Post by hesaidtome on Jan 3, 2011 3:54:13 GMT -5
[/size][/color][/center]MIKKEL GASPARD TREVELYAN MALE TWENTY JUNIOR/LUXFORD
played by jen jen my real name's ben.
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Sure - you get quite a lot out of Mikkel. You've got Mick, Mikkey and four hundred other solutions. A lot of people seem to enjoy calling me by my last name, Trevelyan which I don't mind. Some name me 'heir' and 'the next Donald Trump' just because I'm supposed to be the next in line to take over my father's company. I don't even want it.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
I've never been called babe before... It makes the situation a whole lot awkward. Couldn't you just call me by my name? Seriously? Anyway, to cut to the chase, I have large, round, dark blue eyes. When shone a light on, they seem lighter. I'm very tall, six foot four, and I have chocolate coloured hair which is always cut short but in different styles depending on what my father thinks will attract attention to his business. Thick eyebrows settle on the bottom of my forehead and my strange nose has been smacked in the middle of my face by God. I'm wearing a tailored Zegna suit today, shoes are suede oxfords. My wardrobe is full of suits for every occasion, but when I'm on the college campus and in my dorm, free from my father's clutches, I wear more casual stuff like jeans and cotton shirts. Never-the-less, they're top quality jeans and top quality cotton shirts.
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
I'm straight. Always have been. And I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear you when you mentioned that I look like a swinger. Drink, maybe? Caberet Sauvignon? Vodka? And no cigarette. Not now, anyway.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
There's two. The first has been heard, but not properly listened to. I'm sick and tired of the fact that people don't know me for 'that nice kid on the block' but instead for 'that kid who's gonna own that huge building company, Rock.' It really gets to me. I'm expected to step right into my father's shoes when I don't even want to! It's ridiculous, as far as I'm concerned. I just want to lead a normal life, get married, have a couple of kids, live on a farm. Anything but this corporation life. The second is one I'm a bit embarassed of. I have recurring nightmares, dreams, whatever. It's not sexual or spiritual but it's just my mother and my little sister standing on train tracks, smiling at me. And then, bam, a train comes and knocks them down. I wake up sweating every single night. It scares me.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
Ambitions? Nothing to do with careers, of course. I'm sick of life in the fast lane. Ambitions? Well, I'd think I'd be fine living like this minus Rock. And when I graduate, find a nice girl, marry her, have children, live somewhere far away from the city.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. We need some dirt!"[/font]
I like suede oxfords! Mochas, horses, my mother and sister, this school, Verona! I love it there! The colour red. Born Ruffians, and a lot of other things. I hate Rock. My father, trains, slurpees, port-a-loos, sweat pants, Disney music. Oh god, is that what they call music? I'm strong when it comes to persuading people. Not in the flirty way of course, but just listing the neverending consequences if you don't take an oppurtunity; what could become of your life. My Dad's used me a couple of times to have other businesses support Rock in projects. My weakness is definitely when people mention my mom or little sister. I'm lost for words. I just don't know what to say, I guess. I'm that person who stands up to people but isn't taken seriously, at all. I can be up myself now and then, but I'm genuinely a nice person. Don't be fooled by the whole 'Rock's heir' reputation and try to get to know me. I don't talk about finance every waking hour of day - I chat about sport, girls, just like any other guy. And the train accident including my mom and Alisca scared me, yeah, but it didn't scare me enough to make my personality do a 180 degree flip, okay?
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today?"[/font]
My father, Gabriel Trevelyan, met my mother, Lusine Nocens, at a fundraiser for Rock. He was the CEO back then too, but the corporation had only just started out. My mother was a photographer, nothing special. She was there to take pictures of the fundraiser and do an article about it in the magazine she was working for. The two got married. I don't get how they're compatible. My mom is so sensitive and munificent while my father is boisterous and dominating. It's bizarre. But love makes you do crazy things, they say. So, first-born was me, Mikkel Gaspard Trevelyan. My Dad was so happy that he had a son because he needed someone to take his place when he died. Or got murdered. As a toddler, I was dressed in mini suits and had my hair style changed every week. I attended fundraisers and parties a million times in one week and was home-schooled for fright that the paparazzi might follow me to school. From a young age I was living life in the fast lane.
My name was not Mikkel, but Sir. All my friends were the sons and daughters of sociallites, CEOs, designers and etc. Then when I turned five, my little sister Alisca was born. By this stage, Rock was going well. The papers planned out Alisca's future for her, not anyone else. "She'll be the president of the United States," "She'll grow up to be a sucessful model." She too was forced into this area. At first, the whole thing became a normal part of my life but as I grew older...it got to me. I didn't want to live this way. I had a mind of my own. So I ran away when I was eleven on a train. My Dad didn't give a shit about what happened to me, as long as I wasn't dead, but my mom and little sister did. They chased after me and hopped aboard the train I was on, looked for me in the compartments at the front. I wasn't there, I was at the very back. Next stop, I got off. Bodyguards sent by my father were waiting for me. Of course, Gabriel didn't want to lose his heir. I was carried off unwillingly back to the Rock building.
Another set of bodyguards were waiting at the next station for Lusine and Alisca. They were informed that the train had crashed on the way there and that there were no survivors. Rock came down then. My father had loved both his wife and daughter very much and thanked God for not killing his son. He mourned on the outside. Me? I mourned on the inside. Newspaper cried that Mikkel Trevelyan was a heartless heir, had loathed his family and had set up the crash of the train. That hit me like a thousand knives stabbing me in the chest. I slowly healed and returned to my normal self. After all, everyone has to die sometime.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Peace."[/font]
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my name's jennifer. I've been roleplaying for about... six years? I'm not so sure because I have a serious case of amnesia. (: Just joking. But I bet you already knew that. I found you via mini. She went all, "YOU SHOULD TTLY MAKE AN ACC ON OUTLIER, BUBZ." So I did.
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