Post by leighferine on Jan 15, 2010 19:00:50 GMT -5
Leigh Clarence Ferine
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Taizen Osore
Age: 18
Roleplaying Experience: Eight years.
How you found the site: Another roleplay site by the name of ‘Chocolat Academy’.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Leigh Clarence Ferine
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: His eyes are heterochromatic; one is brown, one is green.
Skin Tone: Caucasian; Though A Tad Bit Too Pale
Height: 5”6’
Weight: 130
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation: Claims to be Heterosexual, actually Homosexual.
Why they are in La Campana: His parents sent him here for the simple reason that they want to make sure that he’s as ‘straight’ as he claims he is.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Silence
- Books
- Privacy
- Being Acknowledged
- Appearing Older Than He Truly Is
- Challenges
- Being Superior To Others
- Tidiness
- His Own Reflection
- Cherry Blossom Trees
Dislikes:
- Loud, Sudden Noises
- Being Disturbed When He’s Sleeping
- Being Ignored
- Morons
- Simplicity
- His Actual Age
- Nosy People
- Being Told What To Do
- Animals
- The Lack Of Cleanliness That Most Teenagers Possess
- Being Called A “Douche”
- Flirts
Turn Ons:
- Bondage
- Sexually Explicit Books
- Boys In Tight-Fitting Clothes
- Sadism
Turn Offs:
- Indifference
- Girlish, Clingy Boys
- Women
- Drag Queens
Nervous Habits: His two most predominating nervous habits are a) fidgeting while standing and/or sitting, and b) obsessively cleaning his glasses; other habits of his include: tugging on the collar of his shirt, fiddling with the folds of his clothes, and bouncing his left leg rapidly, almost as if he’s having a muscle spasm.
Fears: Leigh has—despite his denial of such—many fears. These fears include: boats, large animals, germs, getting sick, deadly diseases, needles, damaging a library book, failure, and losing IQ points.
Goals/Aspirations: His goal is to become either a highly renowned scientist, or to become a doctor of some sort. If neither of these plans work out, he is hell-bent on becoming a lawyer.
Appearance: Leigh is a tall, pale man. He is often seen dressed in formal attire. He is a man of business, so showing any amount of his body is not tolerated, so he keeps himself fully clothed, from his neck to his toes. He even keeps his hands gloved when he's outside of his room or the library, likely to avoid getting any 'teenage hormonal scum' on himself. He is almost always seen with a disgusted look on his face. This most likely comes from his strict family life, as well as his blatant avoidance of anything he doesn’t deem worthy enough to be in his presence. He is lean, and has dark brown hair that is short and somewhat curly in the back, but has two random, rather long side pieces that frame his face quite nicely. He is often seen in a red sweater, along with a lab coat and black skinny jeans. His shoes are usually black dress shoes, but he can occasionally be seen wearing converse. His eyes, which are usually either half-lidded with boredom or squinted, are heterochromatic, meaning that they are each a different color. One is green, one is brown. He wears thick-rimmed, black glasses, but doesn't really need them. They are merely to make him appear older and more mature than he really is.
Personality: Leigh is as cuddly as a missile. You never know when he'll blow up on you. Leigh doesn't throw punches, but his verbal lashes are enough to inflict pain, depending on whom he's degrading. Leigh doesn't trust people, he hasn't trusted anyone for the past eight years, and anyone he spends time with is going to get insulted like everyone else.
On the surface, Leigh is amiable though he's perpetually displeased with the world. For anyone Leigh meets, he makes it his objective to worm his way under their skin, make them as fragile as possible before sending them off with a disgusted frown. He'll befriend someone and belittle them in the same breath, and is frighteningly direct with his insults and deflating comments.
Whenever he's been cut deep, Leigh swallows his tears and holds back his glares, brushing it off and acting just as cold to the offender, his words pleasant but with the implications of a downright venomous manner.
Failure is what frightens him the most. What Leigh really wants to do (and rather enjoys doing) is to break people, to bring them down before they bring him down. Though self-defense is his primary motive, Leigh has a sadist streak, his ill intentions hidden under the pretence of being a 'douche'. Given such, Leigh doesn't have friends. Also, having spent so much time observing the pain he causes others, he has even grown fond of inflicting physical pain upon himself.
When alone, Leigh's favorite and most common activity is to curl up with a book on any subject and devote his time to understanding its every element, especially if it's something higher than his level or higher than what the average teen could even comprehend.
