Post by Claude Bonaparte on May 12, 2010 13:41:24 GMT
CLAUDE GASTON BONAPARTE
""Emptiness inside me,
wonder if you see.
It's my mistake,
and it's hurting me."
""Emptiness inside me,
wonder if you see.
It's my mistake,
and it's hurting me."
FULL NAME Claude Gaston Bonaparte
ALIAS Clo
AGE twenty five
NATIONALITY France
OCCUPATION Prince
PERSONALITY Claude has never been... weak. People who are weak are of really no worth to him, because being weak to him is a fault. He's strong, which also means he's independent. Ever since he was little, Claude has taken anything from anyone. He stands up for himself, and he will stand up for people he loves, but no one else. He is independent, and because of this intense trait, he is also seen as headstrong. He thinks for himself. If something doesn't seem right, and someone tells him to do it, he'll do exactly the opposite. Instead of trusting and following his heart, he thinks everything through with logic. He doesn't want to rush into things that he won't be able to get out of, making him a strategical thinker.
Claude has always been highly intelligent. Being on top of his game has been something that comes like second nature to him. His intelligence sky rockets, but his creativity isn't exactly the same. He's never been good at anything - well, creative. He isn't really into athletics either, but he can do most sports easily. Claude doesn't really understand very much if it isn't logical. He doesn't really understand anything when it comes to love and friendship, but he loves and looks out for his family as much as he can. He interests himself in politics and tries his hardest to be like his father, so that one day he will be a great leader of the country.
SEXUALITY Straight
APPEARENCE Claude is approximately 6'2, he takes after his father in his height. His body has incredible muscles, as he keeps his body in tip-top shape. His body is slim and athletic, not overly bulky or excessively thin. Unlike many others, Claude does not weigh an excessive amount, he only weighs about one hundred and fifty pounds. He doesn't believe himself to be perfect, or handsome, but he indeed is. Girls swoon over him a lot of the time, but he doesn't even notice.
Clo likes to wear suits and formal things, rather then jeans and a shirt like other males his age. Jeans seem incredibly strange and informal to him, and he always has to appear his best for his kingdom. His hair changes constantly, because it grows incredibly quick. Sometimes he has it longer (near his chin), and at times its shorter on his head. His hair is a chocolate brown in the light, but usually looks dark brown. He has almost hazel colored eyes, a mix of blue and brown.
PLAY BY Orlando Bloom
MOTHER --
FATHER KING BONAPARTE, ---------, 43.
SIBLINGS PRINCE BONAPARTE, ---------,, 22 .
PRINCESS BONAPARTE, Jeanne, 19.
PETS none.
HISTORY Claude was the first into the line of the Bonaparte's, meaning that instilled in him was all the grace and the weight of the whole family on his shoulders. From an early age he was taught how to be king, told that one day he would rule over a country, and that he would have to be like his father in all respects. He decided that he could do it, and he took on the same demeanor as his famous father. He was strangely quiet, exceptionally controlled, thoughtful, and independent, and this was at the age of five. He tried his hardest to impress both of his parents, seeing as he already had a younger brother. But then, his sister was born.
She was the only princess in a family of brothers. She stood out from the moment she was born. Claude already loved her dearly because she was connected to him by blood, but not only that but she was a lot like himself. So they grew up their, Claude was completely devoted to growing up and becoming the king of France, it was etched into every single fiber of his being. He was exactly what the people wanted for a king too, handsome, intelligent, and had an interest in his people. At the age of eight, he met the girl he was too be married too. She was beautiful, but Claude had no interest in her other than being a friend. He took recent visits out to the towns of France with his servant, meeting the people that lay outside his palace walls. He made many allies as he made his travels, and many girls swooned over him, but he didn't even seem too notice them.
That was when disaster struck. At the age of twenty two, his dear mother died. Claude was heartbroken, and mourned over her loss. For weeks the household was silent, even the house was mourning the loss of the great queen. The whole country fell to silence. With their mother gone, Jeanne did her part by assuming the position of Queen to help everything get back into place. Still grieving the loss of the Queen, Claude helped his father by assuming the position of King for only a short week, before handing it rightfully back to him. Now the family has invited to Russia, where Claude will finally marry the girl he has been betrothed too. But does he really want too? He is only doing it for his country and his father; is that not enough?
NAME heart(:
AGE fourteeeen.
GENDER GURLIO.
TIMEZONE -8 Pacific mann.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE five years!
OTHER CHARACTERS Rozalina Romanov
PASSWORD --- Admin Edit ---
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Daniel was particularly bored at the given time. He had already eaten twice today, which was rather a lot for Daniel, so his stomach was full. Not only did this make him giddish, it made him rather sluggish as well. So at the moment he was walking slowly toward the cemetery. Anybody else would think that a cemetery would be a slightly morbid place to enjoy your evening, but then, most people weren't a narcissistic vampire who laughed at dead people... like Daniel. He snorted to himself slightly, twisting his cap around on his head. Suddenly bored, he flipped his hat over his head, ruffling his long blonde hair. With a soft head flick it fixed itself like magic. Another plus of being Daniel.
There was something rather... difficult for Daniel as he came to this graveyard. It happened every single time he visited a graveyard, no matter where it was in the world. Every time he came to one, especially at night, it reminded him of the only memory he could remember from his early years. Becca. He could see her in his head, and even though Daniel was completely reckless and unstoppable, she was the only thing he had ever even cared about. He had loved her like a brother loved a sister, like a best friend should love a best friend. He didn't really love her as anything more than a friend, even though she had, but she hadn't deserve to die by his actions. She had been checking up on him and before he knew it... He almost cringed at the thought, but continued toward the cemetery, unwilling to show any type of weakness to anyone.
As soon as Daniel entered the gates to the cemetery, he felt it. The aura. It hung in the air, and most other vampires would have had the sense to turn around and walk away before being killed by something more powerful then themselves. But of course, Dan didn't have common sense, and he still considered himself one of the most powerful things out there - which of course was wrong - but he hadn't been proved wrong yet. His arrogance was clear from the way he held himself, and if anyone would have looked at him at that precise moment, they would have known fucked up he was in the head. His dim expression had been lit up to a sneer, and his shoulders were hunched over. He looked like a predator just about to find his prey, and it was absolutely frightening.
He decided to not take the path that was decorated with the dark aura, but instead started weaving throughout countless headstones and dodging behind old statues. He didn't take any care to avoid them, his eyes were fixated ahead, his gray iris' searching in the dark for the vampire that he knew was there. He was power hungry - more than anyone in this god damn city - and his current position was not enough. He wouldn't give up until he had destroyed Patch and Aubrey, which meant he wasn't the friendliest and most loyal person... correction, he wasn't at all. In any case, he finally found the source of the aura. Somewhere in front of the large statue he happened to be standing behind the vampire was lurking, and Dan was practically bathing in the darkness that lured him in. He swiftly hopped onto the statue, and sat himself on top of it, peering down to see who was there.
He couldn't help but be slightly surprised. It was Sean. Dan raised an eyebrow, watching as he peered over a faded headstone. Dan sat there for a few minutes, rather bored as he watched him. Daniel still soaked up in Sean's aura, which was usually contained. See, Daniel never contained his aura, even when he was around humans. It was normally the reason that humans tried to avoid him, and he positively loved it. So he peered down at Sean, predicting that he already knew he was sitting high up on the statue looking down at him. He leant his elbow on his knee and put his face in his palm and sat there for a minute. "It's nice to see you here too," Daniel mumbled loud enough for him to hear.
