Post by Rainier Lundy Guillaume on Aug 19, 2011 12:36:06 GMT 10
BASICS
Character name: Rainer Lundy Guillaume ("Rainy", "Lundy", Rainer", call him whatever floats your boat)
Age and year at school: 18, 12
Gender: Male
Gift/Talent: CAPA
Will your character be boarding at DSGT? Yes
APPEARENCE
Hair: Short, choppy, mousy brown
Eyes: Hazle-Blue
Body: 6 foot even, 160lbs, give or take.
Face Claim/Character Model:
Gaspard Ulliel
SPECIFICS
Gift/Talent: Rainier is a cellist. He started with the piano at age four. His mother was a teacher, his father a concert pianist. Rainier and his twin sister, Laurette, started with lessons early. Laurette had the talent for the piano, Rainer, less so. He then, at age 6, moved to attempt the violin. He had no patience for an instrument that had to be held. He found his home with the cello at age 8, and has been playing for 10 years. His cello is his pride a joy. He, like Yo Yo Ma, has named his cello. His Lewis & Clark cello is named Sacagawea (kinda cheesy, but yeah.)
Likes:
-Hand written letters: Call him a hopeless romantic, but he loves handwriting letters to anyone. He wrote his last girlfriend received over 200 letters from him in their two year relationship.
-His Cello: His cello, named Sacagawea, is his life. He takes immaculate care of her. At at a price tag of over $7,000 , he'd better.
-Sports cars: Driving fast and taking tight turns. There is no rollar coaster that can give him that adrenaline rush anymore.
-Music: His escape, his refuge, his home. He doesn't consider his school or his house his home. He considers the char he sits in to play his cello home. With ear buds in, and an iPod playing a constant stream of his favorite pieces to play, he disappears, and it becomes nearly impossible to reach him.
-Mark Twain: Pure literary genius. The complete audio works of Mark Twain also live on his iPod.
-Caramel Coffee: His mother used to make him and Laurette caramel coffee every morning. It is a very good comfort drink. He starts every morning with a cup.
-Black and white photos: He thinks that the natural beauty of any photograph can be found in the the black and white. Color is cool, but a classy B&W picture will always capture his attention.
-Horse Back Riding: While he is good at it, he doesn't want to peruse it. His aunt introduced him to horses at a young age, hoping to capture him away from the musical side of the family.
-Inside out oreos & peanut butter: Don't hate. It's delicious.
-Thunderstorms: They are so full of power and they are beautiful.
Dislikes:
-Chatspeak: He likes to prove he has an education..
-Books With Cliff Hangers/Book Series: Because they make you read more of their books, and what if that book sucked? He doesn't want to have to go read eighteen more books because he's curious.
-Assumptions: People automatically assume that because he's French, he is prissy, likes wine, drinks and smokes a TON, is probably gay, does a lot with fashion week, only eats caviar and snails, and lives in a huge house. He is far from prissy, wine is odd tasting to him, he enjoys his lungs, definitely had three girl friends, fashion week makes no sense to him, caviar and snails are revolting to him, and his parent's house was a town house, mostly filled with pianos and other various instruments.
-Eggs of ANY type: Unless in a cake or some other tasty confection, Rainier hates eggs. Any type. Caviar, roe, chicken, goose, duck. You name it. They are disgusting and only should be in cakes.
-Willful & stubborn people: Sometimes, you need to learn to go with the flow, accept other ideas, let someone else be right. While being stubborn and willful can have its benefits, they are mostly annoying to him.
-Sob-story romantic novels: They are ALL the same, just with different names, in different places and different reasons why her mother is dead and her father is angry...
-Days when the temperature is above 25ÂșC: Then they start to get muggy and disgusting.
-Scarves: They serve no purpose to him other then making his neck a million degrees hotter then the rest of his body. (This dislike only applies MOST of the time..)
-Skiing: Just.. why? Why is standing on two stick and going down a hill at break-neck speed fun? Someone help him understand this...
-Normal Oreos: They don't taste as good as backwards ones.
