Post by francis ferdinand on Apr 30, 2009 21:51:29 GMT -5
Francis Maxwell Ferdinand
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FULL NAME: Francis Maxwell Ferdinand
NICKNAMES: Francis, Fran, Franny, FM, Bones
AGE: 21
BIRTHDATE: November 5th
GENDER: well, last time he checked he was a hotdog not the buns.
SEXUALITY: proud bisexual
OCCUPATION/GROUP: model
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
PLAYBY: bellz
BODY TYPE: slim/lean
HAIR: currently it is a dark brown and usually bed head messy
EYES: pale stormy gray/blue rimmed with midnight blue
CLOTHING: Clothing. Well, he is a model, so his sense of style tends to be a must, especially when doing walk in's for fashion companies. So here's the deal: People seem to love his fashion style because it is simple, theatrical, grungy, and with a nice little splash of 1975's British Sex Pistols. In a way, he understands why people view him as the 'punk rocker', 'metal head', or all around 'emo-boy', but truth be told, he is anything but. He likes wearing collared shirts, vests, loosened ties, those tiny skinny jeans, the studded belts, the chuck taylors... His fashion is simply unique and you will usually never really see him wearing the exact same outfit more than once.
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
» prison
» being called crazy[/ul]
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PERSONALITY:
» Franny here is a very complex person until you get to know him. Then he simply becomes even more complex. Francis Maxwell Ferdinand is a paranoid schizophrenic and has obsessive compulsive disorder and maybe even a little bit of an anti social disorder considering he only sticks with the people he has known for years and is sort of eh on meeting new ones. But let us begin with the basics...
» The first thing people notice about Francis are his eyes. Without a doubt, his eyes are cold, uninviting, and already scream I'm the biggest asshole you will ever meet. He never knew why he was such a great and well known model when the press labels him as rude, uptight, and egotistical. They would be surprised how he is far from the last two-the first one he would simply agree with. Regardless, if anyone was trying to find any type of emotion in Francis, they would definitely not find it in his eyes. He tends to always just have that rough exterior and doesn't like to be controlled, which is surprising considering his profession. But even in his profession, the photographer knows better than to yell out an order to Francis. A kind suggestion he would listen to. Barking out orders? Find yourself another model. Regardless, Francis is obviously a very closed off person and it shows simply through those stormy gray-blue hues of his.
» The last thing people would ever notice on Francis would be his honesty. The guy is beyond honesty-he is brutally honest and very straight forward. Of course, there are backdrops to this, considering he is also an amazing liar. He is persuasive, which helps him in the long run. By brutal honesty, if someone asks his opinion, he will say it exactly as he wants to say it-no cutting corners or adding a sugar coating. Now, with the lying, he has easily told the press his childhood was perfect. All the press knows is that his mother passed away. How? They don't know he was the one who shot her...Then Hollywood would think he was a nut job. But deep down, he doesn't care if they find out. He's just waiting for someone to look a little deeper. That's another thing: his intelligence. He tends to challenge people and likes pushing them to the limit. In a way, it is like life is a huge science experiment for him.
MOTHER: Avangelica Maria Tidings, deceased
FATHER: Maximilien Ferdnando Ferdinand (biological), unknown || Bryan Tidings(step father), deceased
SIBLINGS: Fernando Ferdinand (biological twin brother), deceased at age 5 || Timothy Tidings (step brother), famous actor in Europe
PETS: none.
HISTORY:
BIRTH - - > EARLY CHILDHOOD
» Francis Maxwell Ferdinand was born the oldest out of a set of twins. His mother was fifteen years old and nothing more than an upper class catholic school girl drop out disowned by her very snobby and wealthy family once they found out about her pregnancy. His biological father, whom Francis seemed to always refer to as X, was apparently thirty five years old, married, and had a child of his own. His mother had lied about her age and the two had met at a movie theater, where his mother was alone and he was sexually frustrated with his wife. The two had a one night stand in his limo since, apparently, he worked for the government and had money just like her family, and three weeks later, his mother realized just how unholy that little pink plus sign was.
