Adrien Dugard
Nov 24, 2013 0:13:57 GMT -5
Post by Cashew on Nov 24, 2013 0:13:57 GMT -5
ADRIEN DUGARD
The Basics
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 19 years old
Birth Date: April 8th
What Do You Look Like?
Appearance: At a height of five feet and ten inches, Adrien looks about as average as any young man in Kalos. He weighs in at around one hundred and forty-eight pounds with a relatively slender build. His skin has a pale glow to it, despite his desperate want for tanner skin. Alas, his skin burns too easily. His hair, a deep carmine hue, sits swept back into a modern style pompadour. It fades into a lighter shade of red as it reaches the tips.Although his face is round in shape, he has a variety of defining features that make up for his lack of prominent structure. Thick eyebrows frame sharp, half-lidded eyes of a silver hue. Despite his lazy, nonchalant expressions, his eyes speak of something mysterious and cunning. His favorite feature, aside from his broad tipped nose and crooked smile, will perhaps always be the beauty mark just below the corner of his mouth on his right cheek.
Starter Outfit: The easiest way to describe Adrien's style is "hipster," though it varies depending on the occasion. He wears a dark grey tee underneath a purple flannel with sleeves bunched up to his elbows. He's particularly fond of accessories, and wears a lavender bracelet along with a black buckle wristband around his right wrist. He also has one silver stud earring on his left ear.
As for pants, he wears black skinny jeans that slightly cover his black monks, in which he wears with grey ankle socks.
Who Are You?
Likes: Taking walks, Card games, Seafood, Security, Orchestral music (particularly strings), Making a profitDislikes: Spending money, Wasting time, Disobedience, Sweet/Rich foods, Not being in a crowd or a lively place
Fears: Losing the lifestyle he earned, Not making a name for himself
Goals: Secure a luxurious life for him and his girlfriend, To make a profit
Personality: Adrien is often times portrayed as the embodiment of "nonchalant." While he has his goals and motives in life, his go-with-the-flow mentality gives him an air of confidence that may borderline cockiness. He holds his head high and speaks only what is necessary. People describe him as charismatic, yet intimidating; lighthearted, but sly. While he might not mean to give off such a scary impression, he finds the slightest hint of satisfaction in the fear. Adrien is both a leader and a follower. He has his own method of doing things, but he will not put up too much of a fight if told to follow other instructions. More often than not, he'll try to find some sort of balance between both methods anyway.
Despite his easygoing personality, he is the kind of person that wants to get the job done quickly and efficiently. He is productive and innovative. While he doesn't show fear outwardly, it often eats away at him slowly before potentially causing him to shut down if things become too hard to handle. To combat his fears, he thinks multiple steps ahead and secures himself and those important to him a safe outcome before anyone else. Whether or not this makes him selfish, he does not care. He wants more than anything to keep his life and his loved ones protected.
Away from social activities however, Adrien is very sweet. Within the safety of his own home, he allows himself to lower his guard and relax. His intimidating aura subsides and instead replaces itself with something akin to gentleness. Sure, his sarcasm and snarky humor doesn't leave him, but he opens up more when he's away from the constant challenge of upholding his status. He thinks of himself as somewhere between upper class and upper middle; constantly maintaining that position keeps him on edge. Although he doesn't like it - nor will he ever admit it - he finds the most peace in solitude or in the company of very few people.
Where Did You Come From?
Hometown: Lumiose City, Kalos (Somewhere within North Boulevard)Family: Though his parents did not have a huge impact on him, the way they raised him definitely made a lasting impression. He has no siblings or relatives that live within the city.
Background: His family was raised on very little, and throughout his entire childhood that aspect never changed. Adrien learned how to manage his time and money very strictly at a young age since he had very little to begin with. His father worked while his mother stayed at home to care for him, but even then she usually did her own thing. The city life swallowed up the time his parents could have used to build a stronger bond with Adrien. This didn't bother him too much; it was the only thing he ever knew anyway. Instead, he spent his time venturing Lumiose for himself to get by. Where he lived, kids could feel safe knowing that their neighbors would at least look out for them. Adrien never ventured far beyond the neighbors he spoke to on rare occasions. Anything beyond that, he was told, was territory that belonged to Pokémon trainers.
