Post by Frederick Seers on Sept 7, 2009 15:56:59 GMT -5
___________________Celebrity/Model: Ben Barnes
Character Name: Frederick Seers
Gender: Male
Age: 19, Birthday is the 14th of April
School Year: Second
Clique/Group: A-lister
Hair: Long, brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 11 stone
Club/Sport/Talent:
Freddy doesn't like to put much effort into sports, he thinks the skill required to play them takes too much effort to achieve. To assure he stays fit he goes to the gym a couple of times a week; people are more impressed when they hear you've been to the gym, anyway.
Personality:
Freddy, as he likes to be called, doesn't like to think of himself as 'above' everybody else - he just is.
Being of average intelligence, Freddy has relied more on his looks and charm to get him around in life, which ended up working better than studying ever could (or so he likes to think).
Freddy is quite a serious person, rather morose for the main part, but when he needs to snap on a happy expression for those around him he does so immediately, refusing to let down his image.
To lighten his so often sour moods Freddy seeks refuge in relationships, but usually his attempts result in drunken one night stands that he tries to keep secret from his Blackstone peers.
Background Story:
Freddy is from a good background; a loving (albeit controlling), well respected, family. His parents have a lot of authority in the city where he originates, his mother being the mayor's advisor and his father a surgeon in the hospital there.
Freddy wanted to move away from the city as soon as he could, to instate a feeling of independance, outwith his parent's control. He soon found himself, with his parent's funding, studying at Blackstone University, a good few hundred miles away.
Example Post:
(Extract from Nightclub Scene: If You Seek Amy)
Being casually rude was a very basic factor in Frederick's life, a born trait, intrinsic to his very being,, it would feel odd were he to be completely civil. But this was obscure. People were never the same to him, returning his annoyance with idolatry. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, leaning forward, with his eyes closed, trying to piece together what had happened. Clearly she wouldn't refuse him - she couldn't have. With the impossibilities out of the way Frederick began to consider what must have happened...
Lesbian.
He opened his eyes, only to see the space where she stood on the dance floor was now filled with a short hairy man,
"Hi." his voice was foreign and nasally.
"Bye."
Frederick swerved past him, thrusting the man aside, and scanned the crowd for Alana. He saw her, as innocent as ever, standing by the bar, buying drinks for another man. A small, less attractive man than he was.
"That bitch."
He walked over, intrusive mode switched on and manly charms at the ready. He refused to be knocked back.
