Post by Fabien Berléand on Nov 23, 2006 2:23:39 GMT -5
Name/Nicknames:
Fabien Jacques Berléand
Age/Birthdate:
Seventeen. || December 22nd.
Occupation/Education:
None. || Senior.
Nationality/Religion:
French || Catholic
Hobbies/Talents:
It’s ambiguous. || Soccer.
Height/Weight:
6’1” || 159 lbs.
General Appearance:
He has a European look, obnoxiously so. Without a second glance, you know that he might be able to get away (and just barely at that) with wearing Speedos on the beach now, but there will come a time where that sort of display will be dubbed as public indecency. Assuming he’s still in Collingstead, that is. He’s good looking, but he isn’t attractive. Which seems to be a norm with European men, you’re either attractive but good looking, or good looking but not attractive. It’s something that goes without explanation – it’s nothing about how the way you dress, or groom yourself (as Fabien himself is very well groomed), or even the way you carry yourself. You’re either attractive or you’re not, it’s a quality without variables.
A square face, high cheek bones, full lips, big eyes, suspiciously well-shaped eyebrows, he’s like straight out of a Dolce & Gabbana ad. It reiterates the idea of being good-looking, but not being attractive. There’s nothing attractive about a Dolce & Gabbana add, but they’re good looking. For the most part. Sometimes, it’s the other way around. Fabien is svelte, and there is nothing more befitting for him. He’s a strong advocate of the axiom “clothes are for people, not couches”. Even for men, there’s a certain body norm that needs to be maintained. It doesn’t stop at women, there’s no double standard. Women need to be slender, and men should be svelte. While there’s no double standards, there obviously is some varied leverage between the genders.
With a net worth of 2.3 billion, he dresses in only the best. Then again, it’s hard not to with that much in your pocket.
Smoke/Drink:
Yes || Yes
Desired Clique:
Elite.
Net-Worth:
2.3 billion
Family/Friends:
Nathalie Germaine Montague Berléand [ mother ]
Michel Fabrice Berléand [ father ]
Matthieu Clement Berléand [ brother ]
Jean Christin Berléand [ brother ]
Yves François Berléand [ brother ]
Personality/History:
They are the epitome of French world-weary indifference: or in other words, the Berléands are the most critical people you will encounter in Collingstead. Conforming perfectly to the French stereotype, they keep the spate of anti-French sentiment alive and well in the area. If there is any one group of people that fuels any (and every) anti-Frenchism fire Collingstead might have, it is the Berleands. If there wasn’t a state of French intolerance in Collingstead before the Berleand clan, there is no question that there is one now. In moving to the area, they took on a large responsibility. A large responsibility that doesn’t seem to be too daunting to them: embodying French elitism. They are not only the image of French elitism, they are the image of European elitism. It’s not worth a second glance if it’s not European, and it’s nothing if it isn’t French. They’re discourteous, they’re discriminatory, they’re demanding and they characterize an entire outlook of negativity on European culture.
Fabien is the product of a star that shined on six consecutive nineteen-seventy hit parades, and an unrivaled genus of high-fashion bitch. A flourishing model turned fruitless (which means a self-proclamation of being avant-garde) designer, and a musical artist whose failures trumped successes, but will always be remembered for those few and unparalleled chart-topping singles. They’re something above the garden variety snob, they’re emblematic. Not only are they emblematic, there’s almost something Elton John about the genre of cattiness you’ll find in the Berléand household – and it is couture. If they weren’t so devastatingly above it, they’d be IKEA retail regulars.
The Berléand family, as a whole, prompts a few questions. Fabien, in particular though, prompts public incivility. There is nothing in particular about him that is really justifiably offensive, but there’s his sometimes spoken, sometimes unspoken sense of superiority is without an analogous. There’ something about his physical reactions to things, there’s something about his body language. Oh, how there is something to be said about Fabien’s body language. He has systematically made himself the poster child for the famous Gallic “What do you expect me to do/say?” shrug. This shrug, being in short, not only an offensively apathetic (alright, so maybe there are a few things about him that are justifiably offensive) gesture – but an entire persona.
It’s his trademark, without a doubt, the raising of the shoulders, the sinking your head into your shoulders slightly, the look of resignation to the futility of it all. Well, that and the always-recognizable expression of, “I’m too good/European for this.” There is no better way to paraphrase Fabien’s flat personality than to say: he is a man of eloquent shrugging, scoffs, and a few odd, but never unfounded, “I’ve had it up to here” gesticulations. It’s not so much what Fabien says that seems to send people up the wall, but the way he reacts to things. There’s nothing more irritating than an expression of apathy with an underlying sense of superiority. It opens the door for so much anger, but no real sustainable response. What do you say to that? There’s nothing to be said, except maybe an exasperated grunt. But you’re not really talking then, are you?
Hometown:
Nice, France
Marital Status:
Single.
