Post by Olivier Adrien du Bois on May 24, 2011 20:23:05 GMT -5
••Olivier Adrien du Bois
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••THE BASICS
NAME.Olivier (Pronounced ah-live-ee-ay) Adrien du Bois[/size]
GENDER.male[/size]
AGE.fifteen[/size]
NATIONALITY.French[/size]
PLAY BY.Matt Smith[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.heterosexual[/size]
GRADEsophomore[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Olivier is averagely-heighted, or so he thinks. He stands at about five-foot-nine, but usually appears shorter due to slouching. His hair is brown, and kept long enough to almost-but-not-quite reach his ears. Never longer, never shorter. His eyes are green, almost piercingly so, yet dark at the same time. They’re the only part of his face that ever seems to be alive, that has any emotion whatsoever. He is pale, despite all the time he spends in the sun.
As for clothing, he usually dons a grey zip-up hoodie, a tee shirt, and a pair of moderately clean jeans, usually in grey or dark blue. On his feet is always the same pair of faded, scuffed, black Converse, the laces colored in with a blue pen. If asked to dress nicely, he’ll grumble for a bit, then pull on a button-down shirt and a pair of black slacks (ooc: God, did I seriously just write slacks? I hate that word.), but doesn’t change shoes, simply because he doesn’t have-- or want-- other shoes.
PERSONALITY.
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Olivier is sarcastic, to the point where his few close friends would have to take a moment and analyze his statements before responding, unsure if he was being serious or not. He is perpetually uninterested in the world around him. He almost never smiles, instead opting for eye rolls and half-shrugs.
He doesn’t talk much, unless to deliver a biting remark or stunning display of criticism, and very few people can pull him out of his shell, see the real him behind his façade.
The one thing that Olivier does that can be classified as un-apathetic is run. He loves to run. Every morning before school, he would rise early-- four or five AM-- and jog up to
a pâtisserie or a café, have breakfast (croissant with nutella, cup of coffee or tea), and run back home. All accounted for, it’s about a sixteen kilometer (ten mile) round-trip.
HISTORY.
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January First, 1996-- Paris, France.
The first child of the du Bois family is born. The baby boy-- Olivier Adrien du Bois-- was meant to have siblings, three or four of them. Sadly, though, his mother-- Charlotte du Bois-- had to have a hysterectomy.
January First, 1997-- Paris, France.
Olivier’s first birthday. All of Charlotte’s friends showed up, some with toddlers in tow, all with a brightly wrapped gift. A few of Thomas du Bois’s work colleagues showed up, clutching Blackberry phones and stuffed animals for the one-year-old. Olivier fell asleep in the middle of the celebrations.
January First, 2006-- Paris, France
It’s Olivier’s tenth birthday today. Thomas went out for the birthday cake, made up all fancy-like by-- get this-- a wedding cake company. His parents make a big deal of his birthday every year, maybe to compensate for not having more children to raise. Anyway.
Just before leaving for the cake, Thomas, a psychologist, received some upsetting news from one of his patients. Not wanting to upset his wife and son, he volunteered to go get the cake, even though it was pouring down rain. Not listening to Charlotte’s pleas to stay, he got in the car and drove away. Olivier watched him from the window until he disappeared out of sight.
An hour later, a knock on the door and a sodden policeman brought the news. Thomas du Bois was killed instantly, after spinning out on the wet road and crashing into the side of a building. Charlotte was told that he felt no pain.
The two remaining du Boises were asked to come down to the station and identify the body. In all the remaining hysterics, no one bothered to remember that it was Olivier’s birthday.
January First, 2007-- Paris, France
Olivier refused to come out of his room for his birthday. This was the last birthday celebration that Charlotte ever tried to throw.
September Twenty-third, 2009-- Montreal, Canada
Charlotte du Bois got remarried, to a Giroux. Olivier, though he tried to be happy for his mother, just couldn’t shake the notion that she was betraying his father. He never learned the new husband’s first name, and kept his mother’s last name. This was also the day that Olivier discovered his powers. He had been playing with a candle flame, when the happy new couple took their vows. The flame had surged upwards with Olivier’s anger, his missing of Thomas du Bois. Thankfully, he had quenched the flame quickly. Later, he had found that he could control water, air, and earth as well.
Her mother’s union to the Giroux Man, as Olivier had taken to calling him (In his head, of course. He doesn’t speak to his mother’s new husband. Period.), had made his a step-brother to all of the Giroux children, including Pierre Antoine Giroux.
Later-- Olivier’s not quite sure how much later, as he had stopped hanging around his house-- two new Giroux children came into the world. Though they are Olivier’s half-siblings, the boy doesn’t care about them. It hurt his mother tremendously to see how completely apathetic he was about the whole thing, but there was nothing she could do.
March Eighteenth, 2011-- Montreal, Canada
Olivier finally convinced his mother to allow him to go to boarding school-- more specifically, Alexandria Academy-- at the start of the new school year.
LIKES.
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- running
- sarcasm
- crêpes
- the unknown
- early mornings
- late nights
DISLIKES.[/size]
- jogging tracks
- the straight-and-narrow
- meat
- cake
- sleep
STRENGTHS.[/size]
- his power
- speed/agility
- can go without sleep for a long time
- almost photographic memory
- stamina
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
- insomniac
- has to eat a lot
- wont ask questions if he doesn’t understand
- prideful
- stubborn
FEARS.[/size]
- small spaces
- nightmares
GOALS.[/size]
- to be able to sleep
- torture Pierre
POWER.[/size]
Rogue Elemental
Fire-- Olivier’s favorite. He can change it however he wants-- size, color, shape, intensity-- as well as being completely immune to its effects.
Earth-- As far as he’s concerned: meh. Earth’s boring to him. He can move it, shape it, etc., but not with much control.
Water-- His second-favorite. Olivier controls everything about water.
Air-- Ranks just slightly above Earth. He can control it, but not very well, since he doesn’t practice with air too often.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS.Dawn[/size]
AGE.Fourteen[/size]
GENDER.Female[/size]
TIME ZONE.US Central[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US.Daze[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS. River Tam and Alexandra Fieldings[/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
You’d think, after a while, the pain would go away, but, no. It’s still there, sharp as a knife between your ribs. It’s brilliant, searing, white-hot, like the north star, blazing right between your eyes. Why do we remember the bad things in life, and none of the good? It’s like our minds are programmed that way. Even River’s, screwed up as it is, works mostly like a normal brain. The doctors couldn’t take away her human nature any more than they could make her the perfect weapon-- the Invincible Human. It’s just not possible.
So, two years, three months, sixteen days, eleven hours, twenty seven minutes after River Tam escaped from the Sussex Institute for Gifted Children, the experience is still so fresh in her mind, as vivid as if she were back under the knife, the metal shining in the harsh lights of the laboratory. She can remember the pain of every slice of the knife. She hadn’t been anesthetized. She hadn’t passed out. They hadn’t let her. Every time her feeble grip on reality had slipped, the doctors had brought her back, back to her world of pain.
River watches the rain pour down the window, the tracks of perfectly clean glass left behind lasting for only a minute before being covered up again and again by the water, falling like tears of an angel from the sky. Her gaze is completely void of emotion, her face clear of any blemish. She is invulnerable.
