Post by cosmicguts on Apr 2, 2018 21:12:15 GMT -6
All I hear anymore is
STATIC.
STATIC.
❝ When I was younger,
I used to say I would never end up this way. ❞
PROFILE.
I used to say I would never end up this way. ❞
PROFILE.
NAME.
Florence Nicolas
AGE.
22
GENDER.
Male
BIRTH DATE.
5th of February 1996
OCCUPATION.
Music Student
❝ Maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos. ❞
LIKES.
- His phone || His number one prized possession, you won’t see him anywhere without it, he carries a charger wherever he goes just in case.
- Smoking || There’s nothing quite like the feeling of your lungs burning and your buzzing mind being soothed into calmness.
- Tattoos || He’s got his a collection littered on his body, many are on what you’d say the most painful parts, that’s partly on purpose. He is absolutely making a power move.
- Money || Who says money doesn’t buy you happiness? It absolutely does.
- Music || Listen, if he’s decided to study it, he has to like it a bit right? He likes a wide variety of music and playing around with instruments.
- Dogs || They’re loyal and good pups.
- Knives || They’re sharp and pointy and good for protection and getting things done, they’re quite the handy thing. There are quite a lot pretty ones too he likes looking at.
DISLIKES.
- Police || They should mind their own business, honestly.
- Drunks || Be annoying somewhere else, he finds the overly obnoxious and confident drunks the worst.
- Green sweaters || He’s not sure why, but he always gets an overwhelming bitterness over them.
- Whiny and clingy people || He doesn’t have the time or cares for that, not at all.
- Curious people || They’re way too much trouble than they’re worth, they should keep their noses out of his business.
- Overly sweet food || He can just feel the cavities waiting to happen just looking at them.
❝ I don't think I've ever understood anything about my self,
I don't know if I ever will. ❞
I don't know if I ever will. ❞
PERSONALITY.
Charming | Charismatic | Ambitious | Proactive
Cunning | Sadistic | Unnerving | Deceptive | Two-Faced
A guy with a pretty face and a charming facade that hides a much more sinister personality that’s reserved exclusively for the streets. On the surface, Florence can be considered to be a wonderful student -- A pretty boy with a captivating smile, having a friendly and open personality that tops off his air like a cherry. At school, there is barely a person, teacher or student, who seem to name at least one bad trait to him. Maybe even a little dreamy! It’s easy to become comfortable with his presence, and if you have a problem, he is sure to try and help you through it. Truly!…
That is, if he likes you -- or he finds you valuable.
Florence is a prideful individual, showing a level of sophistication even when saying the most boorish things. No one should be fooled by those pretty eyes, for there’s a reason why there are others who consider him the leader of his gang. Yes, they are friends; but in the end, they are all his subordinates in position, none are above him. Possibly considered the ‘playful’ part of him, he loves to act out roles -- whatever it takes to stir the pot. He only wants to make this boring, everyday life more interesting to himself. And if he has to act like a villain to get it? So be it. He welcomes it -- He likes to experiment, toy with people to see what makes them tick, what makes them weak, and exploit those points for his own entertainment. In truth, everyone is but a toy in his eyes, ready to be thrown away once they’ve outlived their shelf life. Maybe if he took a liking to you, you may see some other sides to him. But if he doesn’t like you, he will let you know in some way or another...Trust me.
Internally he suffers from a reactant kind of boredom. It's hard to find something he enjoys that's considered healthy. Everyday life bores him and he's envious of people who can just go through life motivated and satisfied with their life. Goals, dreams...Florence doesn't have any of that. He just can't figure out what he wants to do with himself, and it frustrates him to no end. Which is why he lets himself vent out in the street- if living normally isn't working...well. He should find something else to do, right? Still, as fake as he seems about doing well at school, he's got pride and wants to do well at school- even if it's just so his mother doesn't have to worry about him and he has a backup plan to fall back on.In the end, there's always a question that plagues his mind.
'Why am I here?'
It's a hard one to answer, and sometimes he can't even do that- this leads him to engage in reckless behaviour- and he seeks satisfaction from other people, a thrill. He wants to know how they work, what makes them strive forward, live on. He wants to insert himself into other people's lives as an obstacle, to see if they have enough resolve to get past him. It's a bit of a win-win situation for him; if they don't- they're just like him. If they do, there's still hope for Florence himself.
It's harsh and sadistic- he knows that. But he's given up caring, he just wants to feel something. To fill that empty feeling that follows him around and keeps him awake at night and itches him to do something to satisfy it.It's really quite the bother.
