Post by Alexandre Girard on Aug 29, 2008 14:09:01 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Alexandre Girard
Nickname: Alex
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Caucasian—primarily of French descent
Orientation: Homosexual (of course)
Appearance
Height/build: He is surprisingly short for his age, considering that most men get their growth spurts later in life. He stands at 5”5, and is rather touchy about his height. His limbs are as slender as him, and he doesn’t appear to have much muscle, but he does. He has it in his arms and his shoulders, caused by his endless days of carrying around bags of flowers, cooking; chopping…working in a kitchen is surprisingly hard work, especially when you’re on your own. His legs are well-developed as well, as he’s usually always hurrying about. His firm muscles are usually hidden by his clothing.
Hair: A rich shade of golden-blond, it is fairly long, at least to the base of his neck. It curls and refuses to be straightened. It cuts across Alex’s forehead and dips low to hide part of his right eye. The rest curls softly against his cheeks and is sometimes pulled up into a ponytail at the back of his head to keep it out of the way when he’s cooking or baking, especially when.
Eyes: While his hair is bright, smooth and lush with color, his eyes are lacking as such. They are a rather bleak shade of gray—the right one is a rather paler hue, however, while his left eye is a dark stormy gray, with the unnerving tendency to stare, though he tries to tamper it by not looking directly at anyone. His hair grows so that his right eye is partially covered, however.
Skin: His skin is rather pale, and marred with the occasional pale scar, from either a serious burn, or cut from a knife, an especially prominent one on the inside of one of his forearms. The long scar has bleached the skin. The marks are usually hidden with long sleeves, however. The skin of his hands are calloused, though, from holding knives and baking all the time, as well as carrying and sweeping and other menial chores.
Clothing: Alex is rather proper in his clothing choices, rather conservative, to say the least. He doesn’t much like short-sleeved shirts, and opts instead for longer sleeved ones. They are usually of darker hue, with fancy designs over the left torso, like stripes or elaborate swirls that usually attract the eye. He likes darker colors—like deep violets, blues or indigo, and prefers to wear jeans whenever he can. They are usually dark like his shirt, and the only pale things about him are his skin, and his hair. Bangles are usually kept about his slim wrists, silver or gold in color, and he enjoys the noise they make when he moves. Around his neck all the time is a black choker with a sapphire oval-shaped pendant on it, shapes of waves etched into its surface. It was his mothers’.
Occupation
He has taken over his family’s business—the Girard Bakery—after his fathers’ death. He currently runs it alone, but is managing well enough, though it always seems he’s looking for employees.
History
Alexandre came from rather modest beginnings—his mother and father had come to Gables from Paris, France. They were both well-cultured and rather well-off when it came to money, but left to escape Alex’s mothers’ parents, who were rather hard-set on her taking over her company. Of course, needless to say, Flore did not want to be the owner of an employment agency, but instead wanted to cook and make pastries for the general public. They settled down in Gables, Flore and Henri, and the woman (pregnant at the time), bore Alexandre into the world, at the same time they opened the Girard Bakery.
They had to accommodate and conform to the English language, but taught their son both English and French as he grew up. Alexandre was a rather sweet young boy, but quite shy, and hard to make friends with anyone (especially considering there were many children who teased his rather thick accent, which got lighter the longer he lived there). That was quite all right with the Girard family, however, for they taught Alexandre how to cook and bake as soon as he was old enough to go into the kitchen. He grew up in the kitchen, around the stoves and the knives, and it’s a wonder he doesn’t have more scars.
During his younger teenage years (between the ages of thirteen and fifteen), he went through a period of time where he had an unusual fascination in the local high school male’s soccer team and realized something about himself. He told his mother and father about it, and his romantic interests were not important enough for them to make a big deal of it. He simply told them, they wished him well in finding a partner, and they got on with their lives.
When he was sixteen, he was struck with tragedy, as both of his parents were on the way home when their vehicle was struck. The other vehicle was nearly undamaged, but both of his parents were killed instantaneously. They had a will already written for him in case of such an accident, though, so Alexandre was set for life. However, the emotional blow to him was quite something and, if possible, he became even more withdrawn, closing the bakery for days on end and hardly eating or drinking, with nobody there to help him except for himself.
Eventually, though, he told himself that he should put what his parents taught him to good use and set to reviving the business, vowing to always work at making it better. Approximately five years went by since then, and, though he remains as quiet as antisocial as always, Alexandre faithfully tends to his business.
Likes: Baking, music, paintings, animals (except for rodents and insects), hot baths, shopping, dark colors, jewelry, French, the bakery, anything to do with art
Dislikes: Rodents (especially rats), insects, someone disturbing him when he’s cooking, rude people, people who don’t know when to keep their mouths shut, clubs or loud get-togethers
Fears: Rodents. He is afraid of them as well as disliking them. He also is nervous with candles, afraid they might catch something on fire. He refuses to leave any one lit for an extended period of time.
