Post by pascal on Aug 3, 2011 21:56:50 GMT -4
Name: Pascal Calais Rangsey
Gender:Male
Age:17
Grade: Junior
Birthday: April 14th, 1994
Hometown: Richford, Vermont
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Nicholas Hoult
Canon CharacterPascal from Tangled
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone:Pale
Hair: Pascal has short, brown hair that is sorta in a mop all over his head, coving his pale forehead with the longer airs in the front. There are some darker black strands more near the black.
Eyes Pascal has dark grey/blue eyes that stand out against his pale complexion.
Height:Five foot Six inches (Short for his age)
Weight: 134 lbs.
Body Type: He has a slightly muscled body that one can't tell unless they happen to see him shirtless. Pascal has broad shoulders and narrow hips, with equally narrow feet.
Other On the back of his head, Pascal has a narrow mark about a half in wide on the left side that is a scar from a bike accident he had when he was ten. No hair grows there.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: (at least five) Art, photography, hide and go seek, observing people, listening and gathering information, judging people, being suspicious, silly games, the outdoors, wierd foods, tuna, soup.
Dislikes: People who talk to much, people who lie, suspicious people, spicy foods, cold foods, being too alone, science, Depressed people sitting on the sidelines, being short
Strengths: Pascal is good at blending in, observing and picking up little details, painting, making the mood serious for brief moments, threatening people, being protective.
Weaknesses: Over-protective, under-trusting, turning people away, not getting active enough, secluding himself, getting mad when someone calls him short.
Fears: Losing memories, becoming not good at his talents, losing friends, not knowing his place in life, being short forever, ducks. (seriously, he's afraid of ducks.)
Personality: Pascal Calais Rangsey is a little tempermental junior who is a little bit awkward, when someone becomes his friend, is insanely protective to the point of being rude. He doesn't trust easily, and will likely analyze you to either find a weakness for later or to see if you're a suspicious character. He's quiet, always willing to listen, and begins to share ambitions with his friends after knowing them for a while. He does have a fun, little kid side, and favors silly games like old card games or kick the can.
Where I Began
Mother: Jane Mathers
Father: Achilo Rangsey
Siblings: None
Other Relatives: Uncle Leo
Pets:none
Friends: None of improtance.
History:
Pascal was born to a Canadian Mother and a Greek father, so his childhood was filled with both weird, yet fun family trips. The first ten years of his life were lived in Richford, Vermont, a tiny city near the border of Canada. He was an only child, and therefore, Pascal, with his constant moving, was very lonely was a child, never getting to stay in one place very long. His mother was a car mechanic, but his father was a traveling nurse, so they always moved around. Sadly, Pascal's parents didn't get along very well, due to his mother's drinking and his father's gambling, a divorce was soon filed.
Now Pascal, at age ten, was traveling between his mother's new apartment in Toronto, Canada, and his father's many hotels. It was such a bad enviroment in it's own way, both places, so Pascal really didn't develope much as a human being until his mother's overdose on scotch. When she died, Pascal felt both crushed and relieved, and then guilty for feeling relieved. His father blamed only himself and continued to gamble the money they had saved away.
When His father's brother, a policeman in New Hampshire found out about this, he filed for custody, since Pascal's life was at stake now that his father was getting shaken down for money. So Pascal moved in with Uncle Leo, at age 13, and started a relatively peaceful life. It was Leo who made Pascal do well in school, Leo who gave him a camera and told him to do what he desired. Leo was so much more of a father to the boy during his troubled times. Without Uncle Leo giving him that compassion, Pascal feared he'd be just like his real father.
So when it was time for Pascal to head to High School, Leo had him to to the Yen Sid Academy, where he could follow his ambition of becoming a photographer, even though it meant leaving Leo. Pascal promised to visit as often as he could. He was excited for this new chance at really making friends and knowing people.
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Newt
Age:Almost 16
ContactsPm
Birthday Very soon.
