Post by Jeremie Emeric Florentin on Nov 15, 2009 16:51:04 GMT -5
[/color]Flirting w/ beautiful womendespite the lies that you're making
JEREMIEemericFLORENTIN
your love is mine for the taking
•••
If you don't believe me; watch, and I will make it happen. If you wanna see me
fall apart again but if it's going to be this way, here I come to save the day.
And while I'm at it, throw a hand grenade on everything good around here.my love is just waiting
THE BASICS
to turn your tears to roses
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FULL NAME|| Jeremie Emeric Florentin
NICKNAME(S)|| Jere, Remie, Em, Ric
AGE|| 17
GROUP|| Vampire
NATIONALITY|| French
OCCUPATION|| Student - High School
CANON OR ORIGINAL|| Originali will be the one that's gonna hold you
THE APPEARENCE
i will be the one that you run to
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HAIR|| Soft unruly dark brown hair
EYES|| Light blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| 6"2/173 lbs
GENERAL DESCRIPTION||
Tall and thin. His hair is as soft as it looks and usually messy. No matter how hard he tries to fix it, it won't stay put. His eyes usually sport a mischievous glint to it but that's probably because he's always up to something. His smile is his weapon; it charms the ladies.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES||
Jeremie's mostly known for his hair and high cheekbones.my love is a burning, consuming fire
THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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LIKES||
•Hatred & annoyance directed at him
•Toying with people's feelings
•Starting problems
•Innocent/naive girls
[/ul]DISLIKES||
•Purge in France
•Attention whores stealing his spotlight
•People that are smarter than him
•Getting caught before his fun ends
[/ul]GENERAL PERSONALITY||
Jeremie believes he's God's gift to women. He can be a bit of a narcissist but that's partially due to the number of women back at France who complimented him on a daily basis. Being a vampire, he sees himself and his family as superior to humans. The purge of French vampires only helped to reinforce that mentality. Jeremie's a flirtatious bastard who likes to use sexual innuendo rather than crude comments. He is now completely distrustful of humans and plans to start trouble in their new home in Romania, despite learning that Romanian humans are more tolerant and accepting of vampires. It doesn't matter to him. He will break as much hearts and cause as much shit with the humans as much as possible. It's his form of mourning, having lost his father to the purge and being forced out of his home in France. Simply put, he can't be trusted. Jeremie loves attention and any negative form of emotions directed towards him makes him happy; it fuels him to carry on with his plans.
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when darkness comes i'll light the night with stars
THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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PARENTS||
Theodore Emile Florentin (deceased)
Jacqueline Jori Florentin - 53
SIBLINGS||
Isabelle Aline Florentin - 24
Laurence Marcel Florentin - 15
OTHER FAMILY||
Maximilien Luc Bellerose - 59 (Uncle)
Sophie Adele (nee Florentin) Bellerose - 57 (Aunt)
Nicolas Mael Bellerose - 25
SPOUSE|| N/A
CHILDREN|| N/A
HISTORY||
Jeremie Emeric is the second child and first son born to Theodore and Jacqueline Florentin. He was born on a cool winter night; with his seven year old sister waiting impatiently outside the door with his uncle and aunt. Then, his little brother Laurence came two years later. Back then, his parents had decided that one child would be enough for them. Watching Isabelle grow up alone and so quickly, they decided to give her a little brother or sister - which later resulted in two boys. Jeremie had a pretty happy childhood for as far as he could remember and then he started going to school. Who knows how he changed but perhaps it was due to exposure to other people and television that put him on the path that he was on now.
His life was going pretty well for him for awhile. He dated girls left and right - not that his relationships lasted very long. Jeremie loved challenges, especially going after the girls who were already committed to someone else. Breaking people up and seeing them going through stages of heartbreak made him happy. The world was his stage and the people in it were his toys. He was a manipulative and childish bastard like that. Even then, he didn't think much of humans. They were simply fascinating things to look at and have his way with. Still, he wasn't all that bad - yet.
Then, the purge happened and his family were forced to separate from the Bellerose's. They clearly couldn't stay in hiding in France forever and had no choice but to take whatever they can with them and move to Romania where vampire life was more peaceful. Unfortunately, they got caught somehow and his father had sacrificed himself for his family to get away. Now, at Romania, Jeremie and the rest of their family are still grieving for their loss but no one was having it worst than their mother. They're all dealing with it in their own different ways. Jeremie simply stopped having long conversations with the rest of his family and only answers them when talked to. He thinks much lowly of humans now and will do to them as he sees fit. He internally hates the majority of humankind; having lost all faith in them. With the humans in France capable of doing what they did, who's to say that the same won't happen eventually in Romania? No, they ruined his life; he'd return the favor with a smile on his face.
my love is just waiting
THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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ALIAS|| Janey
AGE|| (:
CONTACT INFO|| PM Valeriu Vladescu
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| HP RP Forum
HERMIONE'S FEELING OUT|| admin edit
ANYTHING ELSE|| All Florentin/Bellerose are vampires if it's allowed.
