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___________________ " i miss you lord , i miss adventure !

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What a drag.

At first Rin had been happy to join the village - albeit a little heartbroken she wouldn't get to see her friends anymore - and she had learned to adapt. It had been nice to have a mother figure like Keade, nice to have a home to go back to, nice to have a little garden, nice to learn the many teachings her Lord had insisted on her. And to cheer the child up, every once and a while said Lord would come for a visit. Often bearing gifts, like a new Kimono, a pretty piece of jewelry, a rare flower. Though the best gift was getting to see the two of them again; tease Jaken, ask Sesshomaru of events that had happened in his life, occasionally get to hear a story if he was in a gentler mood (or if no one was looking).

But soon enough, that had all grown boring. The young brown haired girl once again craved the excitement of adventure; meeting new friends, waiting for her lord, cuddling with Ah-Un by the fireside. He really was a gentle creature, even if his two headed appearance often scared others away. Rin smiled at the memories, looking down to the basket of wild flowers, berries, and mushrooms she had found. Of course, she had had to stop in the grassy field and make matching flower crowns for her and Inuyasha. She had grown fairly attached to the half Demon, as he was around a lot more than her precious Sesshomaru, however related. It made her feel more connected, if you will - though he more than likely found her to be an annoyance, she was sure she had grown on him over the five years of awaiting Kagome's return.

However, she dare not touch the mushrooms or berries yet; always in a daze, she rarely paid attention to Kaede's guides of what was poisonous and what one could eat. However, she was smart enough to wait and ask at least. Sighing gently, the young girl flopped onto her back, picking out a particularly nice pink spring flower to add to the mess. Thoughts flooded that ever happy, innocent mind of hers; wondering what would happen today, wondering if perhaps she would see her Lord and Jaken, wondering if Kaede would make something delicious of the mushrooms she had collected. Anything and everything that could fill that curious mind.

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My name is...

PUDDING . TUTTI . RED

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Nickname | Pudding Pop!
Age | She's been around since the beginning of the little town, of course! Though she only looks about thirteen.
Gender | Female!
Sexual Orientation | Why, don't be silly! She's not interested in romance, though she does quite love the flowers! Somewhat asexual, I suppose.
Birthday | Seven, Summer.
Occupation | She is the Red Harvest Sprite, and quite proud. She is in charge of pollination of the crops! It is said that if you happen to see her, your crops will do very well.
Residence | She is much too small to live in a common home, thus she takes residence within a cozy little tree near one of the lakes.

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Personality | Pudding is a creative little thing, with a flare for being quite impish. Though confident, she rarely hangs out with anyone other than the other Harvest Sprites, and the Harvest Goddess, believing that the villagers want her for nothing more than her magic. She has an awful sweet tooth, and is known for occasionally stealing a cake or two. And maybe a pretty jewel; usually the villagers let her, in fear of the little pixies temperamental ways. Do not put it past her to reign havoc upon your crops and plants if you anger her. She'll make even your house plants wilt! Also, if you see that she's managed to wedge herself under something, or in between, feel free to help her. She may appear angry, but that's just her pride; she'll give you a wonderful present later.
Biography | Born from a bit of sunshine, laughter, love, and a great big red tulip was Pudding, the Red Harvest Sprite. Since she was young, she always knew her job in the village; she was in charge of pollination. To make sure those busy bees and humming birds did their job! At first her task was rather hard, however she got a good grip on the tricksters eventually, and now she makes sure the plants are properly pollinated every year. There is no doubt that Pudding is a bit of a trickster, however! She enjoys teasing the villagers and generally being a little brat, using her power to get whatever she pleases. Perhaps she's a bit greedy; but can you blame her? A little fun now and again is always a wonderful thing~!
Likes |
✿ Cakes!
✿ Shining fruit of all types!
✿ Red yarn.
✿ Anything red, really.
✿ All flowers; though tulips are her favorite.
✿ Rubies.
✿ Pretty trinkets; she's a bit bird like.
Dislikes |
✿ Failed dishes.
✿ Rotten fruits.
✿ Darkness.
✿ Thunderstorms.
✿ Vegetables.
✿ Large spiders. They are not friendly!
✿ When people call her small ( though, that is true; she's barely one foot tall! )
Fears |
✿ Loosing control.
✿ Being squashed.

