Post by Sébastien Dumont on Sept 28, 2008 2:49:01 GMT -5
Character Basics
Full Name: Sébastien Dumont
Nickname(s): Amongst "friends" he'll sometimes go by Bastien
Birthday: August 5
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Marquis
Character Information
Appearance:
Sébastien is the epitome of a well-off noble. His grooming is always just so. His brown hair, which is kept shoulder-length frames his face perfectly. His goatee and mustache are always trimmed neatly and he has yet to be seen in public with them not so, though there have been times where the goatee has been missing. His brown eyes often betray his intentions or emotions, though when he truly wants to be subtle and not obvious about things, he can manage to hide his emotions and make himself convey whichever is beneficial.
His clothing is neatly tailored to look nice on his 5'11", 170-pound frame. He keeps with the times and the latest fashion, wearing only what is considered suitable for someone with his title to wear, usually some sort of suit-like outfit. He wears a ring on his right pinky with a simple gem and usually carries a cane, more for looks than actual necessity. After all, should he actually have use for a cane at thirty, he would loathe aging even more than he already does, but for now he views aging as having done something good for him.
Personality:
One word is necessary to sum up Sébastien's personality: conceited. Little more need be said but that, and it's usually the first impression one gets of him unless he's up to something. He has a title and everything that comes with that. He knows he's desirable even if for those reasons alone and not much more, and he doesn't see any need to overextend himself. He can have just about any woman he'd want as he sees it. All he needs is to talk to a young woman's father, and determine the dowry should there be one, and all is good. After all, what father wouldn't wish his daughter to be with Sébastien? That's his view on things anyway. He's the best thing since the invention of the horse and carriage, after all, even if he knows many don't agree. Doesn't bother him.
Sébastien can be charming when he wants. Of course, his motive ultimately is self-serving when he is like this, further pointed out by the fact that it's usually around the ladies that he is like this. He does not hesitate to "wine and dine" a woman, if that's what it takes. He's not overly promiscuous, but he doesn't mind it to some degree, so long as he can keep it off the record and without other's knowledge. He is a definite womanizer. His reputation often precedes him, but there are times when it doesn't. It all depends upon whom the person has spoken with beforehand. He is definitely chauvinistic. He likes being in authority. He loves to dominate. He loves control. It's his life's blood and he lives and breathes for it. He loathes not having things his way. He feels he has the right to doing things as he sees fit due to his title. All who disagree beware.
Catch him in a lie, and Sébastien becomes very defensive and will sometimes stumble over his words, trying to dig himself out and ultimately managing only to dig himself deeper. Only on rare occasions does he manage to keep his smooth-talking self intact in such a situation.
The Marquis is a gentleman through and through in his manners. His upbringing trained him to be like that...at least in public. There is a side of him that no one sees because he has common sense enough to hide it. His aggression and love of dominance get the better of him at times in private. Should a woman cross the line in such a way that he deems unforgiveable, she suffers. His personality becomes terrifying enough that no one has spoken out so far, and he apologizes profusely. Of course, there aren't many that have seen this side of him besides his cousin and mother, and his mother wishes to protect him.
History:
Sébastien is rarely open about his past. As far as everyone knows, Bastien was subject to a normal upbringing for one of his family's position. He was given the proper schooling and treated as every other boy in the world, but then, that doesn't make for an interesting story, does it? And it certainly doesn't explain how he became the way he is today. Of course, few even question it, for to the public, he is a proper gentleman with the average exploits and conquests. There's nothing to wonder about and besides, it's not their place to question or gossip, right? For most, yes.
To some extent, they are right. Sébastien had an average upbringing with a mother and a father and eventually a cousin that joined the picture shortly after his father's death. In the public eye they were normal. His father and mother dragged him along to the proper events and galas as he grew older. They taught him the tools he'd need to have a successful life, tools that many would never have in the society of the day. They groomed him to be the perfect face for the family when he neared age. However, behind closed doors, there was always pressure and constant belittling. He found himself nothing but a scared little boy and the way his mother just sat and said nothing as his father yelled at or, at times, hit him, gave him no respect for women--especially not his mother.
