Post by Xavier LaFlamme on Feb 7, 2013 22:14:50 GMT -5
XAVIER RAUL LAFLAMME
MALE || 22 || JUNIOR
[/size][/color][/center]MALE || 22 || JUNIOR
played by Xaviaá
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Monsieur Flame, 'hothead,' Le Flame
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
He's style is quite grunge, if he's wearing any clothes at all. Odds are, if he's at home, he probably isn't wearing much. His style outdoors is what you'd call "gangsta," with hoodies, beanies, sagging jeans, shades (sunny outside or not), and always with a metal chain around his neck. So, he basically he dresses like another run-of-the-mill douchebag. He wore brands, like Ed Hardy, in the golden days, but he hasn't gotten any brand-name anything in a while. Times have been tough, you could say.
"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]
He's straight as they come; that's right, he's one of those perverts that talks about tits all the time. Not sure if you could understand his french without Google Translate, though. As far as drugs and alcohol goes, he does it all. Yes, even that one thing you're thinking about. Call it issues, but he considers it sacrilegious to consider stopping or even admitting he has a problem. Sure, you can try and confront him on it, but all you'll be getting is a finger and a bloody nose. So, take my word for it, I've tried and it's pointless. This kid's too messed up.
"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]
Xavier doesn't really have any friends, so you're really the first one hearing about this, so don't rat me out, kay? He misses his father, his whole family life actually. He hates himself for it, mind you, but there was an element of happiness in his life when his mother and father were still together and he still had an older brother to nurse the purple bruises. And he misses Gäelle every moment of every day, and hes scared of that too. He doesn't like to think about good days. It reminds him of how it felt to be loved - and to love someone - and feelings that are actually feelings like that scare the hell out of him. He can't punch feelings in the face. He just tries to make them go away, to feel numb, now is that too much to ask?
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe? Nah, really. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"[/font]
Xavier isn't much of a planning person. He's got dreams, just none he'd like to share with just anybody.
FINISH THIS SECTION
"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. Sports? Art? Give me some dirt![/font]
Xavier has always loved hockey. It was the "waste of time" that got him through most of his childhood (up until Gäelle anyway.) He's always been quick on the ice; untouchable. But, he's never been the sharpest crayon in the box. He's not stupid, he just doesn't care about complex mathematical equations or any sort of science that doesn't involve the ice between his skates. Hockey is what matters, it's what life should be about.
Predictably, he isn't the biggest guy, so he's uncomfortable around the guys that play the game whose sole job is to knock the shit out of the other team. He's afraid of them, but he shows it through confrontation; he picks fights he knows he'll lose. He thinks it makes him look tougher somehow. He's a man that loves the bar scene and has always preferred big cities over small towns. He speaks both English and French fluently, but you know how some Americans think that French people are stuffy and bitchy? He kinda has that outlook on people from the States. They're all ignorant and lazy and unworthy of his presence. He also thinks all sports that aren't hockey are for pussies. So, basically, he's very narrow-minded and accepts nobodies views but his own; call that a strength or weakness... Yeah, or both. He also has a psychological protection method called the 'turtle' where he pulls back into his 'shell' and shoves off everything on the outside. This kind of quality has allowed him the skills of being able to hibernate for days on end, remain impervious to remarks he doesn't want to here, and also shut out anything and everything that could pervade his shell. Again, it could be a strength, weakness, or both. But, however you wanna call it, most of his so-called "strengths" are both ill-mannered and successful to his ends.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today - what's your background?"[/font]
He was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Looking at him now, drugs, alcohol, and every STD under the sun, you could probably guess he had a rough childhood. His father beat him until he was about 5, and left with Xavier's older brother, Damien, who was at the time 17 years old. Xavier was heartbroken. Damien was one of the only people who could understand how much life sucked, but luckily for Xavier his mother stuck around to try and support him. Eventually he had to drop out of school to help work and support him and his mother, so he never got a full education. Okay, alright, maybe his mother could have made some better life choices about her partner. Xavier never forgave her for making his life miserable just as he vowed never to forgive his father for abandoning him and his mother in the cold and for taking away the only person he was truly unafraid to love.
In the few hours he had in the day that he didn't spend at home or working, he spent with Gäelle, a petite girl around the same age that pieced his heart back together after Damien was taken from him by his father. He was 17, the same age Damien was when he last saw him. He taught her how to skate and she taught him how to think. Gäelle was everything he could have asked for and more. She was that girlfriend whose boyfriend bragged about to his friends, but just about her body. In his head, he thought separately the kind of person, actual person, that she was on the inside. Yeah, I'm talking about that kind of girl; a real girl. But, the problem was, Xavier wasn't a real boy.
It wasn't that they weren't meant for each other, but that Xavier had too many holes in him to stay in one shape. He distrusted her, only because that was what he had been taught to do, and she broke his heart with four simple words, "You don't love me." Xavier fell into a pool of ashes and alcohol and emerged the man you see today, battle-scarred and all. He learned never to love a "real girl," again and that being a "real boy" was dangerous.
He used to be a big shot in Québec; the Captain, the star player. But that's all over and done with now. His mother died at the end of his last season, leaving Xavier with a finality of loneliness that he could never surpass. He didn't have much family in his life, for the most part, and she was all he had left. He wasn't a mama's boy, but as they say, "you don't know what you've had until it's gone." He has skated the same since, with the passion to achieve something that isn't between two goalposts. He was cut from the team and sent down a league until he was offered a full hockey scholarship to college. He thought it over and decided that playing with some protégés was better than playing with washed-out losers who weren't going anywhere. Don't even bother trying to tell him that he was among wash-outs for a reason. Believe me, I've tried. So he packed his bags of meager belongings and shipped to the US.
NOTE: I apologize if the history is too long, I just got so into it and kinda got carried away. Désolé!
"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? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!
WELL, I am from Nova Scotia for starters. I am proficient (lol obviously) in both English and French and I'm very proud of my french heritage. I moved to Saint Louis, Missouri in the United States when I was 6. But, anyway, I've been roleplaying for as long as I can remember; I'd estimate about 8 or 9 years, as long as I had access to the Internet machine. I'm 16 and love hockey.[/size]
That's basically it! This will likely be the only character I'm making though, because I like to focus my muse on one main personality at a time. Other than that, I'm golden!
♥ Xaviaá