Also, another random little tidbit: He gets nosebleeds whenever people make out openly in front of him. It's not so much that he's turned on, more that it just.... happens.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Desmond Ferine; 39
Mother: Layla Ferine; 38
Sibling/s: N/A
Other important relatives: N/A
Pets: N/A
History: Born on May 12, 1991 to the welcome arms of Desmond and Layla Ferine, Leigh Ferine was but another rich kid living in England in the 21st century. This grand life was quite advantageous; Leigh could purchase anything he wanted, be it a new microscope or his own CAT scanner (for whatever reason he needed one of them). With the mansion full of gadgets and books, Leigh’s family was suffering from the solitude that he forced upon them.
Whatever times he did go outside, Leigh took long, usually tedious walks around town, or through the local parks. His parents would often spend their time at their summer house, leaving Leigh alone for long periods of time. He practically raised himself, some would say. Though often fatigued from his frequent studies, Leigh thought it was going to be a quiet, dull life alone, with only himself for company.. until his parents came home suddenly, and told him to pack his bags. They had decided that they were going to send him away to some school in Barcelona.. wonderful. And thus, he was ever-so-rudely kicked out of his own home and shoved onto a private plane to Spain.
At the current time, Leigh has gotten quite used to the school; but much to his horror, there are many things that make him doubt his true sexuality. This, quite frankly, has driven him to hide in the library whenever he has free time, and he will often point out to the people that he’s attracted to that they aren’t worth his company… he is a classic case of ‘if they’re mean to you, that means they like you’.
Roleplaying Sample: “So you’re saying that this...this thing… is man’s best friend?” Peering at the furry abomination through a pane of glass that was much too thin for his liking—he could smell the beast’s breath from his position—Leigh scowled, heterochromatic eyes peering into shining black ones. “I’m ashamed to call myself a man, if they think these creatures are adequate company.” He pushed up his glasses. His mother, who stood a few feet away, heaved an annoyed sigh. Her heavy make-up and shining jewelry made her look quite out of place in the overcrowded, overly average pet store as she called loudly to her son, “Hurry up and pick something! We haven’t got all day!” The teen’s eye twitched. This woman really thought he was going to buy one of these creatures? Turning sharply, he glowered at his mother, and said, “I wouldn’t even honor these abominations with names, let alone purchase one!” The bottle-blonde woman scowled. “Then why did you come in to this rotten place?” Now, Leigh was silent. Why did he come in, if he hated these animals as much as he claimed to? Spotting the triumphant smirk on his mother’s face, he snapped, “I merely wanted to make sure that these creatures were really what I assumed them to be; they are nothing more than rotten, unworthy bags of filth!”
Layla snickered. “Oh, what bull. You know you want a pet.” She grinned, pearly white teeth gleaming. Every time the two of them went downtown, she always tried to trick him into buying a pet… she had always wanted a Chihuahua. But of course, Leigh was as stubborn as a mule. There was no way that he would ever even touch one of the creatures, without gloves on. Plus, last time he checked, he was allergic to pet dander. “No. You know damn well that I will not tolerate those yapping, overgrown rats.” He paused, noticing that his mother was staring at a particularly small Chihuahua. “Especially not the one you’re eyeballing right now.” The blond glared at her son, before grasping Leigh’s sleeve and marching him out of the pet store. Turning him to face her, the woman opened her mouth to speak— “The only thing you’re accomplishing is wrinkling my clothes.” Layla’s eyebrow twitched, and she released him. She knew that, no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to crack the teen.
“Now, if you would kindly step aside, I would like to go to Staples and buy something useful.” Pushing past his mother, he walked down the sidewalk, leaving her there to ponder why her son hated life so much. She knew that, the longer he remained like this, the more he’d long for company.. and the more he longed for company, the more likely it was that he'd abandon his claimed sexual preference, and simply spend his time with whatever person—female or otherwise—that could tolerate his company.... and that disturbed her. Meanwhile, as Leigh was strolling through the aisles of Staples, he spotted something that made his usually stoic and pale face flare a bright, heated pink. A man—or would he be a boy? He looked to be in his mid-twenties—in a tight-fitting pink shirt and equally tight jeans was standing near a rack of notebooks, his eyes wandering from one person to the next. As the man’s gaze landed on him, Leigh scowled and turned sharply away, pretending to be occupied with something. But, this was to no effect. The man strode over to him, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Fidgeting, Leigh turned. “Oi, what were ya’ starin’ at?” the man asked, his voice showing obvious unintelligence. Leigh’s eye twitched, and whatever attraction he had to the man sputtered out like a candle in the wind. “Nothing.” Turning, he strode away, his glasses casting an opaque gleam over his eyes. Maybe one day he’d actually find someone who met his criteria, but until then… he’d simply dream.