Post by angie on Jun 2, 2010 8:02:35 GMT -5
VICTOR LUC ST. CLAIRE
Name: Victor Luc St. Claire
Nicknames: Vicky, V, Lucy, &c.
Age: Nineteen
Date of Birth: June 8
Grade: Sophomore
Orientation: Homosexual
Nationality: American (half French, half Western European in general)
Home Town: Manhattan, New York
Degree: Drama
- Minor: Ballet[/ul]
Play by: Eli Rietveld[/blockquote][/blockquote]
--- CONFIDENT
Vicky is completely, one-hundred-percent comfortable with who he is, and that shows in the way carries himself and the way he acts. He's not the type of person to shy away from a conflict (well, verbal conflict, at any rate), and he's perfectly willing to let people know that he's okay with himself. What people think of him as a person is the least of his concerns, to be perfectly honest. He’s heard just about everything growing up – while he was still at Trinity, he was called “she”, “gayby” and countless other things. It was hard, at first, but because of it he learned to be far more confident.
--- TALENTED
Whether or not people want to admit it, Vicky is talented. He worked his ass off since he was five at ballet, voice and acting lessons, and since then he’s been on and off the Broadway stage. In addition to all that work, he’s got a natural ability for the arts as well. He understands what he’s supposed to do on stage and does it. His many years of experience have given him a natural instinct for what’s good and what’s bad.
--- AMBITIOUS
More than anything else, Vicky wants to be successful – he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how he does it or who he may or may not have to step on to get there. His goal in life is to win a Tony, and all of his hard work is just what he feels necessary. He’s incredibly cutthroat when he wants to be, and there are times when it gets in the way of his real life.
--- BLUNT
The more correct word might be bitchy, to be completely honest. Vicky's perfectly used to telling people things that they don't want to hear. In fact, depending on the person, he occasionally takes a bit of vindictive pleasure in it. He doesn't believe in telling people things that they want to hear just because it's the nice, politically correct thing to do.
--- INDIVIDUALISTIC
He's also very much his own person. Even when he was a child, he never went with what everyone else was doing. When he was still dancing, his routines were different, and his designs are different as well. his old teacher used to call it an "artistic vision", but his younger brother just has a tendency to call it "weirdness". Vicky's not the type of person to fit into a crowd, stylistically or otherwise.
--- INTELLIGENT
It’s not apparent on first glance, but Vicky’s surprisingly intelligent. Of course, most of his intelligence is generally directed towards things other than school - his grades were not, are not and will not ever be exemplary in any sense of the word. Unfortunately, most of that intelligence is used more on deciding the best way to make 'so and so''s life a complete misery. In fact, he sometimes deliberately pretends to be stupider than he is - it lowers people's expectations, making it all the more enjoyable when he attempts to outwit them.
--- CHARISMATIC
Vicky stands out in a crowd - there's now other denying that. He can certainly be a bit of a queen, but when he tries it's near impossible to take your eyes off of him. He's a born performer and he knows exactly how to manipulate people. He's definitely a bit camp at times, but he knows how to use it to his advantage.
LIKES: New York City, Broadway, karaoke, late nights, white Russians (the drink), attractive people, talking, making fun of other people, when people suck up to him, and fashion
DISLIKES: being judged, cats, dirt/mud/&c., when people mess with his system, public bathrooms, tv commercials, football, math/science/virtually anything technical, driving, ugly people, people that ignore him
- - - Vicky was born on June eighth, the second son born to a wealthy stockbroker and a New York City socialite. his elder brother, Michael Jr., was two years old at the time. In stark contrast to michael, Vicky was not exactly the model child. In fact, his nanny often called him le infant satanique (Michelle was French by birth and insisted on only the best nanny for her children). Where Michael would sit quietly and play with his blocks, Vicky would be running around, almost breaking the very expensive knick-knacks his parents kept in the house. Eventually, around the time when Vicky had his fifth birthday, his parents decided that they had to do something about all the excess energy. His mother, who'd always wanted a daughter, decided to enroll Vicky in ballet lessons - after all, as the second son, he wouldn't be expected to go out and change the world the way michael was expected to do. So, off to ballet lessons Vicky went, despite hours of protest. A year later, though, he couldn't have been happier. He had a natural talent for ballet, as things turned out, and after a class trip to see a broadway show, Vicky was one-hundred percent certain that was what he wanted to do. Unfortunately, ballet lessons just wasn't enough for Michelle - she still wanted a daughter. It was because of that desire that, a year later, audrey entered the family. A year older than Vicky, she was adopted from a nearby orphanage.
Vicky and Audrey didn't get along at first - for a while, Vicky felt like she was a replacement because he wasn't good enough. Eventually, though, things evened out between them, and they ended up being quite a bit closer than he ever was with michael. Two years later, when Vicky was eight, his vocal teacher told him about a new show that was looking for a young boy, and about a month later, Vicky had his first broadway role. It was everything he could have hoped it would be and more, and, for a while, things went perfectly well for the St. Claire family. All three children were happy, and the parents were happy. Michael was well on his way to an Ivy League education - even though he was only in middle school, he had a 4.0, was president of the student council, and had more extracurriculars to his name than any other student in the school. After his first role, Vicky had managed to land more, and by the time he was thirteen he had his first leading role in a critically acclaimed show. He was having the time of his life. Unfortunately, things couldn't continue in that matter for too long; things were too good to last.