The idea of becoming a Pokémon trainer fascinated him despite the scary stories the neighborhood kids would tell on the way home from school. Many of them described how they took money from weak trainers and left them penniless while others described them as fearless adventurers. Bullies or not, the thought of being able to travel independently and build a reputation from the bottom up amazed him. If it meant he could travel beyond his home, by all means he was willing to go for it. He did not become a trainer immediately, however, as it was against his parents' wishes. They convinced him to finish school, as neither of them did, before diving head first into this crazy dream. He obeyed their commands, but not without taking a lot of shortcuts to surpass the school system. Cheating became his best friend.
Though he hated sitting around listening to old people talk, the one good thing that came out of pursuing an education was meeting his current girlfriend, Camille. They didn't exactly start off as good friends in the beginning, but somewhere along the line Adrien realized he fell in love. Over time, he worked up the courage to ask her out. She rejected, but eventually she came around (fourth time's the charm, he says). Camille also expressed an interest in Pokémon training, and it was then that they promised they would travel together.
Finally after graduating, he left his parents' home to fulfill that promise.
Behind The Scenes
Your name: Cashew
RP experience: I've been roleplaying for about 6 or 7 years, but I didn't really take it seriously until about 4 years ago. I roleplay in a variety of formats: script, comic, and multi-paragraph. However, it's been almost a year since I've properly roleplayed, so I may be very rusty. I've never participated on a forum like this and have only roleplayed privately in chats or on Tumblr.
RP example:
RP experience: I've been roleplaying for about 6 or 7 years, but I didn't really take it seriously until about 4 years ago. I roleplay in a variety of formats: script, comic, and multi-paragraph. However, it's been almost a year since I've properly roleplayed, so I may be very rusty. I've never participated on a forum like this and have only roleplayed privately in chats or on Tumblr.
RP example:
Two seconds saved his life.
And it was those two seconds that allowed his hands to reach for the blade, albeit clumsy and acting upon instinct. Golden irises clashed with those of a cold, minty gray. They were cloudy and had an eerie sense of profession to their murderous gaze. Who was this kid? Why did he attack him, and how did he even find him?
Sin clenched tightly at the perpetrator’s hand that threatened to force its blade into his very lifeline. Warm, strikingly red blood slithered between his fingers as the gash widened. God damn it hurt, but like hell he’d let this little brat get the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Who the hell are you?!” He seethed between clenched teeth. He eyed the kid’s arms and immediately caught sight of the red wires coiled around them like snakes. He glared at the arm holding him to the ground; no doubt he had a second blade hidden up his sleeve. He also took note of how thin and nimble he was. The boy obviously didn't weigh much, and his bandage-covered face suggested he’d suffered some intense abuse not too long ago.
This is reality. This is an assassin.
And it was those two seconds that allowed his hands to reach for the blade, albeit clumsy and acting upon instinct. Golden irises clashed with those of a cold, minty gray. They were cloudy and had an eerie sense of profession to their murderous gaze. Who was this kid? Why did he attack him, and how did he even find him?
Sin clenched tightly at the perpetrator’s hand that threatened to force its blade into his very lifeline. Warm, strikingly red blood slithered between his fingers as the gash widened. God damn it hurt, but like hell he’d let this little brat get the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Who the hell are you?!” He seethed between clenched teeth. He eyed the kid’s arms and immediately caught sight of the red wires coiled around them like snakes. He glared at the arm holding him to the ground; no doubt he had a second blade hidden up his sleeve. He also took note of how thin and nimble he was. The boy obviously didn't weigh much, and his bandage-covered face suggested he’d suffered some intense abuse not too long ago.
This is reality. This is an assassin.