Post by Pierre Yvets on Nov 30, 2008 1:33:32 GMT 2
Name:
Nickname(s):[/color] :; P, Yvet, rich boy
Gender:[/color] :; male
Age:[/color] :;17[/color]
Species:[/color] :; Human
Blood Heritage:[/color] :;[/color] French- Canadian [/size]
Height:[/color] :; 6’2
Weight:[/color] :; 190 lbs
Eyes:[/color] :; Beautiful grey eyes that seem opaque yet passionate
Hair:[/color] :; A scruffy dark dirty blond- brown color that tends to look messy and all over the place.
Skin:[/color] :; Tan
Celebrity:[/color] :; Paul Forte
Skill:[/color] :;*[/color] N/A[/size]
Theme:[/color] :; [/color]
“Whatever you like”- T.I.[/size]
Likes:[/color] :; Women, money, power, feeling superior to others, drugs, alcohol, partying, cars
Dislikes:[/color] :; Dirt, hobos, poor people, studious girls, his parents, school
Mother:[/color] :; Maria- Antoinétte Silvia
Father:[/color] :; Sean-Marc Yvets
Sibling(s):[/color] :; Mary-Anne Yvets [Sister-older {26}], John Yvets [Brother-older {31}]
Spouse:[/color] :; None
Other(s):[/color] :;
Pet(s):[/color] :; A German Sheppard {2 years old} named Roger
Dream Job(s):[/color] :; Race car driver
Wants:[/color] :; his dad to recognize him as a person and not some crazy animal that does drugs.
Fears:[/color] :; Going into jail, having his dad give up on him, become poor, go into rehab, having his parents disappointed in him, high school
Known As:[/color] :; Qui-Chan
Character(s):[/color] :; only Pierre at the time being
Age:[/color] :; 13 >.>
Experience:[/color] :; Almost a year of RPing now =)
Born in Québec, Canada, Pierre grew up in a very rich and lush household. Mr. Sean-Marc was the CEO of one of the largest toy manufacturing corporations of the generation and Maria was a fashion designer. Money and power seemed to roll in with no obligation, invitations to fashion runaways, free tickets to travel the world- everything was given to Pierre on a plate. Being the third and final child of the Yvet family, he was expected to follow his older siblings. Starting private lessons at the age of 4, Pierre was fluent in five different languages. French, English, German, Italian and Spanish- he was the perfect son.
Growing up was difficult for him though. Pierre was sent to a private school and skipped kindergarten. It was easy for him in the studious side, being tutored and forced to practice- Pierre easily caught up with his upper classmates. But he was small compared to the first graders. Lean and stick-like Pierre was bullied. He was the spoiled brat and puppy of the class. His older classmates ordered him around, neglected him during recess, purposely tripping him- it was horrible. But the boy never told his parents. No, he was too ashamed to. Plus, the other boys would call him a snitch. He had seen what had happened to one of his seniors in one of the other classes when the boy had told the teacher about being bullied. It was an immediate death penalty and the boy was out casted.
This didn't change until a few years later when Pierre turned thirteen. Suddenly, his body was enhanced by a growth spurt, sprouting from his 5'2 height to a 6'2 in a matter of months and stretching features- suddenly the table turned. It was then Pierre being the one ordering others and having his own little group. It was Pierre being the womanizer and having others follow him. And all to all, he still kept up his grades. His parents of course, still treated him like a thirteen year old despite his appearance and demanded him to study more even with the straight A's.
Pierre was fourteen when he was introduced to marijuana. He had been enrolled into a high school then and was immediately befriended by the school's most popular boy. Peter Dwalves was a senior, four years older than Pierre but was a couple of inches shorter than him. Peter had the leader type of aura around him and was respected by others. Pierre found the older teen admirable and when he was befriended, he was oblivious to who Peter really was. He was offered the drug during the second semester. Sitting on the crates of a deserted alleyway, Peter handed him one.
At first, Pierre stared at it in wonder but when Peter smoked, he immediately followed. The first inhale was awfully, Pierre coughed and choked, tears sitting at the brink of his eyes but when Peter laughed, Pierre's confidence grew again. Soon enough, weeks later, he was a regular inhaler.
He was fifteen when he went to his first alcohol related party. Like usual, he was with Peter. The senior had dropped a grade and stayed in the high school yet he was still popular. Yet again, Peter offered him a beer and Pierre took it with no concern. The one beer then became two and two became three, three then five and five did he passed out. Peter carried him home, sneaked him in and left. The next morning, Pierre had a hungover. Even without coming near him, the smell of alcohol was so strong that Papa and Mama Yvets could smell it across the room. The two grimaced in disgust and the next day, Pierre was band from going to parties ever again.
No worries though, if he couldn't go to a party, he'd host one. A year after the incident, Pierre allowed himself to be convinced by Peter to hold a party since his parents were going away on a business trip. Invitations were passed out and beer and alcohol were ordered- everything was perfect. At least, they thought. Halfway through the party, sirens were heard and the cops knocked against the door. Frantic, everyone threw away the marijuana and illegal substances. Nonetheless, Pierre had to open the door and the police suspected everyone of doing drugs. They were all taken to the station.
Pierre was locked in the cell for a day and it scared the wits out of him. When Papa and Mama Yvets heard, they were serious. The two came back to Canada and had a lawyer wrestle his way in and Pierre was finally freed. But the rest of the people weren't. Peter was arrested and put into jail. The rest of the people either underage or not were put to juvenile detention centres. Disappointed in their son, Sean-Marc decided to put Pierre in a rehabilitation centre. Refusing to, Pierre suggested another option. He'd go somewhere of Sean's pick and attend school normally. No prestigious schools, no limos to pick him up, he'd get a job too and find his own apartment to live in.
So days after his sweet seventeen, he boarded to Forks. And this, is where his history ends. Will Pierre crumple under the life or a normal seventeen year old? Or survive without any hesitation? Will you join him or become part of his memory? Only time can tell. So what do you say?
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