Post by Claude Chessaire on Aug 30, 2009 23:04:29 GMT -5
Claude Chessaire.
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Anna.
Age: --
Roleplaying Experience: Three to four years.
How you found the site: Been here for a while. This is my last character.
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[/size][/center]Name: Claude Chessaire.
Gender: Male.
Age: 32.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Black.
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned.
Height: 6'3".
Weight: 230.
Wealth: Rich.
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious.
Why they are in La Campana: Claude came to La Campana of his own accord, hoping to be reunited with his younger brother, Joshua Valor Chessaire. He was also in pursuit of a teaching career so that he could make money while out of France.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
+ Sports.
+ Body-Building.
+ Strong disposition.
+ Children.
+ A sense of leadership.
+ Spiked Hair
+ Tattoos.
+ Piercings.
+ Furry objects.
+ Tight clothing.
+ Independent Behavior.
Dislikes:
+ Disobedient children..
+ People stronger than himself.
+ Homophobic individuals.
+ Baggy clothing.
+ The color pink.
+ Unnaturally colored hair.
+ People who are overweight.
+ Joshua Valor Chessaire.
Turn Ons:
+ A good fight.
+ Blond hair, blue eyes.
+ Strength.
+ Gore.
+ Bondage.
+ Large-chested women.
Turn Offs:
+ Cute individuals.
+ An easy target.
+ Cowards.
+ Emotional Ties.
Nervous Habits:
+ Biting his thumb.
+ Tapping his foot.
+ Tearing paper.
+ Smoking cigarettes.
Fears:
+ Losing his family's favor.
+ Being overcome by his youngest sibling.
Goals/Aspirations:
+ To gain revenge against Valor Chessaire.
+ Wreck havoc at La Campana.
+ To get custody of his two children.
Appearance: Claude is a 6'3" body of pure muscled, rippling from his neck to the tip of his toes. Some would say that he is heavy, due to his weight, but not a single pound of it is fat, due to his healthy diet. Because of an overly obsessive father, Claude grew up basing his life after his father's image, wanting to grow up as strong and formed as his father, Olivier. It is quite apparent in his build that Claude spends more time working out than he spends on any other activity, always finding time to run laps through the worst of weather. He is the true essence of an Italian, even though he is half French. His hair is a rich and dark brown, fitting perfectly with his eyes that are so dark that they appear to be black. Claude's skin is a light tan, like most of his other siblings, and his features are abnormally big, including his nose, hands, feet, and other various places. Claude keeps his hair short and piked, using more gel in his hair that a single salon would use in an entire day. Claude is almost always wearing incredibly tight-fitting black clothing, sometimes wearing white, but only when wearing his black leather vest with white fur at the top. Always wearing leather, Claude often shows off his great physique, his body seemingly flawless, unless you start counting the faint scars that like to randomly appear out of nowhere. On Claude's left hand is a red tattoo of a winged snake, circling around and eating its own tail. Claude has only one piercing in his left ear, normally occupied with a small black stud. On Claude's face is always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that only come off when he is sleeping, getting wet, or fighting.
Personality: Claude is the epitome of cocky, his entire outlook on life based on the fact that he is stronger than almost every person he knows of. Claude often gets into fights with others and, on almost every occasion, he comes out victorious. Claude is not always the nicest person in the world, in fact, the only person he was ever known to be sweet to, other than his children and wife, was Valor, his youngest brother, but that was not lasting. Even though he is normally quite an ass, Claude has an extreme soft-spot for children, under the age of nine, and often finds himself spoiling his own children on a daily basis. If on his good side, he can seem like an incredibly fun person, usually finding the time to go out and have fun, whether he can spend the time or not. When alone, Claude is usually recollecting data from his past endeavors, finding that he is able to learn from old experiences. He tends to think of the past more than the present, but uses his past to decided his own future. Although some would find it stupid, he often looks over whatever is happening, and tries to discover what will happen instead. So, a lot of his time is spent making plans or plotting devious excursions.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Olivier Chessaire // 58.
Mother: Deceased.
Sibling/s:
Valor Chessaire // 15.
Paul Chessaire // 27.
John Chessaire // 24.
Alphonse Chessaire // 22.
Anton Chessaire // 20.
Edouard Chessaire // 20.
Leon Chessaire // 17.
Other important relatives:
Cynthia Chessaire // Ex-Wife. // 29.
Clara Chessaire // Daughter. // 3.
Fabrizzio Chessaire // Son. // 7.
Pets:None.
History: Claude was born, first of eight children, all male, in Italy. His father and mother were on complete opposite ends of the spectrum, his mother being a blond-hair, blue-eyed, French lady with perfect manners and an incredibly kind outlook, and his father being a scruff and tough Italian who spent most of his time trying to impress others with his strength. Claude took after heartily after his father, wanting to impress the strong male figure with his own strengths, applying heavily in sports and fighting classes. Although he took after his father, Claude could often be found speaking with his mother, having a strong knowledge of things that would be thought of as "feminine", such as cooking, cleaning, and writing. Most of these things he used to help take care of the house whenever his mother was pregnant, which happened when Claude was five, eight, ten, twelve, fifteen, and last when he was seventeen. Each child was exactly like Claude, brown hair and dark eyes, spending a lot of their time growing strong and fighting among themselves. because Claude was, in fact, the oldest, they looked up to him as a makeshift father and often went to him with their problems. Claude taught them all how to take care of themselves, just as Claude's mother had taught him to take care of a family. Everything started to change, though, when Claude was seventeen. After giving birth to the youngest son, Valor, his mother died of physical stress and blood loss. Valor was the only one of the eight males that had blond hair and blues eyes, just like his mother.