» Anyways, moving on. Francis was the first one born and his little, not identical, brother, Fernando, was born only two minutes later. Since X knew of her pregnancy, he let her have only one thing 'in remembrance of him' (yes...what an ego) and that was his last name. Wanting more, she simply took parts of his name and named her boys after him as well, only to realize three short years later that she despised the man for never trying, even if it was in secret, even if she lied about her age. She looked her age. She knew she wasn't fooling him...
» At the age of three was when the boys met their new, older brother and their new father. The Tidings family was prosperous in London, Bryan having owned a very large corporation that manufactured automobiles to and from other developed and developing nations. He had divorced his ex wife whom he had a son with, Timothy who was seven, and he had won custody of his son since he proved his ex wife's infidelity and inability to provide for herself and Timothy. He seemed like the perfect family man. He was able to juggle work, his wife, and now three kids easily. Despite this, the twins disliked him, but seemed to take a liking to Timothy, who really did become another brother for them. But no-one was prepared for what came next.
» The twins were five, Timothy was nine. They had gone out to the country to Bryan's country home to celebrate Easter. The twins had been left alone by the lake and decided they would go in while everyone else was inside. As they went into the lake, the rocks got slippery and soon, Fernando was struggling to get back to Francis, who was reaching out to see if he could pull his baby brother back to shore. It had always been known that Francis was the rude twin, the more reserved twin, the 'bad twin' so to speak even though he never truly got into any trouble. He was the polar opposite of his other half who was sweet, a ball of sunshine, and completely energetic and extroverted and was usually the real twin to get into so much trouble. So, of course being protective, he tried to save his brother as he started thrashing, slipping under the surface. Francis moved closer in hopes of maybe being able to pull him out but just as he was about to slip under, he could see his mother running out of the house screaming towards them, fear etched all over her angelic face. By the time Francis woke up, he was being held tightly to his mother's chest as she seemed to rock him back and forth silently, tears streaming down her face. She looked like a ghost, her eyes blanked out as she simply rocked him back and forth, back and forth on the dock of the lake. He could see an ambulance and a body on a stretcher, a white blanket over it as they hauled the body away. He knew it was Fernando...And he never forgave himself.
JUNIOR HIGH - - > HIGH SCHOOL
» After the death of Fernando, Francis' mother seemed over protective of him which made him even more anti social than he was already becoming. However, since he was usually locked up in the penthouse apartment he lived in, he ended up also becoming more studious. He went to an all boys catholic school that was very upper class and obviously expensive. He always went to school with Timothy, the two also becoming inseparable and basically like they had a bro-mance going on. Francis was the top of his class every single year and had even managed to be boosted up a grade for being so intelligent. Seriously, people called him 'the genius of his generation'. He took academics to an entirely new level.
» But even as intelligent as he was, he never expected what came next. When he was fifteen and Timothy was nineteen, Bryan forced them to have sex while Francis' mother was out of town so he could make a porno. Apparently, he was not in the automotive business. He was in the porn business. How he made so much money? He owned multiple and since he was running low on gay porn, he made Francis and Timothy do it for him since there was the upside: no need to pay them. At first, the two refused but then were drugged and ended up doing it anyways. They ended up doing this for years on end, and in the midst of it all, somehow managed to realize that they always liked each other as more than just friends... But Francis never called it love. In his world, Love did not exist.
» Francis became a cigarette addict and by the time he graduated highschool, he also became a Timothy addict and Vice Versa with Timothy. Now the two were truly inseparable. but as quickly as their infatuation for each other blossomed...it was destroyed. At the age of seventeen, already a year out of highschool and already in his first year in an ivy league university, Francis snapped. He had come home one evening to find Bryan beating his mother and Timothy yelling at him to stop. Apparently his mother had been seeing X the entire time...in secret. And, he did not know how he missed it, but apparently Bryan had also been abusing his mother for years now, threatening to get X arrested for sagitory rape. He also threatened to take Francis away... But as Francis walked in and simply watched the beating, it seemed to make his mind snap and a voice he seemed to be able to hush for years, the voice of his brother, slammed into his mind and told him one simple command: Kill him.