When his father died, Sébastien found relief in that. The yelling and fighting was done, and now he was the one expected to take the lead, and the lead he did take. Like father, like son--only worse, and his mother and cousin can only testify. It was about eight months after his father died that he met Marquis Gerard Deloncre, a recently widowed man with a daughter, Nicole. The two men hit it off rather nicely. They shared something, at least the way Sébastien saw it: a dispassion for women's antics and position in society. Whatever it was, it worked. Only a short matter of mere months later, he had arranged for an engagement to sweet Nicole, and they were set to be wed. Shortly before the ceremony that was to mark the momentous event and seal the deal, Nicole disappeared, leaving Sébastien feeling quite outraged. It has been around four and a half years since, but he still is sore, and now it isn't recovering what was lost that is his goal but instead punishing such unbecoming, rude, and unbecoming behavior. Nicole made him feel a fool, and that isn't something he will willingly ignore.
Random Info
Likes:
+ Power
+ Dominance
+ Chivalry
+ Shy/quiet women
+ Women who are easy to control
+ Mystery/Intrigue
+ Control
+ Authority
+ Being feared
+ Being respected
+ Being right
+ Being listened to
+ Getting his way
+ Success
+ Winning
+ Sword fighting
Dislikes:
- Failure
- Losing
- Being told what to do
- Being proven wrong
- Being ignored
- Being dominated
- Not getting his way
- Poor decorum
- Those who make a scene
- Independent women
- Women who think they run him
- Children
- His brat of a younger cousin
Fears: What Sébastien fears most is losing his position somehow as well as having shame brought to his proud name. He also fears being made a fool out of.
Habits: Years of upbringing have nearly annihilated most nervous habits. However, he does tend to talk about himself and his accomplishments or his family when at loss as to what to say or talk about, something that probably bores and/or annoys most.
Family
Parents: Anton Dumont (Deceased, 50 at death, would be 60), Joséphine Dumont (Alive, 50)
Sibling(s): None
Relative(s): Marcelle Dumont (Cousin, 14, lives with Sébastien and his mother)
Other
Custom Title: N/A
The magic word: Inside my mind
Role Play Sample:
[As Trevor Williams on an HP site.]
"'Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd,'" Trevor quoted in a confident, jeering manner, as he took a couple steps closer, though still out of her reach. "And, indubitably, Evie, if ever that quote would have any bearing, it would be now. As would, 'The mouth of a cannon is safer that the mouth of a woman scorned.' Well, love has been turned to hate and you have been made a fool. And, were I truly fearful of either, Evie, you would be dead at this very moment.
"But truly, I do think you deserve some chance to think over your options. For, once one decides there is nothing to lose in a game of cat and mouse, he begins to see the fun in it. Should it even last for years on end, it is inevitable that one day the cat shall catch the mouse. Likewise, the murderer is always successful in the end. It is a game of wit and to make one's life's work to perfect such an art as murder, you must be of a quick and ready mind, for at any moment the subject could so quickly turn the tables, and I've no doubt you could do it, Evie, if you tried. Make it fun for me, make it a challenge, for I daresay it has seldom been challenging these past few months.
"You came to me willingly but unwillingly will you leave my sights, for the only way you shall leave is dead. But, whether I chase you for minutes, hours, or days is up to you. Sleep will be avoided, but a fair fight as you so declare this not to be, I cannot offer you, for I am what I am and you are what you are." Momentarily, he paused, letting out a sigh and shaking his head as he thought, smirk forming on his lips as he looked down at her, obvious some sickly idea had come to his head that would only be amusing to himself and others like him, a stroke of genius in his own field.
"I'm everything you aren't, Evie, so how can I? That opposites attract can in no other way be so ironically true. Regardless, the game is simple, the rules obvious. For you to escape with your life, you must prove yourself worthy. You must outsmart me in this. Every advantage will be used against you, but should you prevail, you'll be let go." What more could he offer her? An opportunity to live, an opportunity to gain the upperhand, to prove herself better, an opportunity to do something without having to swallow pride and go beg hubby for help yet again....all of that was involved in this offer that he felt was more than fair enough.
Of course, she had to fight like a muggle to get it, but all the same, it was more than she had now. She didn't even have a chance to fight or live now. At any second, he could cast the spell at her, and it would take her off this planet for eternity...unless she chose to come back as a ghost, but all the same. All she had to do was play his sick, twisted little excuse for a game for a while til he was unable to hinder her escape. All she had to do was say the word and her legs would be released, the game begin.