Strengths:
-Listening: It doesn't matter what kind of a day he has had, Rainier will listen to you. It doesn't matter what you are saying, he'll listen and be interested. He doesn't mind two hour rants about anything.
-Steel nerves: He doesn't get nervous.. Nothing can really fluster him. If it does panic him, it is panic worthy. He'll probably break down one day, but he's pushing that off as much as possible.
-Determination: He isn't a procrastinator. Everything gets done right then.
-Willingness: Ask him, and he'll probably do it for you or help you with it. He is very willing to please.
Weaknesses:
-Overeagerness: His zealous passion for life and for helping often freak people out.
-Breakdowns: He doesn't break down or give into stress very often, but when he does, he completely falls apart. He becomes a 10,000 piece puzzle of clear blue sky. And with each breakdown, he's getting harder to put back together.
- Shutdown: His mechanism of dealing with strong emotions, stress, or really anything, is to completely shut everything else out and fix the problem. This is great, but why do you think he has three EX-girlfriends?
-Mouth: There are times where he talks too fast and his brain can't keep up with the words. This can get him into trouble..
Dreams/Goals: Own a big Chateau near Desrosiers, or some musically inclined school and possibly teach.
Siblings: No, Laurette is in Russia.
THE AUTHOR
What's your name? Rainy
How old are you? Old..
Are you male or female? Female :]
Where'd you hear about us? Our lord and master, Google.
Any other characters on the site? If so, who? Nope! None :]
Got any gifts or talents of your own? I can write! Words! I'm also pretty handy with photoshop :]
SAMPLE
Rainier had his earbuds in, was nestled in his favorite chair, and had his most prized possession nestled in the crook of his own body. His bedroom windows were open and a soft breeze drifted lazily over the polished black wood of his cello. His fingers pulled and pushed the bow back and forth of the taught strings, the music being played followed the tune of Bach's Cello Suite No. 1, Rainier's favorite piece to play. His concentration was suddenly shattered, a buzzing of a phone, vibrating picture frames and guitar picks on his dresser. He frowned. Carefully setting the instrument down, he investigated. A text message.. From Ella. He frowned. Three months had gone by since she had broken their relationship off. He set the phone back down. Placing two finger tips on each temple he pressed down hard, closing his eyes and letting music rush through his veins. He began to feel a calm fill him from the belly up when the phone buzzed again. Rainier glared at the phone. Text message number two. He snatched it off the dresser, pushing at buttons to silence it. His cello was calling. That's when it buzzed the third time. She was calling now. Rainier let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. She wanted nothing to do with him for three months, now she wouldn't leave him be. He glanced at his mirror, the three school applications taped on it in descending order. He placed a finger on the cool glass, tapping gently under the word "Cellist". Was he really only defined as a cellist? He smirked. As long as he had a cello under him, he was something. Greater then anything. He pulled out the earbuds, killed the phone and sat back down, tucking the dark wood back under him.
He began the melodic push and pull of the bow over strings, music spilling out into the room. Classical pieces. Beauty on paper, beauty to watch, beauty to hear. It was the only music he listened to. For ages he longed to listen to any other music, anything but classical. Now, the most played songs on his compter and music player were classical with cello solos, or where the cello was heavily featured or where the cello was most beautiful. He played several more lines of music then looked to his stand. There sat the foreboding sheet music of "The Swan". Technically simple, but it was defeating him in the memorization process. He leaned against his instrument and slid the stand towards him. He tapped the bow against each note, mumbling to himself about how easy it SHOULD be. But nothing was ever easy. He began to hum the notes to himself when he heard the fight downstairs. His mother, sister and father, all going at it about how a certain piece should be played. Mother and sister said one way, father said another. He couldn't help but laugh. He was the only Cellist in the family, and he never argued with Madam Amelee, his teacher. They had "lively discussions" about technique, but Madam Amelee believed that every artist had his own technique, therefore, her technique was only a suggestion for Rainier.
He paused and looked at the applications again. Hopefully soon, he would be called for interviews (if there were any), and he would need to be ready. More ready then he had ever been for any performance.
He took a deep breath, pushed away the stand, and began his conquest on "The Swan".