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Crush | Never thought about it, honestly.
Extra Pictures | One is certainly enough!
Other | Being a Sprite, and a small one at that, she is just barely a foot tall. Because she is in charge of pollination, she has quite the adorable set or crystalline wings; don't be surprised if you see her buzzing about.

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My name is...

JULIAN . CORNELIUS . MAYFAIR

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Nickname | Jules, mind you, if you were to call him that he may just release his wrath upon your face.
Age | Roughly twenty, though you didn't hear that from me!
Gender | He would be happy to give a little show, if you truly cannot guess.
Sexual Orientation | It's . . . questionable. Though he doesn't show much interest in relationships at all, really.
Birthday | Eighteen, Fall. Do buy him gifts, please - for your own sake! He shan't be needing to zap you, then.
Occupation | Finest Wizard in the land, if he does say so himself. ( Disclaimer ; Julian is totally wrong).
Residence | Countryside House one.

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Personality | Julian is a quirky fellow, at best, and just plain deranged, at worst. It is not strange to seem him muttering, or breaking tea cups simply because. He also has a fairly violent temper, leading to many a curses being cast and much too much drama being stirred. He believes he is simply the best thing since sliced toast, and is not afraid to show off his magical abilities; bitterly chewing out anyone who dare oppose him. He has an odd obsession with poisonous plants and reptiles and dark colors. Thus his little shack is almost always - if not always - quite dark and ominous. He enjoys angering and taunting people, and is often only really friendly to other witches and wizards. Julian is very, very strange - do not be surprised if he zones out mid sentence or makes some odd noise before scampering off, and do not expect much sympathy from him at all. He believes love is a very stupid thing, and much too troublesome. The Wizard certainly add a bits of character to the little town!
Biography | Julian had the abnormal life of any good Mayfair Witch or Wizard. Though being born a male was a slight disappointment to his family, as the female witches are considered to excel, it just gave him more of a reason to push himself onwards. He found himself becoming quite good in the art of magic, far surpassing the likes of any one of his female siblings, and his family were quite proud of the young wizard. However, at the age of sixteen he decided it was time for him to study abroad and alone, as many of the Mayfair witches and wizards do. So he packed up his bags and left France at only just sixteen. He traveled a year before coming across this town, where he finally decided to stay. The townsfolk were weary of him at first - most of them still are - but the oddity grew on the little village. He has since inhabited his little shack, studying magic in hopes of truly impressing his family when he returns back to France, his one true home. Julian isn't particularly friendly to any of the villagers, thus earning him the anti-social hermit title.
Likes |
▭ anything remotely dark in color.
▭ burnt toast ; burnt dishes in general.
▭ black coffee (secretly filled to the brim with sugar, which is most unhealthy!).
▭ cocoa.
▭ junk ore.
▭ poisonous plants and reptiles.
▭ his crow, Crow.
Dislikes |
▭ brighter colors in general.
▭ being otherwise put down or insulted.
▭ bright lights; he has very sensitive eyes.
▭ yarn, how he loathes it!
▭ strawberries.
▭ food that is not sweet.
▭ shoes that squeak.
Fears |
▭ large feathers, an awful fear.
▭ brightly colored insects make him scream, much like a young girl.
▭ his fifth class school teacher (and thus, school teachers in general), she would slap him when he didn't spell a word correct!

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Crush | Really? Are you really asking?
Extra Pictures | Pictures are simply dreadful.
Other | Julian has a pet crow, which he has as such, named crow. His house is also quite stuffed to the brim with exotic plants, usually of poisonous type. Of course, they are plants that do not mind living with little light, thus they are extra ferocious! Julian has an innate fear of colorful insects, because they are simply much too bright for the poor fellow. As such, he does not go near the circus, either. Oh, while on said topic, he and Frances seem to have some sort of bitter rivalry; though their fights are entertaining for the first few moments, it is best to keep your distance when the curses and circus props begin to fly! Last but not least, Julian is quite skilled in playing the violin, and often plays long, brooding tunes.