Name: Alexandre Girard
Nickname: Alex
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Caucasian—primarily of French descent
Orientation: Homosexual (of course)
Appearance
Height/build: He is surprisingly short for his age, considering that most men get their growth spurts later in life. He stands at 5”5, and is rather touchy about his height. His limbs are as slender as him, and he doesn’t appear to have much muscle, but he does. He has it in his arms and his shoulders, caused by his endless days of carrying around bags of flowers, cooking; chopping…working in a kitchen is surprisingly hard work, especially when you’re on your own. His legs are well-developed as well, as he’s usually always hurrying about. His firm muscles are usually hidden by his clothing.
Hair: A rich shade of golden-blond, it is fairly long, at least to the base of his neck. It curls and refuses to be straightened. It cuts across Alex’s forehead and dips low to hide part of his right eye. The rest curls softly against his cheeks and is sometimes pulled up into a ponytail at the back of his head to keep it out of the way when he’s cooking or baking, especially when.
Eyes: While his hair is bright, smooth and lush with color, his eyes are lacking as such. They are a rather bleak shade of gray—the right one is a rather paler hue, however, while his left eye is a dark stormy gray, with the unnerving tendency to stare, though he tries to tamper it by not looking directly at anyone. His hair grows so that his right eye is partially covered, however.
Skin: His skin is rather pale, and marred with the occasional pale scar, from either a serious burn, or cut from a knife, an especially prominent one on the inside of one of his forearms. The long scar has bleached the skin. The marks are usually hidden with long sleeves, however. The skin of his hands are calloused, though, from holding knives and baking all the time, as well as carrying and sweeping and other menial chores.
Clothing: Alex is rather proper in his clothing choices, rather conservative, to say the least. He doesn’t much like short-sleeved shirts, and opts instead for longer sleeved ones. They are usually of darker hue, with fancy designs over the left torso, like stripes or elaborate swirls that usually attract the eye. He likes darker colors—like deep violets, blues or indigo, and prefers to wear jeans whenever he can. They are usually dark like his shirt, and the only pale things about him are his skin, and his hair. Bangles are usually kept about his slim wrists, silver or gold in color, and he enjoys the noise they make when he moves. Around his neck all the time is a black choker with a sapphire oval-shaped pendant on it, shapes of waves etched into its surface. It was his mothers’.
Occupation
He has taken over his family’s business—the Girard Bakery—after his fathers’ death. He currently runs it alone, but is managing well enough, though it always seems he’s looking for employees.
History
Alexandre came from rather modest beginnings—his mother and father had come to Gables from Paris, France. They were both well-cultured and rather well-off when it came to money, but left to escape Alex’s mothers’ parents, who were rather hard-set on her taking over her company. Of course, needless to say, Flore did not want to be the owner of an employment agency, but instead wanted to cook and make pastries for the general public. They settled down in Gables, Flore and Henri, and the woman (pregnant at the time), bore Alexandre into the world, at the same time they opened the Girard Bakery.
They had to accommodate and conform to the English language, but taught their son both English and French as he grew up. Alexandre was a rather sweet young boy, but quite shy, and hard to make friends with anyone (especially considering there were many children who teased his rather thick accent, which got lighter the longer he lived there). That was quite all right with the Girard family, however, for they taught Alexandre how to cook and bake as soon as he was old enough to go into the kitchen. He grew up in the kitchen, around the stoves and the knives, and it’s a wonder he doesn’t have more scars.
During his younger teenage years (between the ages of thirteen and fifteen), he went through a period of time where he had an unusual fascination in the local high school male’s soccer team and realized something about himself. He told his mother and father about it, and his romantic interests were not important enough for them to make a big deal of it. He simply told them, they wished him well in finding a partner, and they got on with their lives.
When he was sixteen, he was struck with tragedy, as both of his parents were on the way home when their vehicle was struck. The other vehicle was nearly undamaged, but both of his parents were killed instantaneously. They had a will already written for him in case of such an accident, though, so Alexandre was set for life. However, the emotional blow to him was quite something and, if possible, he became even more withdrawn, closing the bakery for days on end and hardly eating or drinking, with nobody there to help him except for himself.
Eventually, though, he told himself that he should put what his parents taught him to good use and set to reviving the business, vowing to always work at making it better. Approximately five years went by since then, and, though he remains as quiet as antisocial as always, Alexandre faithfully tends to his business.
Likes: Baking, music, paintings, animals (except for rodents and insects), hot baths, shopping, dark colors, jewelry, French, the bakery, anything to do with art
Dislikes: Rodents (especially rats), insects, someone disturbing him when he’s cooking, rude people, people who don’t know when to keep their mouths shut, clubs or loud get-togethers
Fears: Rodents. He is afraid of them as well as disliking them. He also is nervous with candles, afraid they might catch something on fire. He refuses to leave any one lit for an extended period of time.