Role Play Sample:
Code:
EDITED.
Fabien Jacques Berléand
Age/Birthdate:
Seventeen. || December 22nd.
Occupation/Education:
None. || Senior.
Nationality/Religion:
French || Catholic
Hobbies/Talents:
It’s ambiguous. || Soccer.
Height/Weight:
6’1” || 159 lbs.
General Appearance:
He has a European look, obnoxiously so. Without a second glance, you know that he might be able to get away (and just barely at that) with wearing Speedos on the beach now, but there will come a time where that sort of display will be dubbed as public indecency. Assuming he’s still in Collingstead, that is. He’s good looking, but he isn’t attractive. Which seems to be a norm with European men, you’re either attractive but good looking, or good looking but not attractive. It’s something that goes without explanation – it’s nothing about how the way you dress, or groom yourself (as Fabien himself is very well groomed), or even the way you carry yourself. You’re either attractive or you’re not, it’s a quality without variables.
A square face, high cheek bones, full lips, big eyes, suspiciously well-shaped eyebrows, he’s like straight out of a Dolce & Gabbana ad. It reiterates the idea of being good-looking, but not being attractive. There’s nothing attractive about a Dolce & Gabbana add, but they’re good looking. For the most part. Sometimes, it’s the other way around. Fabien is svelte, and there is nothing more befitting for him. He’s a strong advocate of the axiom “clothes are for people, not couches”. Even for men, there’s a certain body norm that needs to be maintained. It doesn’t stop at women, there’s no double standard. Women need to be slender, and men should be svelte. While there’s no double standards, there obviously is some varied leverage between the genders.
With a net worth of 2.3 billion, he dresses in only the best. Then again, it’s hard not to with that much in your pocket.
Smoke/Drink:
Yes || Yes
Desired Clique:
Elite.
Net-Worth:
2.3 billion
Family/Friends:
Nathalie Germaine Montague Berléand [ mother ]
Michel Fabrice Berléand [ father ]
Matthieu Clement Berléand [ brother ]
Jean Christin Berléand [ brother ]
Yves François Berléand [ brother ]
Personality/History:
They are the epitome of French world-weary indifference: or in other words, the Berléands are the most critical people you will encounter in Collingstead. Conforming perfectly to the French stereotype, they keep the spate of anti-French sentiment alive and well in the area. If there is any one group of people that fuels any (and every) anti-Frenchism fire Collingstead might have, it is the Berleands. If there wasn’t a state of French intolerance in Collingstead before the Berleand clan, there is no question that there is one now. In moving to the area, they took on a large responsibility. A large responsibility that doesn’t seem to be too daunting to them: embodying French elitism. They are not only the image of French elitism, they are the image of European elitism. It’s not worth a second glance if it’s not European, and it’s nothing if it isn’t French. They’re discourteous, they’re discriminatory, they’re demanding and they characterize an entire outlook of negativity on European culture.
Fabien is the product of a star that shined on six consecutive nineteen-seventy hit parades, and an unrivaled genus of high-fashion bitch. A flourishing model turned fruitless (which means a self-proclamation of being avant-garde) designer, and a musical artist whose failures trumped successes, but will always be remembered for those few and unparalleled chart-topping singles. They’re something above the garden variety snob, they’re emblematic. Not only are they emblematic, there’s almost something Elton John about the genre of cattiness you’ll find in the Berléand household – and it is couture. If they weren’t so devastatingly above it, they’d be IKEA retail regulars.
The Berléand family, as a whole, prompts a few questions. Fabien, in particular though, prompts public incivility. There is nothing in particular about him that is really justifiably offensive, but there’s his sometimes spoken, sometimes unspoken sense of superiority is without an analogous. There’ something about his physical reactions to things, there’s something about his body language. Oh, how there is something to be said about Fabien’s body language. He has systematically made himself the poster child for the famous Gallic “What do you expect me to do/say?” shrug. This shrug, being in short, not only an offensively apathetic (alright, so maybe there are a few things about him that are justifiably offensive) gesture – but an entire persona.
It’s his trademark, without a doubt, the raising of the shoulders, the sinking your head into your shoulders slightly, the look of resignation to the futility of it all. Well, that and the always-recognizable expression of, “I’m too good/European for this.” There is no better way to paraphrase Fabien’s flat personality than to say: he is a man of eloquent shrugging, scoffs, and a few odd, but never unfounded, “I’ve had it up to here” gesticulations. It’s not so much what Fabien says that seems to send people up the wall, but the way he reacts to things. There’s nothing more irritating than an expression of apathy with an underlying sense of superiority. It opens the door for so much anger, but no real sustainable response. What do you say to that? There’s nothing to be said, except maybe an exasperated grunt. But you’re not really talking then, are you?
Hometown:
Nice, France
Marital Status:
Single.
Role Play Sample:
Code:
EDITED.
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