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My name is...

FRANCES . BIANCA . ATANASOV

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Nickname | Frenchie the Fearless is her stage name, if that counts!
Age | Twenty one years young. Though she knows she doesn't look a day over eighteen!
Gender | Female, of course! Silly, silly.
Sexual Orientation | She's quite keen on loving everything, though she does have quite the fiery passion for alcohol; so fiery, it could be considered sexual.
Birthday | Twenty, Winter. So cold!
Occupation | She is an acrobat in the circus! Performing wondrous acts upon the tight rope, and putting on a beautiful trapeze act!
Residence | Inn, room ten.

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Personality | Frances is a very touchy feely person; don't be surprised if she throws herself on you at any given moment. She is a very sexual woman; it practically reeks from her frame, though some say that is where her charm lies. Also perhaps because she is a tease, driving the little boys and girls mad and leaving them high and dry, she's a lady, she's not about to sleep with just anyone! Alcohol is a good friend of hers, and half of the time she's drunk out of her mind, or at least seems to be drunk out of her mind! She manages to sober up for her acts, though, which is quite a good thing - if not she just might end up living the awful fate of her mother dear!
Biography | Frances was born into the circus life. One might think that she's of Bulgarian decent due to her last name, but she doesn't really know much. Her mother was Slavic, though. She believes her mother was having an affair with the Ring Master of that time, but one can never be quite sure with these things. Either way, her tight rope walking mother was out of commission for a little while, but she stayed in the circus, living out her labor within the colorful tents. And thus, Frances was born, screaming all the way. Her mother was one of those lucky women who easily bounced back (though, she was only eighteen at the time), and as such Frances was mostly raised by the clowns and other acts who were less busy than her mother. She was taught the way of the circus, taking after her mother quite easily as the years passed. However, one fateful day her mother was doing a show, a fell from the tight rope! No one can explain why, however there was no net and let's just say it was a downright mess. Frances was offered the position of her mothers, as she was one of the more skilled underlings, however she refused. It felt like a heartless thing to do, and the young girl couldn't bare to be part of that circus anymore. So she left. She was around fifteen at the time, and she traveled for half a year before coming upon the circus she is currently involved in. It was easy to fight her way to the top, and she found herself becoming one of the main acts! The rush of the show thrills her to no end, however part of her always wants to settle down as she fears living out the fate of her mother. Upon arriving in Harmonica, she found the lot of townsfolk to be friendly . . . well, except for one. That blasted little wizard, Julian, is downright hated in her mind. And he doesn't feel much different than her. No one can explain the rivalry between the two, but it is best to stand clear, as they can be quite vicious!
Likes |
▢☆ Gold ore.
▢☆ All gemstones.
▢☆ Alcohol; especially sweet.
▢☆ Fruits.
▢☆ Pretty, fluffy clothing.
▢☆ Decorative jewelry.
▢☆ Performing.
Dislikes |
▢☆ Stoic people.
▢☆ Ugly clothes.
▢☆ Dull colors.
▢☆ The thought of a simple life.
▢☆ Birds.
▢☆ Yarn.
▢☆ Yams.
Fears |
▢☆ Suffering the same death as her mother.
▢☆ Getting old.

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Crush | Oh, she's quite content with simply leading the pretties on. Crushes are for children!
Extra Pictures | Perhaps another time.
Other | Frances has a very odd sense of fashion, often making hats fashioned out of tea pots and simply covering herself in lace and frills, she is a very ostentatious woman. People have trouble telling the difference between her show clothes and her every day attire, if there even is any!

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YOUREVERYWISHISOURCOMMAND
_____ your every whimsical desire brought to life
___ BUT I`M WARNING YOU . . .
______ ｔｈｅｒｅ｀ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ ｐｒｉｃｅ !

welcome to the greatest show unearthed !!

