Post by Raphael Frazier on Jul 29, 2009 6:34:42 GMT -5
The Beautiful You.OOC
Name: Falconizer
Age: 21
Canon/Original: original
Experience: 6 years
Characters: none
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name: Raphael Frazier
Age: 27
Profession{Category placement}: Dancing men
Nicknames: Ralph, Raphe
Superficial View
Celebrity: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Physical Appearance:
Bodily Markings: -
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Likes:
-men
-women
-classic plays
-competitions
-good rivalries
-cookies/muffins/scones
-encore
Dislikes:
-broccoli
-the eldest Masters
-hot, sunny day
-beaches
-bitches
-homophobic
-people looking down at him
Strengths:
-Pas de ux
-Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant
-his money, surely
Weaknesses:
-seeing people he cares get hurt
-neo natal heart complication
-his injured legs
Quirks:
-has fear of getting beaten to death with broccoli
History:
Password: counting crows
from the Draft
How did you find us?? link at Hampton Academy
Name: Falconizer
Age: 21
Canon/Original: original
Experience: 6 years
Characters: none
The Image: In Character
Scratch the Surface[/color]
Name: Raphael Frazier
Age: 27
Profession{Category placement}: Dancing men
Nicknames: Ralph, Raphe
Superficial View
Celebrity: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Physical Appearance:
lets start with how blue his eyes are. raphael has a pair of irish blue eyes, more to crystalline blue than anything. all it takes for him to make people all go gaga over him was by giving them one of his killer glances. he also had high cheekbone, and chiseled face which most likely he inherited from his french grandfather... and his lips? he had thick, full lips that begged to be kissed! oh yes, his hair was dark, raven colored, and usually kept short--there was a time when he wore it over his shoulder, but that time was over now.
his body... now where to start? he stood six foot one, with a body of a swimming athlete. he loved sports, any kind of sports in fact. his favorite would be basketball, court tennis, and what americans called 'soccer', so naturally his body was toned and while his skin was snow pale in winter, he had natural tan in summer. raphael loved to flaunt his body, even thinking of joining the swim team just so he would have reason to wear speedo around. oh, he also had big hands and feet, if you know what that suppose to mean *winks*
you will find him mostly in button up shirts and jeans, if not pair of black trousers. he will sometimes wear jacket over his shirt. he does not like wearing tshirt, thinking he doesn't look good enough in them. he is currently wearing a pair of kanadyen--walking stick, with straps around your arms (go google! lol)--due to his legs condition.
Bodily Markings: -
A Layer Beneath
Personality:
Playful - Raphael is a very playful man that you would never see him serious, unless he really needed to. He loved to make silly jokes and did not mind when people play tricks on him. This guy enjoyed good humor and believe in the power of a smile.
Flirtatious - He had been spotted flirting with many models and dancers in the past, as well as some male dancers. He loved hanging out with his fans just to get laid, oh yes this guy loved sex alright. Raphael was the type to believe that sex is necessary to maintain good, healthy relationship. He would even flirt with the news reporter and even socialites, sometimes just so he could get more publication.
Helpless Romantic - Though he was one of the biggest flirt you'll ever find, Raphael was a real softie inside. He believed in true love and when he was in love, it was for real. This danseur believed true love happened once, only once, and if it occur it will last for a lifetime. He will do anything, and I mean anything, when it came to making his loved one happy.
Watcher - This could be the only personality he didn't show to much people. Raphael preferred to listen to his friends and watch how things work before he will voice his mind. His friends would find they were talking for hours while he sat and listen to them, and waited till they were done till he told them his opinion. He wasn't very talkative but he will make sure you know he was listening.
Likes:
-men
-women
-classic plays
-competitions
-good rivalries
-cookies/muffins/scones
-encore
Dislikes:
-broccoli
-the eldest Masters
-hot, sunny day
-beaches
-bitches
-homophobic
-people looking down at him
Strengths:
-Pas de ux
-Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant
-his money, surely
Weaknesses:
-seeing people he cares get hurt
-neo natal heart complication
-his injured legs
Quirks:
-has fear of getting beaten to death with broccoli
History:
charlene and uriel frazier both were married because they had to - their family made them to while they joined their companies and for them their relationship was just like that... business. the moment when he first seen her was when he was waiting her walking to the altar with her father. their wedding had been just like their relationship and feeling for each other. it was just another business meeting for them, except this time there was a priest and they were wearing their formal suits. there were no party nor honeymoon, the two just came back to the home bought for them by their parents and worked on producing a son to make sure the family and company will have an heir.
raphael was born almost ten years after they got married. by then the mother was already thirty eight and the father was forty two. he was raised by several nannies and their parents, feeling that their duty was done with, began to seeing another lover and then the 'family' began to lived in three separate houses. when he was three his parents raphael already lived with the servants and about a dozen of teachers and tutors, all taught him different kind of lessons - french, german, math, tennis, athletic, horse riding, fencing, musics, and many more. he showed great talent in music but his parents didn't really pleased with that.
since he was five he had been sent to a boarding school in england, an uptight christian school he hated so much because of its strictness, before later as he turned eleven he was sent to france. he did not like this but had no other choice, and began to self-taught himself how to play guitar. he joined a ballet class when he was nine and he found his passion in dancing. his natural talent in music helped him greatly to succeed in ballet and as soon as raphael graduated from high school he took the test to join La Paris Opéra Ballet.
he was accepted and was a member of the ballet company until he was twenty five, before he achieved the title of Premier danseur and the life of a star started to consume him. He started smoking and using drugs as well as consuming alcohols, and befriend with wrong folks. his fellow dancers and him were high on cocaine when a local police stopped their van at the border of germany and raphael, the only one who could speak german, insulted the officer. this ended them being chased and the van slipped into a cliff... raphael was the only survivor.
though survived the accident he was in a bad shape; his legs were both broken, and no matter how hard he learned to walk again he was told he won't be able to dance again. his right wrist was dislocated and it will take ages till he could hold the barre to support himself. he was also sent to a rehabilitation to fight his drug and alcohol addiction and finally after a year in rehabilitation, now he was considered ready to start fresh. he was of course kicked out from the ballet company so he moved from Paris to London where he could start new while trying to learn to dance again.