RP SAMPLE||
Heavy: the adjective describing the long pile of books and personal items in his arms. It was also a pile of things that he didn’t have to be carrying but did so for one of his teachers out of the kindness of his heart. Really, Julian was heading that way anyway so he figured that he might as well drop it off at the library. He could simplify his life some more by using his wand to do all the lifting, but how can he do such a feat when he didn’t have the object of importance in hand? It didn’t matter, he wasn’t complaining much. He might as well see the task at hand as a form of exercise of some sort and while he made his way to the library, thinking about the weight of the bundle in his hands was helping to distract his thoughts. No, it didn’t work. No matter what he did, all Julian could think about was Caroline and how he hadn’t talked to her since their crossing of paths in the Ravenclaw common room before the ball. Since then, he hasn’t seen much of her – not that he was purposely avoiding her and kept thinking that maybe he was being stubborn about everything and should just get over the betrayal. It was easier said than done. How can he trust anything she says anymore? Then again, all she did was a break a promise. It’s not like she killed someone or cheated on him because the fact of the matter is, they weren’t even dating.
He would probably be stuck in the best friend role forever. Other than that little punch of reality, promises were made to be broken, weren’t they? Either way, her actions had hurt him for the very last time. He wished he could program himself to stop loving her but the world didn’t work that way. Or, better yet surgery would be nice. Open him up and heal all the hurt. Distractions, he needed to find a new hobby, read a new book, anything to keep his thoughts away from her. Julian could say that he wished to forget about her completely but he knew better. He could be optimistic, open-minded, or believe anything he wanted to in order to enforce that notion but he didn’t want to. It’s not even a matter of masochism anymore. It’s was her, all because of her. Most, if not all of his memories in Hogwarts were etched with her. How would he remove one important particle of his being without somehow destroying parts of his other functions? Julian was never joking when he said that she was his heart. Hell, he literally meant that she was his heart. In his point of view, their strings of life were too intertwined with each other, practically one. If fate were to cut her strings, well they might as well cut his strings along with it.
He was a romantic at heart, or how he perceived himself to be. Unless this whole time, his perception on their relationship had been wrong. Perhaps what he saw as romanticism was some twisted kind of dependency that he had acquired. Maybe she didn’t really need him and the real cold hard truth was the exact opposite, that he (who tried to live life as healthily as possible) needed her (the alcoholic) more than she ever needed him. That couldn’t be it, deep down he knew that wasn’t the case; but fear, her past actions and long separation from her was making him think the worse. Above all else, they were friends first and not once did he ever feel like... like she had stuck with him through it all for the long run because she was toying with him, that it was all a game. Julian suddenly stopped in his tracks not because he needed to rewind through his sudden revelation but because he needed to find out where he was. His arms were starting to get stiff a bit as he readjusted himself and continued down the corridor. He angled his head a bit to look ahead of him and was glad that his pathway was silent and obstruction free. The male really wasn’t looking forward to later that day. He can already imagine the feelings of his arms falling off due to all that lugging around. He hoped that wasn’t the case since he had a whole afternoon planned. The Ravenclaw was going to get some of his work done so he’d require use of his left hand to write. Taking steady breaths, he continued with his trek with his mind cleared, concentrating solely on his steps and that corner that he’d have to turn before reaching the library.
He would probably be stuck in the best friend role forever. Other than that little punch of reality, promises were made to be broken, weren’t they? Either way, her actions had hurt him for the very last time. He wished he could program himself to stop loving her but the world didn’t work that way. Or, better yet surgery would be nice. Open him up and heal all the hurt. Distractions, he needed to find a new hobby, read a new book, anything to keep his thoughts away from her. Julian could say that he wished to forget about her completely but he knew better. He could be optimistic, open-minded, or believe anything he wanted to in order to enforce that notion but he didn’t want to. It’s not even a matter of masochism anymore. It’s was her, all because of her. Most, if not all of his memories in Hogwarts were etched with her. How would he remove one important particle of his being without somehow destroying parts of his other functions? Julian was never joking when he said that she was his heart. Hell, he literally meant that she was his heart. In his point of view, their strings of life were too intertwined with each other, practically one. If fate were to cut her strings, well they might as well cut his strings along with it.
He was a romantic at heart, or how he perceived himself to be. Unless this whole time, his perception on their relationship had been wrong. Perhaps what he saw as romanticism was some twisted kind of dependency that he had acquired. Maybe she didn’t really need him and the real cold hard truth was the exact opposite, that he (who tried to live life as healthily as possible) needed her (the alcoholic) more than she ever needed him. That couldn’t be it, deep down he knew that wasn’t the case; but fear, her past actions and long separation from her was making him think the worse. Above all else, they were friends first and not once did he ever feel like... like she had stuck with him through it all for the long run because she was toying with him, that it was all a game. Julian suddenly stopped in his tracks not because he needed to rewind through his sudden revelation but because he needed to find out where he was. His arms were starting to get stiff a bit as he readjusted himself and continued down the corridor. He angled his head a bit to look ahead of him and was glad that his pathway was silent and obstruction free. The male really wasn’t looking forward to later that day. He can already imagine the feelings of his arms falling off due to all that lugging around. He hoped that wasn’t the case since he had a whole afternoon planned. The Ravenclaw was going to get some of his work done so he’d require use of his left hand to write. Taking steady breaths, he continued with his trek with his mind cleared, concentrating solely on his steps and that corner that he’d have to turn before reaching the library.
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