How did you find us? Through you guys affiliating with Pallet High School
Time Zone Central Time Zone -4pm to midnight
Writing Sample: This is from Pallet High, and from my first character on that site, Altair Itzel Bayon
Altair Itzel Bayon was laying down on his bed, but he would definitely never sleep there. The dorm beds held nothing on his own, which he could plop down on in the middle of the day and sleep out what he had missed the night before. Brushing the scraggly black hair out of his face, he studied his star charts that were taped all over the ceiling; even over the other bed. Not just the ceiling either, Altair had taped up different star charts all over the walls, his walls. It just didn't match up! how could last night's sky in Brazil be missing the spectacle? It's not logical! Altair looked between the charts in his hand and the one on his ceiling. Maybe, they were out of date? Or he printed off the wrong day's night sky? Altair just didn't know anymore.
Sitting up, Altair slammed down the star chart on his bed and let out a frusterated sigh. He should be able to figure out what is wrong, but no, he's too stupid and cloudy headed to find out why the two skies were different. But, Erica would be sitting here telling him that if he gives up on himself, she sure won't and will be forcing him to figure it out. Altair always found thinking about her was a help, but not today. He was in just too bad of a mood.
Altair stood up, not even wanting to lay eyes on the charts anymore. He needed to do something that would clear his mind. So he grabbed his notebook put a pen behind his ear and walked out of the room. Altair needed to be away for a while, so he went to the science building and sat in an empty classroom. He must have been there for a few good hours. Then, like he came, Altair stood up and left the classroom; clear headed, albeit a bit angry. While he walked cross campus, he did not say greet anyone, and they didn't greet him. It was a mutual relationship of I hate you/I'm better/ you'd be wasting my time. Altair never wanted any friends anyways, so why start now?
He walked into his room and tossed his notebook onto the computer chair that sat near his school desk. His desk was precisely neat, with everything, including his powerful laptop, exactly where it needed to be. The printer was down below, ontop of a box with various astrology material he supposedly needed for class. Altair, always confident in his abilities when it came to reading, was sure he'd memorize the material before class started anyways.
Taking a step into the room, he felt...and heard the sound of paper....being stepped on. Bending down, Altair took the envelope from underneath his sneakers and examined it. Itwas definitely school official, with the information listed on the side. Curious, Altair walked over to his desk and opened up the first drawer to grab his star shaped letter-opener out. Carefullu unsealing it, Altair sat down in the chair, oblivious of his notebook under his rear, and took the paper out of the envelope.
Dear Mr. Bayon,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for a .......
............
............
.....We hope that you treat each other well, and that both years of your high school career will be a success!
Sincerely,
The Boarding Staff.
Altair jumped out of his seat, expression bewildered. He was getting a roommate? After specifically requesting not to because of his phobia and disease? What was this malarky? Altair Itzel Bayon had been denied. And now he was going to have to spend the rest of his junior year with some prick named....named... Altair looked at the letter again. Toliver! He was going to have to share his precious room with some kid named Toliver! The letter said that the boy would be arriving shortly, so he must make the room presentable for his new 'friend.' Altair wasn't so sure he could call the intrude a friend.
Looking at the far side of the room, where this Toliver kid would be staying, Altair realized how much he had encroached on it. I guess I should clean some of it up, but if he takes my charts down all hell is breaking loose. Altair thought as he tossed the letter ontop of his laptop and went to pick up various items off of the floor, folding and setting them on his own cluttered bed. He wondered what this Toliver kid was like, or even if they would get along.
Going back to the office chair, Altair picked up his notebook, put it back in the bottom drawer of his desk and locked it back up. That was one place Toliver would never get to see. Opening his laptop, Altair got busy identifying why the two skies didn't match, determined to find out why he was wrong. Altair only knew that when this Toliver kid came, he was going to have to play it cool until he could lay down his rules. Luckily, Altair was always good at hiding what he thought and felt.
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