((Meh, not my best.))
Full Name: Sébastien Dumont
Nickname(s): Amongst "friends" he'll sometimes go by Bastien
Birthday: August 5
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Marquis
Character Information
Appearance:
Sébastien is the epitome of a well-off noble. His grooming is always just so. His brown hair, which is kept shoulder-length frames his face perfectly. His goatee and mustache are always trimmed neatly and he has yet to be seen in public with them not so, though there have been times where the goatee has been missing. His brown eyes often betray his intentions or emotions, though when he truly wants to be subtle and not obvious about things, he can manage to hide his emotions and make himself convey whichever is beneficial.
His clothing is neatly tailored to look nice on his 5'11", 170-pound frame. He keeps with the times and the latest fashion, wearing only what is considered suitable for someone with his title to wear, usually some sort of suit-like outfit. He wears a ring on his right pinky with a simple gem and usually carries a cane, more for looks than actual necessity. After all, should he actually have use for a cane at thirty, he would loathe aging even more than he already does, but for now he views aging as having done something good for him.
Personality:
One word is necessary to sum up Sébastien's personality: conceited. Little more need be said but that, and it's usually the first impression one gets of him unless he's up to something. He has a title and everything that comes with that. He knows he's desirable even if for those reasons alone and not much more, and he doesn't see any need to overextend himself. He can have just about any woman he'd want as he sees it. All he needs is to talk to a young woman's father, and determine the dowry should there be one, and all is good. After all, what father wouldn't wish his daughter to be with Sébastien? That's his view on things anyway. He's the best thing since the invention of the horse and carriage, after all, even if he knows many don't agree. Doesn't bother him.
Sébastien can be charming when he wants. Of course, his motive ultimately is self-serving when he is like this, further pointed out by the fact that it's usually around the ladies that he is like this. He does not hesitate to "wine and dine" a woman, if that's what it takes. He's not overly promiscuous, but he doesn't mind it to some degree, so long as he can keep it off the record and without other's knowledge. He is a definite womanizer. His reputation often precedes him, but there are times when it doesn't. It all depends upon whom the person has spoken with beforehand. He is definitely chauvinistic. He likes being in authority. He loves to dominate. He loves control. It's his life's blood and he lives and breathes for it. He loathes not having things his way. He feels he has the right to doing things as he sees fit due to his title. All who disagree beware.
Catch him in a lie, and Sébastien becomes very defensive and will sometimes stumble over his words, trying to dig himself out and ultimately managing only to dig himself deeper. Only on rare occasions does he manage to keep his smooth-talking self intact in such a situation.
The Marquis is a gentleman through and through in his manners. His upbringing trained him to be like that...at least in public. There is a side of him that no one sees because he has common sense enough to hide it. His aggression and love of dominance get the better of him at times in private. Should a woman cross the line in such a way that he deems unforgiveable, she suffers. His personality becomes terrifying enough that no one has spoken out so far, and he apologizes profusely. Of course, there aren't many that have seen this side of him besides his cousin and mother, and his mother wishes to protect him.
History:
Sébastien is rarely open about his past. As far as everyone knows, Bastien was subject to a normal upbringing for one of his family's position. He was given the proper schooling and treated as every other boy in the world, but then, that doesn't make for an interesting story, does it? And it certainly doesn't explain how he became the way he is today. Of course, few even question it, for to the public, he is a proper gentleman with the average exploits and conquests. There's nothing to wonder about and besides, it's not their place to question or gossip, right? For most, yes.
To some extent, they are right. Sébastien had an average upbringing with a mother and a father and eventually a cousin that joined the picture shortly after his father's death. In the public eye they were normal. His father and mother dragged him along to the proper events and galas as he grew older. They taught him the tools he'd need to have a successful life, tools that many would never have in the society of the day. They groomed him to be the perfect face for the family when he neared age. However, behind closed doors, there was always pressure and constant belittling. He found himself nothing but a scared little boy and the way his mother just sat and said nothing as his father yelled at or, at times, hit him, gave him no respect for women--especially not his mother.