_______ ▷▶▶ location .
______________ the inn

_______ ▷▶▶ doing .
______________ cuddling poor antoinette senseless!

Frances dozed within the fluffy white sheets of her current bed. Nothing was ever permanent when it came to a traveling circus, after all. The curly haired woman was quite content to sleep the whole day away, however, she knew that that was simply not a possibility, and so, with a simply dreadful sigh, she cracked open a deep blue eye. Said eyes were what most people noticed her for; such a dark, rich color, like a pretty jewel. They stood out among her simple features, bright and twinkling. Though now they looked just plain grumpy; but then, Frances seemed grumpy in general at the moment. She was certainly not a morning person.

Lifting herself from the plush bed, she let out a little sigh. Bones popped strangely as she stretched her arms up, bending backwards. If there was one thing Frances was, it was flexible. She had to be for her acts; and admittedly, contortionism was one of her favorite past times. Once she had fully let the covers fall from her frame, she revealed a normal young woman, cloaked in fluffy underwear. Her body toned from the years in the circus, and her waist very small, like morphed from the constant usage of corsets since such a young age. She had very long legs, landing her at a nice, tall height, and her curled hair reached the floor – a necessity for the elaborate hairstyles of the circus. Everything about the woman seemed to radiate a certain fanciness; the often reminded people of a peacock.

Having bathed the night before, she set to work on her clothing. Picking it out was hard enough; don’t even get me started on actually putting it on! Still, she’d somehow managed to get the yellow frock upon her frame, even if it did take longer than it should have. Luckily the shining green jewelry was easier. But for every good thing, there were always two faults! Looking at the sight of her messy hair in the mirror, she sighed.

This would take a while.

After about an hour of fussing and pawing, she had gotten her hair up into a Marie-Antoinette-esque kind of do. The extra bits of white-gray curls trailed behind her, reaching her knees. Now all she needed were shoes! She found a proper pair of horrendously high heels fairly quick, and then proceeded to make her way out of her room and down the stairs. Not before grabbing her parasol, though. Why of course! It was the signature prop in any female tight-rope walker’s act. Upon reaching the downstairs, she saw an equally eccentric looking figure. It was easy to see that it was none other than Antoinette. The two of them certainly made a splash, with their odd clothing and behavior!

“Hello Antoinette! Did you have a nice sleep?” She asked, bouncing over to the other girl and placing a kiss smack dab on her lips, giggling wildly. It was Frances’s way of greeting others, caring little for their personal space. To demonstrate this more so, she let her thin frame fall onto the couch beside Antoinette, slinking and arm around the other female. “I slept absolutely dreadfully, really. Such a small bed,” she seemed much too happy to have actually said that, but Frances was strange like that.

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IAMNOTABADMAN
___________even though i do bad things

( VERY BAD THINGS ----- SUCH HORRIBLE THINGS ! )

but it ` s not quite what it seems , not quite what it seems .
___ NOT.QUITE.WHAT.I.SEEM

ah , hell
IT`S EXACTLY WHAT IT SEEMS !!
i deserve to have my head lopped off

_______ ▷▶▶ location .
______________ general direction of the carpenters

_______ ▷▶▶ doing .
______________ worrying about his allergies

BOOM ! CRASH ! BANG !

“CROW, COME HERE THIS INSTAAAAA----,”

CLANG CLANG ! CLICK !

The one and only wizard of good old Harmonica currently lay with his feet in the air and face planted into the moldy, old floor. His nose was quite possibly bleeding, but he didn’t dwell on that, instead focusing on getting himself out of the dreadful mess. He was covered in books and papers, and what looked like they were once vials, lay broken on the floor. The purplish ooze that seeped out seemed burnt and satisfied, as though it had done its job well. If that job was blowing a hole through his roof, then it certainly had! Well, he’d have to take a visit to the carpenters, then. The thought made him shudder; people contact. But he didn’t have time to think about that! He had to get himself out of this awful predicament.

