren't serious about schooling why even bother trying to get notes or copy someone else’s homework? It's wasted effort, and a person is less likely to remember, and if nothing else a person should be devoted to their schooling and passions.
...appearance
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Celebrity Play By: Shin. (Cinema Bizarre)
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Tattoos (Cause I'm not sure how to explain them.) : Tattoo !: His right arm. If asked about this one he usually just ignores the question entirely.
Tattoo 2:His back. If asked about this particular one his usual response is 'It's about love.'
He spends a lot of time using dye on his hair so it is hard to tell what his natural hair colour is. That aside during the spring and summer his hair is usually a dark red-brown hue and during fall and winter he ends up with blonde hair. Currently he happens to have a somewhat short hair style in a modified sort of bed head style, falling just beside his left eye. The look complements his slender features for the most part if only making him look much younger than he actually is. His features are slender, almost feminine, his features seem to be a mix between Caucasian and Asian features. Almond shaped eyes, a slender nose, and thin lips. His skin is the pale of someone who spends far more time inside than outside. And his eyes are always up for debate, it seems, as depending on the light they can look either to be a light grey or a dark almost black hue.
Sieffre stands at five feet and eleven inches, and his body is a bit on the slender side, he has the body of a runner really. He's long limbed too although not enough to make his proportions look wrong. Physically he seems to take up less space than he actually does, due to his personality, although he rarely slouches. In fact his posture is abnormally stiff at the best of times even while he's allegedly relaxing.
For clothing he, like most, usually sticks to dark clothing. His usual clothing consists of a long sleeved shirts, black jeans, and a black vinyl jacket. As well as his ever present Heartbeat Studio Headphones. He doesn't go out of his way to look 'good' so it's pretty easy to forget him. In his almost overwhelming normal looks.
ANIMAL:
Needless to say in animal form he's a good deal smaller than in human form. At a mere 23 inches in length (from head to tail) and only 13 pounds in weight. During the fall and winter he is the stark white colour that most associate with the Arctic Hare. And in the Spring and Summer he is an almost blue-grey-brown hue. The tattoos that he has on his skin barely represent on the fur of his Hare, mere black speckles. [/size]
...history
Parents:
- Aina De Sauveterre, deceased during child birth.
- Bastian De Sauveterre, 47, Office Worker.
Siblings: Only Child.
[400 words minimum]
Before he was born his parents had a typical high school sweet hearts love story. Right up to the moment that their first, and only, child was due. His very birth was fraught with difficulty down the point that in exchange for the life of his mother he was born, something that haunted both Father and Son for a very long time, and nothing came easily after that point. Living in a small town in Alaska seemed to only constrict them further.
For his father even trivial things like a small family gathering or shopping became a monumental task. As a child Sieffre had been active, if a bit prone to running should something scare him, and a handful for his single parent to take care of. So in an effort to quell his childs over activity Bastian got Sieffre involved in music. And even while he was still young he got hooked on the piano, although he did learn how to play a couple other things too, making time around the first two years of school in order to keep up with his playing.
Midway through the second grade his father got a job opportunity down in Denver Colorado. The act of being completely uprooted seemed to completely unnerve Sieffre, even at that age, being suddenly trust in to a city where he had no hope of knowing everyone. Sieffre's extreme dislike for having to deal with new people seems to stem from this, as well as his habit of writing down and drawing something about each new person, as well as his general jumpiness around people. At school he was mercilessly teased for his jumpy personality, and his rather poor social skills, so he merely started going to school merely for the education rather than to make friends and 'play nice.' He only had a few friends, or at the very least people who talked to him and didn't expect him to chat back, and he had been content with that.
Things went like that up until shortly after his thirteenth birthday. It was after he had gotten himself hopelessly lost in the middle of winter that he shifted for the very first time. His panic at being stuck in a maze of alley ways triggered the rather unexpected event. He had been pretty sure that the crunching and twisting of his bones had merely been his imagination. At least up until he could have squeezed under the nearest dumpster with out any problems. The abrupt change was enough to wear at the last nerve he might have had. With his new body he shot out of the alley, after the shift he could run considerably faster than he could while still human, but his great escape ended with him locked in a cage while someone tried to 'Find him a good home.' To exhausted to care he ended up falling asleep in that cage.
Sometime while he had been sleeping his Father had, some how, found him and rescued him from the cage. As soon as Sieffre had calmed down from his ordeal he was told what had happened. His father was also able to shed his skin and become an animal but he had hoped that the gene would have skipped over Sieffre as his mother had not been of shape shifting blood. Just as calmly he explained that he would be sending his son to a school for shifters. 'Just as a precaution' and for his sons safety.