BIOGRAPHY.
- Is an only child.
- Is the son of Christine Nicolas, works at a small bakery.
- His dad left when he was young, he doesn’t think much about him honestly.
- Moved from France to Phlox when he was 8 with his family and hung outside a lot.
- Attended school in Acacia Town, getting more acquainted with the people who litter the street and expanded to Larkspur city.
- Joined street groups and built his way up to finally have his own crew, they aren't known for being an incredibly violent group- But they can be a bit bothersome though. They dabble in loan sharking and blackmailing.
- Is currently staying in Acacia Town in a cheap small apartment but prefers and tends to crash at other people’s places.
- Likes to visit Larkspur when he can.
- Will visit his mom in Phlox at least once a month.
❝ It must be great to know what you want to do.
I've got no idea at all.
I just go from one day to the next. ❞
I've got no idea at all.
I just go from one day to the next. ❞
PERSONAL HISTORY.
Florence’s story is one that isn’t uncommon. He was born in northern France, into a fairly common household. His father was more distant than the average family man, yes, but he didn’t care for it that much- his mother lavished him with attention, and he had friends that he hung out with most of the time.
That being said, when his mother one day told him his father wasn’t coming back...Well, Florence didn’t even bat an eye. Why should he? There was no reason to feel upset for someone he barely knew. He couldn’t cry over it even if he tried, nor did he feel sorry or pity himself for it.
And so, life carried on as normal.
When he was 8, though, mother suggested in a passing conversation about moving; which took the boy by surprise, to say the least. The thought of moving never occurred to him before, and though the idea of leaving his friends behind should be sad -- the concept of escaping the same repetitive lifestyle seemed much more interesting. So he said just that; maybe moving would be a good thing, moving someplace else seems like a fun idea. His approval seemed to be the turning point in the small household, and after several months they were on their way. Their destination? Phlox, Printy County.
The smell of the air, the buildings and people. Everything was so new to the tiny boy! Here’s the new start to Florence’s life, something exciting and new!...So why was it so boring?
He settled in as one should, made friends and got used to his neighborhood area, was praised for his good behavior...But it just seemed all so boring to him, so dull. After the temporary glamour of a new place, Phlox was just like his original home in France- there was nothing different here. So, to say the least, the disappointed Florence was frustrated beyond belief.
Which lead him to seek thrills in the places that the usual passersby would look down upon -- the streets.
The people there were all interesting, no matter who they are or what they did. Some were despicable, some were annoyingly pitiful, some like him. The more days that went by, the more he got more involved, joining different groups and gaining connections as he got older. Tattoos started painting his skin as he matured, the only hint of his involvement with the streets to his peers. But even then, they turned a blind eye when he gave that charming little smile and a compliment or two.
It got to the point he managed to gain his own gathering dubbed the ‘Purple Mist’, their group motto one simple thing.‘Make this place exciting.’
The group started out small, with only a few kids running around, but the connections Florence had gathered while playing around allowed his crew to start shaking things up. Blackmailing became a common thing among targets, and if someone wanted the dirt on someone, the Purple Mist was the one-stop shop, an easy way of obtaining what you wanted to hear...
Well, for a small price, may it be money or favors. But in the end, Florence and his guys will be getting something in return -- Nothing in life is for free~
As he gained a reputation in the streets, at school he kept being diligent and a good student. He found music to be a subject that he quite enjoyed, and decided to pursue it somewhat seriously. He had past experiences with the piano and started out with that before expanding to more instruments on his downtime.
These days, he continues to study aspects of music, while letting go in the streets where he can be more himself. The excitement of knowing that each day won’t be exactly the same, no not anymore, could make him smile no matter what kind of day it was. He looks forward to seeing what tomorrow has in store for him and his day-to-day life…Especially with the news of an actual alien invasion.
OTHER.
- Is the leader of a small street gang called the ‘Purple Mist’.
- Can not roll cigs for shit, likes his smokes straight or rolled for him.
- He likes to do little smoke tricks- hey it’s fun!
- Is 5’11’’.
- Is an Aquarius.
- Can play the piano, guitar, trumpet and is currently learning to play the drums.
- He has tattoos on his neck, each wrist, ankles and on his back.
❝ They want to see me dead,
but I'm looking like a god. ❞
but I'm looking like a god. ❞
COMPLICATIONS.
PVP: Yes.
Injury: Yes but I'd like to discuss it first if it's something major.
Death: If it's reasonable and badass- I'm in.❝ Let them all fucking squirm like the vermin that they are,
I'll show them all who the boogey man really is. ❞