Thanks for applying, an admin will get back to you soon to let you know how if you're accepted or not!
Character name: Rainer Lundy Guillaume ("Rainy", "Lundy", Rainer", call him whatever floats your boat)
Age and year at school: 18, 12
Gender: Male
Gift/Talent: CAPA
Will your character be boarding at DSGT? Yes
APPEARENCE
Hair: Short, choppy, mousy brown
Eyes: Hazle-Blue
Body: 6 foot even, 160lbs, give or take.
Face Claim/Character Model:
Gaspard Ulliel
SPECIFICS
Gift/Talent: Rainier is a cellist. He started with the piano at age four. His mother was a teacher, his father a concert pianist. Rainier and his twin sister, Laurette, started with lessons early. Laurette had the talent for the piano, Rainer, less so. He then, at age 6, moved to attempt the violin. He had no patience for an instrument that had to be held. He found his home with the cello at age 8, and has been playing for 10 years. His cello is his pride a joy. He, like Yo Yo Ma, has named his cello. His Lewis & Clark cello is named Sacagawea (kinda cheesy, but yeah.)
Likes:
-Hand written letters: Call him a hopeless romantic, but he loves handwriting letters to anyone. He wrote his last girlfriend received over 200 letters from him in their two year relationship.
-His Cello: His cello, named Sacagawea, is his life. He takes immaculate care of her. At at a price tag of over $7,000 , he'd better.
-Sports cars: Driving fast and taking tight turns. There is no rollar coaster that can give him that adrenaline rush anymore.
-Music: His escape, his refuge, his home. He doesn't consider his school or his house his home. He considers the char he sits in to play his cello home. With ear buds in, and an iPod playing a constant stream of his favorite pieces to play, he disappears, and it becomes nearly impossible to reach him.
-Mark Twain: Pure literary genius. The complete audio works of Mark Twain also live on his iPod.
-Caramel Coffee: His mother used to make him and Laurette caramel coffee every morning. It is a very good comfort drink. He starts every morning with a cup.
-Black and white photos: He thinks that the natural beauty of any photograph can be found in the the black and white. Color is cool, but a classy B&W picture will always capture his attention.
-Horse Back Riding: While he is good at it, he doesn't want to peruse it. His aunt introduced him to horses at a young age, hoping to capture him away from the musical side of the family.
-Inside out oreos & peanut butter: Don't hate. It's delicious.
-Thunderstorms: They are so full of power and they are beautiful.
Dislikes:
-Chatspeak: He likes to prove he has an education..
-Books With Cliff Hangers/Book Series: Because they make you read more of their books, and what if that book sucked? He doesn't want to have to go read eighteen more books because he's curious.
-Assumptions: People automatically assume that because he's French, he is prissy, likes wine, drinks and smokes a TON, is probably gay, does a lot with fashion week, only eats caviar and snails, and lives in a huge house. He is far from prissy, wine is odd tasting to him, he enjoys his lungs, definitely had three girl friends, fashion week makes no sense to him, caviar and snails are revolting to him, and his parent's house was a town house, mostly filled with pianos and other various instruments.
-Eggs of ANY type: Unless in a cake or some other tasty confection, Rainier hates eggs. Any type. Caviar, roe, chicken, goose, duck. You name it. They are disgusting and only should be in cakes.
-Willful & stubborn people: Sometimes, you need to learn to go with the flow, accept other ideas, let someone else be right. While being stubborn and willful can have its benefits, they are mostly annoying to him.
-Sob-story romantic novels: They are ALL the same, just with different names, in different places and different reasons why her mother is dead and her father is angry...
-Days when the temperature is above 25ÂșC: Then they start to get muggy and disgusting.
-Scarves: They serve no purpose to him other then making his neck a million degrees hotter then the rest of his body. (This dislike only applies MOST of the time..)
-Skiing: Just.. why? Why is standing on two stick and going down a hill at break-neck speed fun? Someone help him understand this...
-Normal Oreos: They don't taste as good as backwards ones.
Strengths:
-Listening: It doesn't matter what kind of a day he has had, Rainier will listen to you. It doesn't matter what you are saying, he'll listen and be interested. He doesn't mind two hour rants about anything.
