Post by oliver tybalt moreau on Oct 1, 2008 19:43:20 GMT -5
oh my, oliver!
what's your name and age, babe?
j'mappelle oliver. oliver tybalt moreau. let's start with my first name. oliver, simple and to the point. one of my mother's favorite shakespearean names, one that wouldn't cause too much ridicule for me in life. i thank her for that; she could have chosen guildenstern or something, so i will always be thankful to her for not doing so. what is in a name, truly? well, as far as i know, the only thing oliver was derived from is 'olive tree.' i don't concern myself with that, i don't really care. my name is my name, i'll just leave it at that. oliver, ollie, it doesn't matter. just, don't patronize me, please. and my middle name? tybalt... yeah, the villain in romeo an juliet? well, you see, my mother knew that, but she absolutely adored the name. i think it's also a shade of blue, but the shakespearean form is the only one i'm aware of being connected to my second name. i've held this name for twenty years now, born on november 24th... twenty years ago. i've been through a lot in my life and intend to write a book one day. or something. that's about it, my name is oliver and i'm twenty years old.
i like mysterious people. you got any secrets?
unfortunately, i do have quite a few secrets. i don't know why i'm going to tell them to you, but i suppose i have to. let's begin with my biggest secret. i escaped. where from, you may ask. an orphanage, not just any orphanage, but la tristesse d'enfants. i always hoped they just had a bad translator and the name wasn't intentional. but, then i realize, it had to be intentional. it was so true. that orphanage was the thing that killed my soul, and i'm still not sure of what brought it back. i suppose my sister and finding that life wasn't so bad. but... it's just really difficult to talk about. could i go on to the next secret? okay, so, when i was about five, the theater my mother and i lived in burned down and we were left with no money. my mama, well, she began a lady of the night. a cabaret dancer. a prostitute. i didn't know what she did for quite some time, or at least i didn't understand. it was the only way we were able to afford food and clothing and shelter, even if it was limited food, spared clothing, and a very small apartment in paris.
you think you look
self image and general appearance.
got any distinguishing features?
tattoos, piercings, other distinguishing features...
who do people say you look like?
face claim.
what words describe you? maybe because opposites attract, y'know.
pick around five and then put some background/evidence about them. kind of like the personality area of your bio.
habits can be kind of funny, don't you think?
habits & quirks.
what're some of your likes and dislikes?
obvious.
you've got some weaknesses? you shouldn't tell me, i'll use it against you. you've got strengths, too?
obvious.
what are the main points of your lifetime?
only the focal points of their lives, no need for extreme elaboration, but enough to understand.
the worst point of your life must have sucked, yeah?
worst memory.
but i guess the best time made up for it? it always does.
best memory.
hi, i'm name and i think i'm pretty adjective. i've been around the block for age years, but the roleplay scene's only been my thing for experience years years/months. i got over to this place through how you were referred here, so let's give them a shout out. oh, and by the way, i play other characters here too.
roleplay sample goes in here.