Name:Cristof Allemand
Appearance:
Age:24.
Race:Human.
Occupation:Tea shop owner and liquid specialist.
Bio:Cristof was born in Paris to parents unknown. He was brought up in an orphanage. working hard for every meal Cristof learned to never give in. Fighting until the tender age of eight when he was adopted by a middle class family who ran a tea room. He never forgot the trip through the streets of Paris. the aromas and sights almost overwhelming his small mind. the only thing to ever trump that feeling is walking in to the tea shop now his own. The deep earthy aroma of tea ingrained in the furniture and wood paneling covering the walls. Being only young when he started out he learnt how to brew. Cristof was shocked to find out that he loved every second he worked the shop. from simple cleaning during the day to studying brews and leaf mixtures at night.
Unfortunately the euphoria only lasted nine years before tragedy struck and Cristof was taken back to how he was brought in to the world alone. The mantle of running the Tea shop fell on to his shoulders. The first two years were pure torture. all the luster had rubbed off from his childhood. in the end chose to take a year away. locking up the store he took off on travels around Asia.
Spending most of his time in India bouncing between Darjeeling, Assam and Nilgiri mountains. he worked on the tea plantations finding his love and passion for the simple but pungent leaves. nearing the end of the year with new contacts in his pocket he slowly makes his way home. Taking trains as far as he can just enjoying the countryside and peacefulness that it brings before returning back home to run his small but busy little Tea room.
Appearance:
Age:24.
Race:Human.
Occupation:Tea shop owner and liquid specialist.
Bio:Cristof was born in Paris to parents unknown. He was brought up in an orphanage. working hard for every meal Cristof learned to never give in. Fighting until the tender age of eight when he was adopted by a middle class family who ran a tea room. He never forgot the trip through the streets of Paris. the aromas and sights almost overwhelming his small mind. the only thing to ever trump that feeling is walking in to the tea shop now his own. The deep earthy aroma of tea ingrained in the furniture and wood paneling covering the walls. Being only young when he started out he learnt how to brew. Cristof was shocked to find out that he loved every second he worked the shop. from simple cleaning during the day to studying brews and leaf mixtures at night.
Unfortunately the euphoria only lasted nine years before tragedy struck and Cristof was taken back to how he was brought in to the world alone. The mantle of running the Tea shop fell on to his shoulders. The first two years were pure torture. all the luster had rubbed off from his childhood. in the end chose to take a year away. locking up the store he took off on travels around Asia.
Spending most of his time in India bouncing between Darjeeling, Assam and Nilgiri mountains. he worked on the tea plantations finding his love and passion for the simple but pungent leaves. nearing the end of the year with new contacts in his pocket he slowly makes his way home. Taking trains as far as he can just enjoying the countryside and peacefulness that it brings before returning back home to run his small but busy little Tea room.