He wiggled a toe and jiggled a finger, but still remained trapped under the mountains of spell books! If it hadn’t been for that blasted butterfly that just so happened to flutter into his window – which he had to leave open because the fumes of his potion would have suffocated him otherwise – none of this would have happened! However, the stupid insect did come in, causing poor Julian to quickly jump back, screaming his downright brooding little face off. This had alerted Crow, who had promptly assumed that something was wrong and come flapping into the room. Obviously a bad idea, considering all of the precariously balanced stacks of books in the overly clutter, cramped room. And the rest, my friends, was history.

After much huffing and puffing – and mocking from Crow, who sat high upon a large book – he finally managed to get his frame out of the monstrous pile of books. Standing, he dusted himself off several times and looked to the hole in his roof, allowing the sunlight to poor in. It hurt his delicate eyes, and he grumbled. He’d have to go to the carpenters eventually, and it was better sooner than later. He had a few errands to run, anyways; needed to stock up on some food bits and such. Not to mention he was well overdue for a new pair of pants; the moths eating away at his other good pair. And after this catastrophe, he wasn’t sure this ones he was wearing now would hold up much longer. And yes, Julian did only own two pairs of pants; he saw no reason to be particularly wasteful; and he always wore the same ones anyways. Dark brown dress pants, to accentuate the light brown dress shirt, and medium brown vest – which he also ALWAYS wore.

Grabbing a rather obnoxious, large, black hat, he placed it atop his head and left his home. His eyes were much too sensitive for this bright weather! He was half set on wearing a bonnet, as none of his hats seemed to be doing their job! Making his way towards the city district and such, he kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding the flowers as though they were the plague. He’d been making a potion for his allergies just moments before; but it had seen to blowing a hole through his roof instead! He just knew he’d end up returning home with a swollen, red nose!

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SWEETBLOSSOMWHEREISYOURTREE?
____ my blossoms are falling,
__________ what a strange feeling,
_______________ when it`s so early in the year

xx THE HAPPINESS WILL shine !
xx THE HAPPINESS WILL grown !

and i hope you don`t mind
if i let them go !

_______ ▷▶▶ location .
______________ harvest goddess pond

_______ ▷▶▶ doing .
______________ talking to angelica

Pudding was currently quite content to stuff her little mouth full of the strawberry shortcake she had swiped a day ago. The large piece of cake was like a dream to her, and after properly cuddling the sweet creation, she set to digging in. She was glad that she had saved it for breakfast! To think, had she eaten it last night she would never be experiencing this morning joy! The little sprite took another bite, looking about her home. It was filled to the brim with sweet scented flowers; a quaint little sunflower bed to the far corner and her toad stool table, which she was sitting at now! She also had the most adorable vanity, covered in small chains of flowers. Much like the Harvest Goddess, Pudding need not bathe. She adored playing in the pond, however!

In the midst of eating her delicious cake, she heard the faint sound of singing. The voice, so melodic, was quite easy to recognize. Pudding beamed excitedly, her features lightly up as she ran to the exit of her little home, located within a tree. Though said tree was not beside the Harvest Goddess pond, it was beside a pond, and not too far off from the Harvest Goddess Pond, anyways. With a zip and a twirl she had left her little home and precious sweets in search of the Harvest Goddess. Who she found rather quickly upon zooming into the pond area. In her excitement, she hadn’t bothered to slow down, thus when she tried to stop in mid air gravity simply would not allow it and her small frame went flying into a patch of flowers.

“Hello Angelica!” She beamed brightly, coming up from the patch of flowers simply covered in a sparkly yellow pollen. Everything about the sprites was small and innocent; even their diminutive sizes. But each generation had served a new Harvest Goddess since the beginning of time, and Pudding was no different. She’d walk to the ends of the earth and back for Angelica. No matter what the crazy task, if Angelica asked, she would do it. Unfortunately her obedience and politeness extended only to the Goddess. She was quite rude to most humans. What a sad thing.