Password: counting crows
from the Draft
So it was happening again. For the third time.
There was nothing new about being drafted, at least for Raphael. He had been drafted twice... four years ago, to an adorable blond young woman that was four years younger than he was, the owner of the sweetest chocolaty eyes he ever seen. Zil was a great wife, too bad she died in an accident even before she could deliver their baby. He returned to his parents' house while his house with his late wife was given to another newlywed... He could only pretend it didn't matter for him to see how they took out all his personal things in several boxes before he drove all the way back to his parents cookie-cutter home. It was a nerve wrecking to drove all by himself while usually he had her by the passenger seat, snuggling to his warmth during the cold winter. They had just married for a year and half when she found out she was pregnant... they were very, very excited about the news!
The second wife just taken from him two weeks ago. Her name was Collette, and she supported the rebellion with all her heart. She never loved him, oh no she never did. They were just that, friends living together... She never even let him slept with her, and he didn't even want to make her to. But she was not as smart, even though she did read all those books... Yes, she smuggled everything to their house, books, CDs, all thing rebellion-related, all things banned to be read by a wife when they were still in the Institution. And the Government found her rather easily. They too took him, asked several questions, then realized he had nothing to do with it when they found out she was still a virgin. He didn't want her, they decided, and it was just like that. He returned home, unscratched, but he never heard from her again.
He tried to not think about it as he took the slim box of his newly bought dark pink tie--he still kept the other two pink ties, the one he married to his first wife now the color was fading away inside the plastic bag at the bottom of his closet while the other tie was still neatly in its box... he didn't think he would wear any of those to marry this new wife of his. Alicia. He wanted to start fresh again, to close the book with Zil and Collette and start a new one with her. And so he bought this new one. He also purchased a black suit and new white dress-shirt, and polished his boots before he went to bed last night. And today, wearing his wedding band, Raphael was ready to get married to this new wife.
Unlike some of the younger widowed husbands, or those who never married before, Raphe was not even nervous. He believed in the government system and he was sure they won't pair him up with someone he will loathe. The system had no flaw... whoever drafted to him must be the best for him. He was told about this by the priest during his first wedding and now he was the one telling the same priest that he didn't need encouragement while he signed the papers. He believed however she turned out to be, he will learn to accept her as his lawful wife. The priest smiled and patted his shoulder before they walked together to the altar, where he will be waiting for his bride... Raphael wasn't nervous, he was in fact looking forward to see his wife for the first time.
He smiled as the door opened for her, knowing very well that a good first impression is the key of a successful marriage, hoping she would find him not as bad as she might think of a man drafted to be her husband.
There was nothing new about being drafted, at least for Raphael. He had been drafted twice... four years ago, to an adorable blond young woman that was four years younger than he was, the owner of the sweetest chocolaty eyes he ever seen. Zil was a great wife, too bad she died in an accident even before she could deliver their baby. He returned to his parents' house while his house with his late wife was given to another newlywed... He could only pretend it didn't matter for him to see how they took out all his personal things in several boxes before he drove all the way back to his parents cookie-cutter home. It was a nerve wrecking to drove all by himself while usually he had her by the passenger seat, snuggling to his warmth during the cold winter. They had just married for a year and half when she found out she was pregnant... they were very, very excited about the news!
The second wife just taken from him two weeks ago. Her name was Collette, and she supported the rebellion with all her heart. She never loved him, oh no she never did. They were just that, friends living together... She never even let him slept with her, and he didn't even want to make her to. But she was not as smart, even though she did read all those books... Yes, she smuggled everything to their house, books, CDs, all thing rebellion-related, all things banned to be read by a wife when they were still in the Institution. And the Government found her rather easily. They too took him, asked several questions, then realized he had nothing to do with it when they found out she was still a virgin. He didn't want her, they decided, and it was just like that. He returned home, unscratched, but he never heard from her again.
He tried to not think about it as he took the slim box of his newly bought dark pink tie--he still kept the other two pink ties, the one he married to his first wife now the color was fading away inside the plastic bag at the bottom of his closet while the other tie was still neatly in its box... he didn't think he would wear any of those to marry this new wife of his. Alicia. He wanted to start fresh again, to close the book with Zil and Collette and start a new one with her. And so he bought this new one. He also purchased a black suit and new white dress-shirt, and polished his boots before he went to bed last night. And today, wearing his wedding band, Raphael was ready to get married to this new wife.
Unlike some of the younger widowed husbands, or those who never married before, Raphe was not even nervous. He believed in the government system and he was sure they won't pair him up with someone he will loathe. The system had no flaw... whoever drafted to him must be the best for him. He was told about this by the priest during his first wedding and now he was the one telling the same priest that he didn't need encouragement while he signed the papers. He believed however she turned out to be, he will learn to accept her as his lawful wife. The priest smiled and patted his shoulder before they walked together to the altar, where he will be waiting for his bride... Raphael wasn't nervous, he was in fact looking forward to see his wife for the first time.
He smiled as the door opened for her, knowing very well that a good first impression is the key of a successful marriage, hoping she would find him not as bad as she might think of a man drafted to be her husband.
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