-Steel nerves: He doesn't get nervous.. Nothing can really fluster him. If it does panic him, it is panic worthy. He'll probably break down one day, but he's pushing that off as much as possible.
-Determination: He isn't a procrastinator. Everything gets done right then.
-Willingness: Ask him, and he'll probably do it for you or help you with it. He is very willing to please.
Weaknesses:
-Overeagerness: His zealous passion for life and for helping often freak people out.
-Breakdowns: He doesn't break down or give into stress very often, but when he does, he completely falls apart. He becomes a 10,000 piece puzzle of clear blue sky. And with each breakdown, he's getting harder to put back together.
- Shutdown: His mechanism of dealing with strong emotions, stress, or really anything, is to completely shut everything else out and fix the problem. This is great, but why do you think he has three EX-girlfriends?
-Mouth: There are times where he talks too fast and his brain can't keep up with the words. This can get him into trouble..
Dreams/Goals: Own a big Chateau near Desrosiers, or some musically inclined school and possibly teach.
Siblings: No, Laurette is in Russia.
THE AUTHOR
What's your name? Rainy
How old are you? Old..
Are you male or female? Female :]
Where'd you hear about us? Our lord and master, Google.
Any other characters on the site? If so, who? Nope! None :]
Got any gifts or talents of your own? I can write! Words! I'm also pretty handy with photoshop :]
SAMPLE
Rainier had his earbuds in, was nestled in his favorite chair, and had his most prized possession nestled in the crook of his own body. His bedroom windows were open and a soft breeze drifted lazily over the polished black wood of his cello. His fingers pulled and pushed the bow back and forth of the taught strings, the music being played followed the tune of Bach's Cello Suite No. 1, Rainier's favorite piece to play. His concentration was suddenly shattered, a buzzing of a phone, vibrating picture frames and guitar picks on his dresser. He frowned. Carefully setting the instrument down, he investigated. A text message.. From Ella. He frowned. Three months had gone by since she had broken their relationship off. He set the phone back down. Placing two finger tips on each temple he pressed down hard, closing his eyes and letting music rush through his veins. He began to feel a calm fill him from the belly up when the phone buzzed again. Rainier glared at the phone. Text message number two. He snatched it off the dresser, pushing at buttons to silence it. His cello was calling. That's when it buzzed the third time. She was calling now. Rainier let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. She wanted nothing to do with him for three months, now she wouldn't leave him be. He glanced at his mirror, the three school applications taped on it in descending order. He placed a finger on the cool glass, tapping gently under the word "Cellist". Was he really only defined as a cellist? He smirked. As long as he had a cello under him, he was something. Greater then anything. He pulled out the earbuds, killed the phone and sat back down, tucking the dark wood back under him.
He began the melodic push and pull of the bow over strings, music spilling out into the room. Classical pieces. Beauty on paper, beauty to watch, beauty to hear. It was the only music he listened to. For ages he longed to listen to any other music, anything but classical. Now, the most played songs on his compter and music player were classical with cello solos, or where the cello was heavily featured or where the cello was most beautiful. He played several more lines of music then looked to his stand. There sat the foreboding sheet music of "The Swan". Technically simple, but it was defeating him in the memorization process. He leaned against his instrument and slid the stand towards him. He tapped the bow against each note, mumbling to himself about how easy it SHOULD be. But nothing was ever easy. He began to hum the notes to himself when he heard the fight downstairs. His mother, sister and father, all going at it about how a certain piece should be played. Mother and sister said one way, father said another. He couldn't help but laugh. He was the only Cellist in the family, and he never argued with Madam Amelee, his teacher. They had "lively discussions" about technique, but Madam Amelee believed that every artist had his own technique, therefore, her technique was only a suggestion for Rainier.
He paused and looked at the applications again. Hopefully soon, he would be called for interviews (if there were any), and he would need to be ready. More ready then he had ever been for any performance.
He took a deep breath, pushed away the stand, and began his conquest on "The Swan".
Thanks for applying, an admin will get back to you soon to let you know how if you're accepted or not!