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known as ;; nickname ! _____________________________________________________________

__ SCRATCH THE SURFACE !


name ;; full name
age ;; twelve and up, please
gender ;; blah
sexuality ;; blah
occupation ;; blah
home ;; tell me the acre, only humans live in B3. ;D


__ DIG A LITTLE DEEPER !


personality ;; make it as long as you feel necessary to get your character across.
biography ;; same as above
likes ;; blah
dislikes ;; blah
aspirations ;; blah


__ LAST BUT NOT LEAST !


posting colors ;; blah
theme song[s] ;; blah
username ;; blah

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❝The human heart has hidden treasures,

╔════════ ONIGIRI , ONIGIRI ! ════════╗

Beau Francis Fillips
Call me Francis, for the love of God, Francis!
Nineteen; Masculine; French/Ukrainian
5'11"; 135 lbs.; A
Gemini ; May twenty third
University student // Busker
Gender plays no role.

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(Creepy)xxx(Masochistic)xxx(Downright odd)

☢ Screamingxxx ❤ Oddityxxx ☢ Routinexxx ❤ Velvetxxx ☢ Slippersxxx ❤ Porcelain dishesxxx ☢ Colorful insectsxxx

❤ Burnt toastxxx ☢ Fruity teaxxx ❤ Bitter coffeexxx ☢ Honey cakexxx ❤ Pickled gingerxxx

☢ Thunder stormsxxx ❤ Snow stormsxxx ☢ Sun showersxxx

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If anyone's history was awkward, it was certainly Beau's. Born to a French mother and a so called, 'Japanese,' father, it was quite obvious to see Beau didn't have a smidgen of Japanese in that little frame. Really, though, his mothers husband was asking for it. His mother, Bianca, was a free spirit - or a sex driven whore, but that's oh so very vulgar, you know? Anyways, it was easy to see his mother was having an affair with her husbands business colleague. A beautiful Ukrainian man; long red hair, pale skin, dark lips . . . that smoldering gaze. Her husband tried desperately to just ignore everything - because you can't possibly throw your wife out, oh no - but when Beau came along, well . . . I suppose he still ignored it, saying that the French gene must have just been dominant, but now everyone had every smidgen of a right to think the man was a total idiot. Or just Bianca's b***h, whichever one works best for you. Beau was brought into the world, and Bianca seemed to have absolutely no qualms. She was a self centered little t**t, really, and made it no secret that she thought Beau was simply the best thing since sliced bread. Probably because he was a spitting image of her lover. She insisted on him keeping her last name as well; refusing to 'dirty,' him with a Japanese name. For someone married to a Japanese man, Bianca was a very racist woman - though her husband seemed to put up with it. Beau still doesn't understand why; Bianca never was that pretty, yet she seemed to have some kind of hold over most men. Perhaps it was charisma? Doesn't matter much now; she's become old and wrinkled, and Beau being a sadistic little p***k - much like his mother - loves to rub it in. Unfortunately, he inherited too many traits from his Ukrainian father, and when it comes to anyone other than his mother he can be ordered around like a little schoolboy. God forbid he ever become rich on his own talent; who knows what would happen to his personality then.

Back on track; growing up was fairly dull. He picked up his first instrument at five, and he was admittedly awful, but like anyone with a passion for something, he got better. Of course mother dear was thrilled to have a little musician in the family, fluttering about the young boy like an old grandmother. His father just provided the money in their fake life - which was never enough for the spoiled Bianca. His family was probably what scarred the young boy. He was never really abused, but it was obvious his so called father wasn't too fond of him. And he hates his mother entirely. He also has a skewed view on love, fearing it, fearing the control it lends. To be able to put another human being through that is just disgusting in his opinion, and thus he rarely goes farther than a quick toss in the sacs; if even that.

Beau was about eleven when his fake father died. It was an odd feeling . . . having someone that was supposed to be family die, and not caring. He'd never really thought much about it before, but with the sudden death of his fake father . . . well, his own mind scared him. How could anyone not care, right? Of course, he'd never really bothered to deeply care about all of the deaths going on in the world. Starvation, murders. Having it happen to someone he actually knew and not deeply caring. Like I said, it scared him silly. He became an isolated young child, more into his music than the life around him. God knows how he got through school; probably only for the wish to study his music in University. Which brings us to what happened to his mother. Of course, father dear left all the money to her. But he wasn't exactly stinking filthy rich, and Bianca is possibly one of the greediest women on this earth. Without a plan or anyone to control her - which is what so-called daddy did - she easily squandered the large sum away. Beau hadn't cared at first; until they were moving into a tiny apartment, until her money grubbing habits almost got his instruments sold. Well, the piano went, but he managed to hold onto his violin and saxophone.