» But he didn't. Not yet. Instead, he watched as his mother managed to slip away before Bryan started beating on Timothy for getting in the way. Francis, as if in a foggy trance, followed his mother to her private bathroom. Blood was everywhere and she was sitting in the middle of the large tub crying and screaming in pain. She held a gun to her temple and when Francis walked in, she simply cried and said she was sorry. That she knew what he had been doing to him and Timothy and that she wished it could have been different...And then she gave him the bloody gun and asked him to simply put her out of her misery. And he did-without hesitation. He took the gun and the command filled his mind: Save her. But he knew what Fernando meant. Save her from this misery-by putting her out of it. And then he pulled the trigger, and ended his mother's life.
» But the evening was far from over. After hearing the gun shot, it seemed the entire place had gone still and even then, it seemed like Francis wasn't being himself. He simply let the gun fall from his fingers, letting Fernando take control. Maybe it was Francis' fear getting to him or maybe it was that he really did just snap. But he listened as Fernando told him what to do, step by step. He walked back to the kitchen where Bryan had the look of anger still on his face while Timothy looked pale with confusion, fear, and pain, his eye starting to bruise and became swollen from being hit and light scratches on him along with bruises around his neck from when he was being strangled y his own father. Francis, as Timothy told the police later, looked paler than death and had a foreign look to him. All in all, it wasn't his Francis. It only took seconds before Francis and Bryan were fighting with each other and Francis somehow overtook him, managing to tie him to a chair before he deliberately, while video taping the entire thing, tortured him while yelling out things such as after everything you put us all through and don't expect any mercy along with you deserve this and so much more. Timothy hadn't gotten the guts, or didn't seem to really believe it was all happening. He had been shocked to the point where he was immobile until Francis simply left Bryan to bleed to death. It seemed to make Timothy come back to his senses and he was able to call the cops, who were already on their way...The last time Timothy saw Francis it was when the police were putting him in handcuffs and hauling him away. He could see the fear in his own eyes,at what he had just done, and how Francis suddenly seemed so familiar and innocent...What Francis never knew was that, while Fernando was alive, he had been raped by Bryan on numerous occasions... And he damn well got his revenge.
LONDON - - > LOS ANGELES
» It was fairly obvious where Francis would end up after that: A mental institution. It took a few months but there was more than enough evidence that Francis was indeed schizophrenic, considering if it had been Francis who had done it, he would have been 'clean' about it since he was also obsessive compulsive-especially around the sight of blood. Francis, however, never spoke of his younger brother, Fernando, being the voice and some unknown force that would control him whenever he felt he was weakest. He spent years in the mental institution which was located in a remote area of Ireland...When he was twenty years old he was finally let out to have his first breath as a 'free' man.
» Francis, wanting to get away from everything, went to America specifically the west coast since it was very different from the climate in London and Ireland. This was where some modeling agency in a mall found him and since he needed a job, he took it. From there, it seemed his career took off. He modeled for every single brand, walked down catwalks, went to all the parties-he lived the celebrity life without much of the scandal since people seemed either extremely attracted to him because of his mysterious aura or felt very uninvited and felt they needed to just get away from him. Women were the ones mostly attracted to him, saying that they felt so on edge it felt dangerous to be around him and they didn't know why. It was obvious where this lead to: meaningless sex. One night stands were annoying, and he enjoyed them, for whatever hour the gals were useful for since, apparently, he made them get tired pretty quickly, and from there, Francis lived a normal life, as normal as one's life in the spotlight can be. He sees Timothy a lot, in magazines, but never in person. Timothy seems happy now, and seemed to leave the past in the past...
» But how can Francis leave his past behind when it continues to linger in his mind, reminding him everyday of the monster he really was and could never truly hide from the limelight? How can he let go when every fiber in his being was screaming at him to keep holding on?