Thus Sieffre ended up joining another school with a bunch of students who could shed their human skins like he could.
...connecting human to animal
[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
Agility: While he can't run 60 kph in human form, although he can go that fast in animal form, he has somewhat increased reflexes and speed.
Loner: Just like the Arctic Hare that he turns in to he prefers to be by himself rather than in a group. It makes it easier to find food alone.
Jumpiness: If he catches something that scares him out of the corner of his eye he's more likely to just freeze entirely. Eventually he'll either decide if it's a threat to run from or if it's just a better idea to stay still.
Eating habits: He's not big on large meals. In fact usually he can be found nibbling at things, mostly fruits and vegetables, through out the day.
...literacy
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-Must be in the 3rd person point of view and in past tense
-REMEMBER we are an intermediate-advanced literacy site. Please keep that in mind.
-Must be at least 3 paragraphs
The doctor had decided that it would be best to let his body try and heal the damage for a few days before he did what ever it was that he did to repair the damage done. Most of the cuts had been healed though, mostly it was only his knee that was left to heal the normal way, enough to make him comfortable while also making sure that he couldn't go bat shit crazy and run for the hills again. He had gone to see Prentice only to be rebuffed and told that the man was indisposed and likely would be for a couple days. Which was fine, really, it just meant that something else had come up that was more important. He really was used to being put on the back burner, so to speak, while more vibrant and important people got what they needed.
It was on his way back that he felt it a swirling knot of emotions, dark unhappy emotions, he was used to the way that some peoples emotions knotted up here at the Circus. How the wrong set of words could send some down in to a spiral of dislike and quiet mutterings. He couldn't tell who it was though just the fact that those emotions were overwhelming in their own sense, a rising note of hysteria catching his attention, it took him a moment to decide on if he was going to go and see who it was. Or leave and not risk anything himself but leaving someone in distress. Biting a lip he tilted his head mentally wincing at the near shouting of the emotions that he could feel finally deciding that who ever it was not to be left alone.
He left the crutches behind at the opening for the showers reasonably sure that no matter how good his balance may or may not have been water plus lack of mobility was never really a good idea. Moving slowly, carefully, Sieffre picked his way through the place heading closer to the ball of tied emotions. Closer to the pain and fear; not even there yet he could feel the beginning of tears slide down his face, silently, he had always done that though. Cried just as easily as he breathed luckily it was something that passed as quickly as it came with out a sign.
At the sight of Shea he had to fight not to turn on his tail and run, pulling the same move that he had with Elias, or at the very least walk away quickly and pretend that he had not seen the blood or the distress. Instead he moved closer, carefully peering around the smaller man to take a look at the water temperature before turning his attention back towards Shea.
With out a word he reached over to the lever, showing no reaction to shoving his hand in to freezing water, twisting it so the temperature was something a bit more comfortable. Hopefully for both of them. That done he lowered himself down on to his knees regardless of the possible pain that it could cause him while also exposing more of his clothing to the water still with out any reaction from him. Clothing was easy to replace, or dry out, but someone’s mind was not something that was easy to repair and even then Sieffre wasn't sure he could do anything at all.
"Cold showers are only really good for one thing, you know." His voice was oddly light, not joking or laughing, just a pleasant light tone as he tried to come up with something to say. Anything to say that would not make him come off as a total jerk. Cold water, as he knew, was good for washing out blood stains as well as a few other things but there was no point in such thoughts. Instead he tilted his head slightly, kneeling at the edge of the water, a completely different person that he had been the first time he had met the other young man. But this time he was not in distress and not trying to uselessly run away from the thoughts in his mind. This time it was Shea that was upset and Sieffre had no idea what to do. He remembered what had caused changes in the other mans emotions though, even if he had been out of it, topics that he should tread lightly around. It would have been so much easier to ask about what had happened but instead he flattened a hand against the ground offering the other one to the man. The movement slow and careful not close enough to touch him, even though it was something that he had always taken comfort from, he knew that not every one reacted favorably to something as simple as touch. He honestly didn't know what to say seeing as he himself was rather bad at the whole comforting thing. Usually silent while the person worked through it themselves knowing that he probably would never be able to truly understand what it was that drove them to such a state. "... There is no reason to be afraid of me, Shea, or at least I hope that there isn't a reason to be afraid of me... Ah, anyways. If you want me to be here I'll stay, probably stick around anyways, but for now. Please, please, just breathe."[/size]
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