It's not really some kind of sap story; he was already in high school by the time his mothers habits actually had serious effect on their lifestyle. With enough studying, he managed to somehow bounce around the whole, 'you have money, you don't get a scholarship,' system. God only knows how, but Beau is a tricky person when it comes to furthering his musical future. With a hop, skip, and a jump he was out of there and away from his mother. Without the bat of an eye, he left the poor woman. Alone in the cold, cruel world. Nothing she deserved, something he probably shouldn't have done. Beau is starting to wonder if he's some kind of psychopath; wonder why he just doesn't seem to care for anything but his music. The small cheques he started to send his mother every month ease him, if only slightly. Even he's not that much of a monster.

Beau is naturally an artistic person; he enjoys nice clothes and the occasional good conversation. Yes, even Beau talks to people - he's not that much of a hermit. Sometimes bits of his mother can seep in; he manipulates people a lot and has a certain pull over a lot of people. If he wasn't aware of it, he might be a charming person - but he is acutely aware of all of his gifts, so now he just uses this pull he has to get what he might want. One thing he's not willing to do is sell out to sell his music - he plans to become something based solely on his skill. And yes, he is proud to admit he's good enough. You call him pompous, self centered; he's just blatantly honest. It's not like he's saying he's the next Einstein, because he knows he's not gifted in any of that science or math garble. But he may as well embrace his talent. Oh, and yes, music is his only talent. The poor lad can barely understand the basic concepts of pretty much everything else; people say he devotes his brain solely to music and simply can't use it for anything else. Or maybe he's just stupid - it does run in the family, after all.

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☆ Beau hates his first name, finding it completely and totally pompous. Not that he isn't particularly pompous, but he prefers not to be so obvious about it. To the point; call him Beau and your life will not be pleasant.
☆ He prefers late 1920's fashion to today, though he can seldom afford to buy such luxuries, and is as such forced to wear cheap hand me downs from second hand stores.
☆ Beau has barely a leg to stand on; don't be surprised if he one day ends up picking out of the garbage for scraps. His school is much too expensive, even with his many scholarships, and with nothing but a few petty instruments to keep him going . . . Get a job, Beau!
☆ He attends a school of fine arts, majoring in music study.
☆ Which brings us to his babies; or as he calls them, Cornelius and Clarence. Clarence is his violin, and Cornelius is his saxophone. He also owns a cheap old flute, and can play the piano, guitar, and cello. The man is a musical genius; unfortunately this genius extends to nothing else in his life.
☆ Back in high school, but a few years ago, Beau was beaten up fairly badly. For a while the doctors said he would never have use of his right hand again. Of course, people always exaggerate. After a lot of physical therapy - which nearly drove his mother out of house and home (at least this time for a good cause) - he managed to bounce back. If only somewhat. The vision in his left eye is fairly blurry, and every once and a while his hand will have 'tired,' spells, wherein it will cease to function properly. When this happens, he becomes very agitated, so it is best to stand clear.
☆ People consider Beau to be rather cold, indifferent, even. And this is with good reason, as he does act like this. He hates the aspect of 'love,' beyond sexual attraction, and thinks the whole thing is all rather pointless. He's mean and cruel about it, really, and it's no surprise if he hurts other people's feelings with his opinions. The man also hates it when people become romantically infatuated with him, and is known to crush their feelings with little thought or consideration.
☆ One last note - feel free to order Beau around. He'll likely do what you say without question; whether he knows you or not. It's pretty creepy, to be quite honest, but it's who he is.

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★ ☆ ★ m y - a h sladkaya is playing me like a puppet ★ ☆ ★
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