Post by pascal2 on Apr 25, 2012 14:03:33 GMT -4
Name: Pascal Calais Rangsey
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Birthday: June 14th, 1994
Hometown: Richford, Vermont
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Nicholas Hoult
Canon Character Pascal 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 hairs 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 and one half 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 inch 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, weird 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 temperamental senior 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 17
ContactsPm
Birthday 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 was a mistake, it's a mistake. You shouldn't have gone through with this. It's a trap, don't you see? A trap.
These were only a fraction of the thoughts concerning this whole date fiasco with Aurea. Most of them involved remembering a certain memory of the last time he went out on a date with the wrench wielder. Some things he just didn't want to remember, but yet all of the visions were popping up. Meeting her parents once... they were different. He remembered being so nervous... then the two fingered salute, and her leaving... Well, the last part happened later. Marc's mind compiled it all into a non-stop footage reel of his memories.
Yeah, real smooth, brain.
So here he was, shoving flowers in her face. Had he given her flowers last time? Does it even matter? This is all fake, and there is no reason to get so worked up over something so stupid! Marc forced himself to get a grip. Her words started to hit his eardrums and he forced himself to listen and look at her. Not at the foliage around her house or at the doorframe just past her. Her obviously fake coos made him a bit nauseous, and he cursed Triv for making him bring flowers until she actually looked happy. What was with that?
"I-I didn't know they were your...favorite. I g-guess that works out then." He managed to get out. What the hell? You are supposed to be comfortable about this. If it doesn't matter, pretend that you're just going to the store then. Huh? Marc ran a hand through his hair. If the rest of the night was going to be this strenuous, he wasn't going to last long until he lost it. Marc always had a bit of of a anger issue.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be ready in a second. Just wait here for a sec, I'm going to give these to Mom so she can put them in water." Rea exclaimed right before leaving him on her doorstep. A flash of a two fingered salute phantom manifested itself for a moment before Marc blinked it away. He adjusted his glasses yet again while she was gone. Was he nervous or just twitchy? Marc twiddled his thumbs. To listen in on a conversation behind a door was considered rude. Yet words drifted out to him through the crack. Aurea hadn't shut it completely.
Well, it wasn't his fault they were talking loudly. He heard some shrill cries that were probably not her father. Must be her mother... Marc faintly recalled a boisterous woman, but that was about it. What did they say about girls growing up into their mothers? If you want to know who you are marrying, just take a look at their mother... WAITWAITWAIT... WHY AM I THINKING OF THAT!? Marc shook his head vigorously, as if the motion would rid himself of the thought. Marriage? Hell, he wasn't even interested in anyone.
Right?
Aurea rumbled out of the house then, her damp hair disheveled like she was just manhandled by someone. Quickly she went about her business, locking doors and maneuvering keys like they were deadly weapons. Marc made sure to stay out of her way. And by out of her way, he decided to leave the doorstep completely and wait a bit away on the front lawn. She turned to him with another smile that he found rather odd. Was the girl actually showing emotions?
It was then that she decided to answer his lame attempt at trying to lighten the whole ordeal about her shirt. Yes apparently, no stains and it was her only one. Most girls I assume live stain free, or close to it. Marc hung out with his best friend, A girl named Triv, a great deal when she managed to drag him out of the studio. She didn't have stains. When she did, she always freaked out over it. Yet Aurea wore them like a badge. Of non-cleanliness? The world would never know.
She took showers too? How is it that this obviously perfect girl isn't swarmed with guys? Marc chuckled at his sarcasm. It did help lighten the mood, though she had a habit of sticking her tongue out at him. Childish. Why was she so profoundly different from other girls? And now he had to take her out on a date.
"Well, yeah.. sometimes I wonder if you knew what a bathroom is... but I guess I'll take your word for it." Marc said with a small grin as he reached up to fix his hair. Not that it looked bad by any means, but because he really didn't know what else to do. It wasn't like he was 'good' at dates or anything. That was why Triv made him do this. It was getting easier around her but he didn't think she saw the heavy blanket between them. Obviously. She wasn't bothered by it at all. Why would she think anything is different?
Marc happened to move a bit closer to her as she asked where they were going. If he continued talk louder a part of him predicted the shrill voice from inside would find a way out here. That wasn't something he wanted, so he decided to tell the plan quietly and begin on their way. As he spoke, he led her away from the door and down the street, farther away from insecurities. It was more normal now... wasn't it?
"Right...we.. we're heading out to the mall. I figured we could snag a bite to eat there and then maybe hit the arcade f-for a while. That cool with you?" Marc managed to get it out with minimal stuttering. Why was it that he could joke around just fine, but if he had to talk normally the hesitations were back? Logic, it made no logic! Marc sighed a bit as he continued to try and stir conversation up. No use in walking in silence.
"Where... do you think you want t-to eat in the mall? I heard that there is a really good thai place. If... if you like thai that is." He himself had never really been in the mall despite one time Triv dragged him to go shopping. He like outlet stores better. Strip malls. You could walk around outside too, so he could easily slip away. Malls were confined on the inside and usually crowded on nights like that night.
"It's best to have a plan of action before we go in that place." Marc said 'that place' like it was a detestable seedy bar or something. He didn't like going to places that were crowded, even shielded by his glasses. " Less time we spend wandering, the more time we c-can have for the arcade. " Marc looked up at the sky and cracked a grin as he spoke again.
"Of course, if you want to get a new shirt free of stains, I won't stop you."
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