Post by Vanellope on Jul 6, 2016 0:03:22 GMT
Berlioz
(^ on the right)
”Well, she started it.”
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF BODY LANGUAGE
Age: 12
Face Claim: Asa Butterfield (as he appeared in 2011)
Occupation: Middle-school student
BUT ON THE WHOLE I'VE BEEN A SAINT
Personality: A feisty little one; cursed as he is, to be the youngest of his siblings, Berlioz has always been possessed of a massive desire to prove himself. Whether in their eyes or his, he couldn’t rightly say; nonetheless, the desire to impress is very present. As such he can be rather scrappy, all too willing to get into a scuffle with one or other of his siblings; and similarly, when he is in his element, the child can be rather show-offish.
In addition, Berlioz tends to be vocally boyish in his attitudes, especially towards concepts he would regard as “sissy stuff” – but nonetheless, he can also be quiet on occasion, almost to the point of seeming a touch timid; and while naïve in his way, is not blindly trusting at all times.
Place of Residence: Greenwich Village (his human ‘parents’ are wealthy)
IT WON'T COST MUCH
Friends: Roquefort, Frou-Frou, Scat Cat, Shun Gon, Hit Cat, Peppo and Billy Bass
Enemies: Edgar
Family: Duchess, Toulouse, Marie, O’Malley
Gang, Group or Organization: He’s part of the school music club as a budding pianist. Also, is part of an unofficial ‘club’ at school which is made up of kids who just have fun causing a little bit of trouble, but not anything serious.
YA POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL
Sample Post
“Do-mi-so-mi, do-mi-so-mi, fa-la-so it goes…”
Humming the familiar tune lightly under his breath, Berlioz pushed the classroom door open with his shoulder, strolled outside. Music club had just finished, and the child was honestly feeling pretty pleased with himself. He may or may not have had the opportunity to be a bit of a show-off in front of the rest of the group when the teacher had asked him to demonstrate a section – dropping a complex bit of improvisation right in the middle to make the others envious – and it had left Berlioz with a very good feeling.
Schoolbag slung carelessly over one shoulder as he set off for home, Berlioz gave his red tie a bit of a tweak as he walked along. Not that it was uncomfortable to him, or anything of the sort; after all, it was his choice to wear the thing, it seemed entirely natural to him. Just… the tie was there, so it seemed like the most obvious thing ever to fidget with it a bit. And if doing so meant it sat a bit askew or not quite as high to his collar as it should, that much didn’t bother the child either.
Basically? Life was pretty good.
He just… wondered why he always felt alone when he headed home like this. As far as Berlioz knew, he’d always been an only child; still, the last few weeks or months, he’d begun to feel as though something was missing in a way he was sure he never had before. Like… he’d turn to look to one side, expect to see a brother or sister sprinting up to try and overtake him. It was the weirdest thing.
Frowning slightly at the otherwise-empty sidewalk, Berlioz could only shrug and continue on his way, wondering what on earth he’d expected, anyway. He’d never felt the absence of siblings before; and it wasn’t as if anything major had changed in the recent past now, was it?
(^ on the right)
”Well, she started it.”
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF BODY LANGUAGE
Age: 12
Face Claim: Asa Butterfield (as he appeared in 2011)
Occupation: Middle-school student
BUT ON THE WHOLE I'VE BEEN A SAINT
Personality: A feisty little one; cursed as he is, to be the youngest of his siblings, Berlioz has always been possessed of a massive desire to prove himself. Whether in their eyes or his, he couldn’t rightly say; nonetheless, the desire to impress is very present. As such he can be rather scrappy, all too willing to get into a scuffle with one or other of his siblings; and similarly, when he is in his element, the child can be rather show-offish.
In addition, Berlioz tends to be vocally boyish in his attitudes, especially towards concepts he would regard as “sissy stuff” – but nonetheless, he can also be quiet on occasion, almost to the point of seeming a touch timid; and while naïve in his way, is not blindly trusting at all times.
Place of Residence: Greenwich Village (his human ‘parents’ are wealthy)
IT WON'T COST MUCH
Friends: Roquefort, Frou-Frou, Scat Cat, Shun Gon, Hit Cat, Peppo and Billy Bass
Enemies: Edgar
Family: Duchess, Toulouse, Marie, O’Malley
Gang, Group or Organization: He’s part of the school music club as a budding pianist. Also, is part of an unofficial ‘club’ at school which is made up of kids who just have fun causing a little bit of trouble, but not anything serious.
YA POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL
Sample Post
“Do-mi-so-mi, do-mi-so-mi, fa-la-so it goes…”
Humming the familiar tune lightly under his breath, Berlioz pushed the classroom door open with his shoulder, strolled outside. Music club had just finished, and the child was honestly feeling pretty pleased with himself. He may or may not have had the opportunity to be a bit of a show-off in front of the rest of the group when the teacher had asked him to demonstrate a section – dropping a complex bit of improvisation right in the middle to make the others envious – and it had left Berlioz with a very good feeling.
Schoolbag slung carelessly over one shoulder as he set off for home, Berlioz gave his red tie a bit of a tweak as he walked along. Not that it was uncomfortable to him, or anything of the sort; after all, it was his choice to wear the thing, it seemed entirely natural to him. Just… the tie was there, so it seemed like the most obvious thing ever to fidget with it a bit. And if doing so meant it sat a bit askew or not quite as high to his collar as it should, that much didn’t bother the child either.
Basically? Life was pretty good.
He just… wondered why he always felt alone when he headed home like this. As far as Berlioz knew, he’d always been an only child; still, the last few weeks or months, he’d begun to feel as though something was missing in a way he was sure he never had before. Like… he’d turn to look to one side, expect to see a brother or sister sprinting up to try and overtake him. It was the weirdest thing.
Frowning slightly at the otherwise-empty sidewalk, Berlioz could only shrug and continue on his way, wondering what on earth he’d expected, anyway. He’d never felt the absence of siblings before; and it wasn’t as if anything major had changed in the recent past now, was it?