With the stock market crash, New York suddenly became overly hostile for someone like Michael Statham, Sr. He didn't lose any money (magically, he'd managed to keep things safe), but since he was viewed as part of the "cause" of the whole thing, he decided it was probably best to lay low, and that didn't mean moving, but rather withdrawing his two children from the private school in which they were enrolled (Vicky was attempting to juggle both the show and school). By this time, Vicky was fifteen, Michael was eighteen and had already been accepted to harvard, yale, princeton and columbia. Audrey, on the other hand, was only sixteen, and if she was going to be accepted into an Ivy like her older brother, she was going to have to go to the best school possible. For a year, they were sent to a private school in California, but as time passed, both Vicky and Audrey were sent back to Trinity. When Vicky graduated, she went off to Columbia, but a year later, Vicky had a decision to make. His father was insistent that he go to college, and having been accepted into Juilliard, he was perfectly willing to do so. His mother, on the other hand, decided that it was just as important that Vicky get out of New York and try something new.
Why Emerson?
Even though Vicky didn’t particularly want or need to go to college, both of his parents were insistent that he go – and somewhere other than New York City, for a change. Pennsylvania was far enough away that both of his parents approved, but he could still make it back to New York if he ever felt the need.
Sirius couldn’t help but laugh at Remus’s reaction; it was just perfect. This was part of the reason he loved talking to and being with Moony so much. He could pretend like he disapproved, and he certainly did a good job of it, but deep down Sirius knew that he enjoyed it. Remus’s life would be boring without the rest of them, and he knew it. Sirius didn’t bother to sit on the bench, however, he crossed his legs and stared up at Remus as he attempted to explain his absence—it seemed like Remus had had the same things on his mind that Sirius did. Then again, it was kind of hard not to—this whole time-warp-whatsit was just too weird. Why did it have to happen to them? Why couldn’t have happened next year or the year after that or just not at all? It was just stupid. There was no other way to put it than sheer stupidity. He hated it, just hated it. He couldn’t quite understand what Remus was going through—he didn’t have a kid (or any relatives, actually) to avoid any more than he normally did. Regardless, even the thought of Moony and Prongs having kids was absolutely ridiculous. Who was the kid with, anyway? Had anyone bothered to figure that out? That would have been the first question Sirius had had. Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about it—what he had to worry about was why he didn’t have any kids. “Did you ever bother to find out who you got busy with? I mean, isn’t that kind of a really important thing? I know that if I had a kid I’d be all over that question. I mean, what if you ended up married to some…I don’t know.” He paused for a moment, trying to figure out if anything that he just said made sense before deciding it didn’t matter and moving on.“I’m sure your kid’s a good kid. He’s got you for a father, hasn’t he? Look at how well you’ve done with James and me,” he teased, grinning mischievously up at him. “And he’s only got the coolest uncles to ever exist. Which, by the way, is obviously the reason I don’t have any kids, right? I’m too busy being the cool uncle that gives the kids free stuff and takes them to cool places you never would.”
Yes, it was painfully obvious that Sirius had been avoiding the thought of his future self. He didn’t even want to think about what his future was going to be like—he didn’t have kids, so that said something, didn’t it? Did he not want to have kids or something? Sure, he didn’t now but James certainly didn’t want kids now either, and he ended up with a son that seemed like he was some sort of hero or something. So who knew what was going to happen to him? Honestly, he didn’t even want to know—wouldn’t knowing screw things up somehow? He sighed, glad that Remus had changed the subject. “No, you most certainly could not ask me the same question because if I had been avoiding you I wouldn’t have tackled you the way I did, I would have just kept on walking. But it’s definitely been way too long which is ridiculous because we live in the same bleeding dormitories and there’s no reason whatsoever for us to not see each other everyday. But anyway.” He began to fake his own death, clutching at his chest and making gagging noises. “Why in the world would I possibly try studying?!” he asked, pretending to be offended. “Why would I study when I have you to ask for the answers? Books might make you obsolete, you know, and where would you be then?” He was about to go on, but immediately felt guilty when he said he ended things with Emmeline. Again. “Sweet Merlin, Moony, what was it this time? You guys have more problems than James and Lily, and they just found out that they’re going to die. But really, though, I am sorry. It’s just that…well, you know what it is. Even if I don’t. It’s a shame, too—you guys are kind of adorable together.” He shrugged. “But on the bright side, now you have more time with to spend with me! Isn’t that just wonderful? Haven’t you missed these deep, intellectual conversations? I know that I have. Instead of late nights cuddling with Emmy-poo, you can spend them helping me to avoid my homework! What an excellent trade-off, right?” He grinned in what he liked to pretend was a winning way, trying to make Moony feel better, but he was never sure what to say in a situation like that.
Sirius couldn’t keep himself from frowning when Remus asked him how he felt about this whole time-warp situation. “I…I don’t know. It’s just so bloody weird. There are all these questions that keep on coming up and I don’t really want to know the answer but at the same time I do and I don’t want to see what I’m like in the future but that’s kind of a lie because I do but I don’t want to if I’m actually some creepy loser that’s childless because people actually hate him and there’s that whole matter of Prongs and Lils dying for God’s sake.! How am I going to even function without them?! And you’re going to get married and have kids and leave me with Wormtail who’s all right and all but that’s not the point!!” He paused for a moment to take a breath before continuing. “And the fact that there are three times the amount of people at Hogwarts sucks. This is not my ideal last year at Hogwarts, if you know what I mean.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “What do you think of it all? Other than the whole kid-avoiding thing. I could talk to him if you wanted me too, you know.”
[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'm ANGIE and I'm NINETEEN old. I'm OBSESSIVE. This is my FIRST application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER.