YOUR NAME: steph ace
YOUR AGE: seventeen
EXPERIENCE: six to seven years
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
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This was it. This feeling. The racing of her heart tripping over itself. The feeling of just being in a little bubble, not caring about the past or future. Just the now. That one word suddenly seemed to take a hold of her and wrap her up in large, warm, soft angel wings and keep her safe from the world and invaders. She felt...
Like she was finally herself.
And when James' lips came in contact with her's, she felt that hollowness in her chest slowly start filling up with a feeling of being elevated and wisked away to some far away place. Ivonne didn't want to hold back, not as their lips seemed to crash against each other as if all the time they had kept their feelings hidden was suddenly breaking through the dam and rushing to break every border in the way.
Like James' said, it was time they finished being professional with each other. Sure, they would need to be professional with each other when actually in Vogue. But if they weren't there, why couldn't they just be themselves? It wasn't like when she had gone on that date with Sam...Sure he was a nice guy, really sweet and down the earth, but just like Sam had said, in public it would be a lot harder to act the way they did when in the privacy of a lounge or club. Then with JC. It was as if every kiss they gave each other was meant for someone else. She knew he liked Alice, was probably in love with her actually. He was kissing Ivonne, but deep down he wished it was Alice's lips he was kissing, just like Ivonne wished it was James' lips she was kissing.
But now she was. And deep down, she felt like Jasmine in the Disney movie Aladdin. Jasmine couldn't be with Aladdin, the peasant boy who was practically a theif. While Jasmine seemed to live her life in happiness and above everyone else, she wasn't happy. Not until she met Aladdin. She felt like she was in the one scene where they were on the magic carpet, soaring through the clouds, visiting exotic new places.
I can show you the world....Shining shimmering splendid. Tell me princess now when did you last let your heart decide?
Now. She was letting her heart decide now.
After a few minutes, Ivonne seemed to pull away, practically forcing herself, but her face remaining close to his as a soft smile fell over her lips,"Let's get out of here..." she whispered as if it were some big secret when it was only the 'two' of them up on the roof.
This was how Ivonne usually was when she was herself. She was a bit on the daredevil side, always looking for a way to get a thrill and break out of the normal bitchiness people had learned to categorize her as. There had been the one time at a beach party where she had been alone with James and a few other close friends and she, surprisingly, suggested they go skinny dipping. Hell, when she went to Italy, she actually went bungee jumping and when she went to New Zealand she was the first on a plane to go sky diving. So was she a daredevil at heart? People who knew her well enough could say so.
So wanting to secretly leave the party would be something she wanted to do. If he wanted privacy, they could go to her place and hang out...She didn't care where they went, as long as she was with James.
She chuckled softly before giving him a peck, her fingers slipping out from his and tracing his lips gently before tracing his jawline and down his neck, her eyes following her fingers before she looked back up and locked her's onto his. She was patiently waiting for a reply. If he didn't want to go, they could stay there. They had semi-privacy. The only way anyone would think they were even up there was if they saw him and everyone had been too preoccupied to even think about following or questioning their whereabouts.
Though, deep down, Ivonne knew the reason she wanted to get out of there was in case someone did follow them. There was always the possibility. James must have understood that, if she could, she would proudly walk in public with him without a care in the world. She wouldn't care if people criticized her or thought she was ruining her own image...
And that was just it. This... image she had built up that people seemed to adore and see as their rolemodel. This image people respected, feared, and evied. This image her father was proud of, her mother despised, and...The image was what seemed to come with the Ivonne Priesley name.
But would she be like her mother? Leave the person she cared about the most in the world for her career? She didn't want to follow her footsteps. If she and James were going to become anything, no matter what it was, she would show it to the world on her own time. She didn't have to share her life with every peice of media. Not if she didn't want to.
James...was she being selfish by thinking she sort of wanted to keep this....wherever this was going...to herself? The majority of her life, minus some of her family background, was already out for the world to see thanks to Illianna and Miranda. Maybe holding this small peice of information from everyone would be the best thing...?
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STATUS:tagged to james
WORD COUNT: 1105
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PLAYLIST: you could be happy, snow patrol
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