Post by cyril alecksandre delabarre on Dec 10, 2009 21:50:54 GMT
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name,“Cyril Alecksandre Delabarre, please to meet you”
nicknames.“Hm…I don’t really ‘ave any.”
age & birthday,“I’m 22 but my birthday is coming up; December 2nd.”
gender,“I’m fairly certain I’m male…”
category,“I’m a student, a sophomore to be exact.”
job,“Composer”
likes,rain, piano, violin, cello, classical music, jazz, music in general, conversation, dogs, taking walks, lounging around in his pajamas, cartoons, reading, food, sweets, people, David Gilmore, Peter Gabriel, musicals, Star Trek, long car rides, flannel pajamas, cake, gummy candies, Daredevil, Jeff Healy, hugs, being touched, listening, giving advice, helping out, learning, being independent.
dislikes,Being clumsy, needing to ask for help, not being able to see, bumping into things, loud noises, rough textures, being babied, plane rides, seeming weak in front of people, Japanese; he’s rough with it still, bland foods, going without his morning coffee, tea, being flirted with, being away from his family, forgetting, new places, getting dressed each morning, his hair.
goals,“I vould love to be able to see but since zat’s not ‘appening I guess I’d like to find someone who can do zat for me. I’d really just like to keep living each day. Maybe get my music out zere.”
fears,new places, getting hurt, losing his dog, dying, flying, loud noises, losing his other senses, being unable to take care of himself, water.
secrets,“I’m a virgin. I’ve only dated once and it vasn’t for very long. I also try and keep my family’s vealth status a secret as vell.”
personality,sweet, respectful, content, well mannered, shy, listener, musical, careful, romantic, equal, adoring, formal, quiet, conserved, distant, dreamer.
family,Rene Delabarre, father, surgeon, France.
Ariel Delabarre, mother, fashion designer, France.
Jean Delabarre, older brother, biology student, France.
Marc Delabarre, older brother, geography student, England.
Celeste Delabarre, high school student, France.
Leo Delabarre, high school student, France.
Bijou, Golden Retriever, guide dog.
hometown,Arles, France.
history,Cyril was third born in a wealthy family in France. Born in Arles they moved to Paris when he was three. Despite the perfect health of his two older brothers Cyril was born blind, reason unknown. A younger sister and a brother later his mother got her tubes tied; she was done having kids. Cyril was put in the care of nannies, who taught him how to get around despite not being able to see. They taught him independence while his family babied him and would help him with the smallest things. He found the piano as five and begged his parents for lessons. They denied him this at first but eventually gave in. He was rarely away from the piano after that. Two years later he started playing violin and cello as well. When he was thirteen he got his first guide dog Marco, and attended a normal school in France. He kept to himself at first but made friends quickly. He was still playing piano, violin and cello and started writing his own music. By his last year of high school he started looking at schools. His teacher suggested Sakura Academy, so he started learning Japanese and sent in his application. Marco died, was hit by a car, and Cyril was given a new guide dog named Bijou. So here he is, starting a new year at Sakura Acadamy.hi, i'm DEE and i've been roleplay for SEVEN years now. this here is CYRIL, my FIRST character here, who looks like CILLIAN MURPHY. i found this site through ADVERT ON MY SITE.
danny, 608, blink 182.
why would you wish that on me,
i'll never wanna act my age
what's my age again?
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His hands were in his pockets as he walked, fingers of run running over the top of his cell phone. He had sent his older brother a text asking if he wanted to have some brotherly bonding time, which always meant trashing a store or other such heathenry. He wanted to break something and get kicked out of yet another store in Chicago. He had a goal set and wanted to be banned from every store on the Mile. Probably not the best goal to have but hey, at least he had one. That was more than some other people could say. Sure, his goals weren’t about education or his life but he was proud of them none the less.
A hand reached in his messenger bag and pulled out the 3D glasses, putting them on with a smirk as the world was suddenly outlined in blue and red. He loved walking around in 3D glasses that make him look like a giant nerd. (The fact that he is a nerd is besides the point). He sent Danny one last text before walking through the doors and into Target, smirking brightly as his smoky blue eyes ran across the isles. He didn’t bother to look for Danny right away, knowing where he was via a text, and bee-lined right for the bicycles. He weaved through the isles and bumped into people as he passed by them, grabbing a plastic, hollow baseball bat as he walked and swung it at his sides.
When he got to the bicycles he chose the nicest, most expensive one there that he could comfortably sit on. He couldn’t help but remember learning to ride a bike for the first time and how many times his father had pushed him off only for Seb to fall and eat pavement. It had been slightly traumatizing at the time but he was over it now. So with ease Bastian climbed onto the bike, plastic bat in one hand and holding the handle bars in the other. He had no problem riding one handed so off he went, zooming down the isles despite the shouts of people around him. He was deaf, he couldn’t hear them; that didn’t mean he didn’t know it was happening though.
He rode to the part favors isle where Danny said he’d be and bit bad a giggle as he rode up behind him and smacked him over the head with the plastic bat. “Heads up!”
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