After Valor was born, Claude found an odd obsession with the young boy, wanting to watch over and take care of him for their mother's sake. At least, that was what he told people. From the day that Valor was born, Claude began to hold and nurture him, knowing that Valor would never have the ability to know the love that all of them received from their mother. Claude grew to have an unnatural love for Valor, very similar to the love that he held for his mother, but different in the fact that, as he watched Valor grow and mature, he grew more enthralled with his looks than his actual personality. Claude's entire process of thinking for Valor was that the two of them were the same, both of them being incredibly similar in how they acted and spoke. Over time, Claude became over-protective and obsessive over his younger brother, wanting to keep him away from all of their other siblings. He figured Valor to be different than the rest of them; Valor was special and gifted, not to be put to the same standards as the others. When Claude was twenty-three, Valor only six-years-old, Claude decided that it was his job to teach Valor about sexual encounters, an obvious excuse to touch his younger brother inappropriately. Soon after, Claude realized just how big of a mistake it was and fled to France to make a new life, thinking that he would never have to return to Italy.
While in France, Claude met Cynthia, a kind woman with blond hair and blue eyes. They quickly fell in love and got married, only four months after meeting. They had two children together, Clara and Fabrizzio. Although Claude was content with his new life, he found it difficult to forget about his family back in Italy, especially his youngest brother, Valor. On the day of Valor's fourteenth birthday, Claude decided to return, hoping to receive a warm welcome. For the most part, his family was thrilled to have him there, but Valor seemed drawn back, wanting nothing to do with him. Hoping to make some sort of amends, Claude asked to speak with Valor alone. At first, it seemed to go well, Valor excepting the gift of a fine black suit and showing a slight affection by giving a hug, but things took a turn for the worse when Valor began to question Claude on his motives for leaving. As the two brothers began to grow angry with each other, their yelling turned into brawling, which escalated with Claude stripping the other. Valor, however, had gotten much stronger since last they had seen each other, and the tables turned. Both parties were hostile, but when the rest of the family found out about the incident, they decided to take sides with Claude, not knowing of his past encounters with the youngest son.
After the incident, Claude fled back to France where he grew obsessed to become stronger than the younger brother who had passed him. Claude had been the teacher, but refused to let his student become the stronger. Wanting to get revenge, Claude began to work out again, spending time away from his family to work late nights at the gym. Fed up with his antics, Cynthia divorced Claude and had him move out of the house, but that only gave Claude more of a reason to dislike his youngest brother, blaming Valor for his wife leaving him. Without a home, Claude went back to his home in Italy, only to discover that Valor had been sent to a boarding school in Barcelona, Spain. Claude quickly followed suit.
Role playing Sample: It felt like every vain in his body was popping, lines of blue appearing from every inch of his tan skin, glimmering in the soft brush of sweat. He had been in the gym for almost five hours, having spent most of his entire day running laps around the track of the football field. Claude was not feeling the least bit tired, his entire physique showing how obvious his exercising patterns were. Claude was always working out. He never found time to do anything other than exercising, except, of course, for every other weekend when he was taking care of his two children. There was always enough time for Claude to spoil his children, even if he had made plans to do otherwise. That, however, had been the most difficult thing about the divorce and move. Now that Claude was living so far from France, he was unable to even see his children. Plans had been made, of course, for the two of them to visit over holidays, but that would never be enough time to spend with them. Using every bit of power he had, he would attempt to gain custody of them, but there was too much against him; it would never happen. With everything that had occurred in the past year alone, Claude was assured a faint joint custody, knowing that his wife was going to be the one with actual control over the young children... But those thoughts were the last that Claude wanted in his head. There was much more than needed to be plotted, planned, and executed. How?
With a twitch of his arm, Claude lifted the three-hundred-pound weight, his muscles rippling under the sudden pressure that was forcing down on them. No matter how quiet, the thirty-two-year-old found his thinking at its best whenever he was lifting weights, especially on days when he had to ponder his future. Now that he was living in a new place, where everyone around him spoke a language that he did not quite understand, he had nothing to do other than work at the gym and think. He very well could not hold a decent conversation with a local, and he sure had no real work that he needed to do. Working at school would not have been difficult, especially if he was going to go into Health and Coaching. How hard would it be? Sure, the money was terrible, but Claude was not exactly poor. In fact, he was quite wealthy due to his family in Italy. He did not need the funds, but the school that he planned on working was more of a convenience than an inconvenience, especially now that he was knowledgeable of where the person was that he was searching for. Quietly, Claude let off of the weight, sitting up on the lifting bench and taking the cloth around his shoulders to his face, his eyes closed in deep thought. Sure, he was smiling, but the heavy thoughts covered his sadistic desires in a coat of realistic caring. He could have had everything in the world, but somewhere along the line, Claude had knowingly given it up to search for revenge. Perhaps the saying was true. "When plotting revenge, dig two graves."