When his father died, Sébastien found relief in that. The yelling and fighting was done, and now he was the one expected to take the lead, and the lead he did take. Like father, like son--only worse, and his mother and cousin can only testify. It was about eight months after his father died that he met Marquis Gerard Deloncre, a recently widowed man with a daughter, Nicole. The two men hit it off rather nicely. They shared something, at least the way Sébastien saw it: a dispassion for women's antics and position in society. Whatever it was, it worked. Only a short matter of mere months later, he had arranged for an engagement to sweet Nicole, and they were set to be wed. Shortly before the ceremony that was to mark the momentous event and seal the deal, Nicole disappeared, leaving Sébastien feeling quite outraged. It has been around four and a half years since, but he still is sore, and now it isn't recovering what was lost that is his goal but instead punishing such unbecoming, rude, and unbecoming behavior. Nicole made him feel a fool, and that isn't something he will willingly ignore.
Random Info
Likes:
+ Power
+ Dominance
+ Chivalry
+ Shy/quiet women
+ Women who are easy to control
+ Mystery/Intrigue
+ Control
+ Authority
+ Being feared
+ Being respected
+ Being right
+ Being listened to
+ Getting his way
+ Success
+ Winning
+ Sword fighting
Dislikes:
- Failure
- Losing
- Being told what to do
- Being proven wrong
- Being ignored
- Being dominated
- Not getting his way
- Poor decorum
- Those who make a scene
- Independent women
- Women who think they run him
- Children
- His brat of a younger cousin
Fears: What Sébastien fears most is losing his position somehow as well as having shame brought to his proud name. He also fears being made a fool out of.
Habits: Years of upbringing have nearly annihilated most nervous habits. However, he does tend to talk about himself and his accomplishments or his family when at loss as to what to say or talk about, something that probably bores and/or annoys most.
Family
Parents: Anton Dumont (Deceased, 50 at death, would be 60), Joséphine Dumont (Alive, 50)
Sibling(s): None
Relative(s): Marcelle Dumont (Cousin, 14, lives with Sébastien and his mother)
Other
Custom Title: N/A
The magic word: Inside my mind
Role Play Sample:
[As Trevor Williams on an HP site.]
"'Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd,'" Trevor quoted in a confident, jeering manner, as he took a couple steps closer, though still out of her reach. "And, indubitably, Evie, if ever that quote would have any bearing, it would be now. As would, 'The mouth of a cannon is safer that the mouth of a woman scorned.' Well, love has been turned to hate and you have been made a fool. And, were I truly fearful of either, Evie, you would be dead at this very moment.
"But truly, I do think you deserve some chance to think over your options. For, once one decides there is nothing to lose in a game of cat and mouse, he begins to see the fun in it. Should it even last for years on end, it is inevitable that one day the cat shall catch the mouse. Likewise, the murderer is always successful in the end. It is a game of wit and to make one's life's work to perfect such an art as murder, you must be of a quick and ready mind, for at any moment the subject could so quickly turn the tables, and I've no doubt you could do it, Evie, if you tried. Make it fun for me, make it a challenge, for I daresay it has seldom been challenging these past few months.
"You came to me willingly but unwillingly will you leave my sights, for the only way you shall leave is dead. But, whether I chase you for minutes, hours, or days is up to you. Sleep will be avoided, but a fair fight as you so declare this not to be, I cannot offer you, for I am what I am and you are what you are." Momentarily, he paused, letting out a sigh and shaking his head as he thought, smirk forming on his lips as he looked down at her, obvious some sickly idea had come to his head that would only be amusing to himself and others like him, a stroke of genius in his own field.
"I'm everything you aren't, Evie, so how can I? That opposites attract can in no other way be so ironically true. Regardless, the game is simple, the rules obvious. For you to escape with your life, you must prove yourself worthy. You must outsmart me in this. Every advantage will be used against you, but should you prevail, you'll be let go." What more could he offer her? An opportunity to live, an opportunity to gain the upperhand, to prove herself better, an opportunity to do something without having to swallow pride and go beg hubby for help yet again....all of that was involved in this offer that he felt was more than fair enough.
Of course, she had to fight like a muggle to get it, but all the same, it was more than she had now. She didn't even have a chance to fight or live now. At any second, he could cast the spell at her, and it would take her off this planet for eternity...unless she chose to come back as a ghost, but all the same. All she had to do was play his sick, twisted little excuse for a game for a while til he was unable to hinder her escape. All she had to do was say the word and her legs would be released, the game begin.
((Meh, not my best.))