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Name: Paris Renard
Base Name: Jude Law
Alias: Renny
Age: 31
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual [preference for men]
[Appearance]
Height: 6"1
Hair colour/length: Blond/Short
Eye colour: Bright blue.
Distinguishing Markings: Birthmark at the base of his neck, where his shoulder meets. Just a circle of a mole.
-Tattoos/piercings/scars/ect ect..:
[Personality]
Occupation:
Council member and part time artist.
Likes:
Time to paint, traveling, people who are open to cultures, intelligent conversation, a good fuck, eating good and well made food, the colour blue.
Dislikes:
People who don't give give constructive criticism, people who are arrogant for no good reason, people who are obsessed with French culture and follow stereotypes, he also dislikes raisins with a passion.
Personality:
Paris is a person who tries to take life in his stride and that is mainly avoiding being exactly like his parents who were obsessed with planning everything, even a walk down the street. Paris loves to be spontaneous, he loves to surprise people, whether it would be with a random adventure out somewhere, or even giving someone a random gift. He doesn't care as soon as it's new and exciting. He loves to explore everywhere he can, he wants to also know anything and everything he can. He is honestly a fountain of random facts. When it comes to his morals, for the most part he likes to think he's traditional and a gentleman about it. He likes to respect men and women the same, treat people how you want to be treated and all that, but he is a sucker for a down and dirty one night stand. He is the only one around who can break the rules.
Overall Paris is a very artistic person, he loves to be creative and think outside of the box. Push a boundary and surprise a person. He just loves to do things not in time.
[History]
History: Paris's name is the most unoriginal thing about his life. Even born in Paris, he was named after the city his mother had a one night stand in before they moved on and around France. Growing up, Paris never really settled anywhere and neither did his mother with men. His earliest memories all consist of his mother constantly being with different men, he could recall at least five in every city or town they stayed in for a few months. But then there was one, and that one stuck. And Paris bloody hated him.
Granted he wasn't a drug addict or something god awful worse than some of the others she had been with but he was the opposite. He was a complete uptight and strict military man. Paris was six when this man never left, even as they moved around again. He became terrified to find out his mother was getting married, even at six, he could understand a man being around for a few weeks was not good. He was even adopted by him when they got married, told he was now to call this man his father. Paris started to push himself away from his mother and his new 'dad'.
His life became a routine and the only good thing was that they had finally settled back in Paris. To his utter horror anyway. School wasn't fun when you are named after the city you were born in. So he adopted a shortened version of his surname, demanding that he only be known as Renny when in Paris. His home life became strange. As he grew older and more mature, he started to understand that his mother had an alcohol problem and also a drug history and that was the reason they had constantly moved. To get away from her drug debts and men who wanted to sell her to traffickers and even some had wanted to kidnap him when he was young enough so he could be sold to families aboard or drug traders. His new step father was trying to drill a military life style onto him as well. Waking him up at six am to do exercise before school, afternoon workouts and even talks about being sent to a military school which his mother was at least against.
Life just became structured. And he hated it. He found himself horrified at the thought that he preferred the times that him and his mother used to stay in caravan parks and then just suddenly pack up and move. He knew he was too young to even understand the magnetite of some of the times they had but his mother had seemed so more carefree - granted she was always high as well - but he just missed that part of her. He just watched everyday as she basically was his stepdad's lap dog and figured that maybe this was all a debt to him for getting her clean to begin with. He didn't dwell on it too long but got a bit of personal payback when he hit puberty.
His stepdad hated anything gay. Even mentioning the word around him, he hated it and wished that they could go away from him. So Paris at the age of fifteen purposely decided to experiment with his first time, with an older boy of eighteen. Not ever having thought about sexuality, he didn't care as he took a boy home and lost his virginity to him. His father however retaliated with actually following through with threats of military school. Within the week and the heartbreak of his mother he was packed up and sent off to be 'disciplined'.
Paris ran away as soon as he turned sixteen. He went as far away as he could from the school, from Paris, from his family. He tried to go back to the places that he grew up, remembering one city towards the south of France fondly. There he found himself in a hostel for runaways that even helped with finishing education. There he was taught how to paint, how to draw and how to write and he adored it. He found himself lost in the creative world and passing his schooling with a major in art, he travelled over the world as a travelling artist, doing anything he could from working in circus to legal street art.
It wasn't till he was thirty and stepping back into a city that struck up a familiar memory in his brain that something just made sense to him. The first months of his mother marriage. How this man just randomly appeared out of nowhere and was now going to be part of his family, how it just happened after they had been running. Finding out the laws of Miseria and finding out about the force marriages, he realised they had stayed long enough that his mother was out onto the marriage list. Slightly alarmed at the idea of being forced into a marriage he originally planned on getting the hell out but instead, he was more surprised to find his mother. Divorced, completely clean of any substance abuse and even weirder that she had managed to become a council member of the city. He was confused, but still not given any answers as it seemed there was something in him that had told him to come here. His mother was on her death bed when he found her again from years of drug abuse.
He stayed with her for her final weeks before her death before finally being told that she wanted him to follow on after her as a council member. Confused but not wanting to upset his mother on her death bed, he agreed to it, watching her fade with a smile on her face. He was going to leave that night, leave the city and move on again. But something nagged him inside, he knew it was an awful thing to do to her. He had left her with his step dad for so many years and had never even contacted her when he ran away. He had to honour her memory at least. He stepped up and agreed to do what she asked and found himself a council member of Miseria without even wanting to be one. But let's just say after a year, it's grown on him.
Base Name: Jude Law
Alias: Renny
Age: 31
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual [preference for men]
[Appearance]
Height: 6"1
Hair colour/length: Blond/Short
Eye colour: Bright blue.
Distinguishing Markings: Birthmark at the base of his neck, where his shoulder meets. Just a circle of a mole.
-Tattoos/piercings/scars/ect ect..:
[Personality]
Occupation:
Council member and part time artist.
Likes:
Time to paint, traveling, people who are open to cultures, intelligent conversation, a good fuck, eating good and well made food, the colour blue.
Dislikes:
People who don't give give constructive criticism, people who are arrogant for no good reason, people who are obsessed with French culture and follow stereotypes, he also dislikes raisins with a passion.
Personality:
Paris is a person who tries to take life in his stride and that is mainly avoiding being exactly like his parents who were obsessed with planning everything, even a walk down the street. Paris loves to be spontaneous, he loves to surprise people, whether it would be with a random adventure out somewhere, or even giving someone a random gift. He doesn't care as soon as it's new and exciting. He loves to explore everywhere he can, he wants to also know anything and everything he can. He is honestly a fountain of random facts. When it comes to his morals, for the most part he likes to think he's traditional and a gentleman about it. He likes to respect men and women the same, treat people how you want to be treated and all that, but he is a sucker for a down and dirty one night stand. He is the only one around who can break the rules.
Overall Paris is a very artistic person, he loves to be creative and think outside of the box. Push a boundary and surprise a person. He just loves to do things not in time.
[History]
History: Paris's name is the most unoriginal thing about his life. Even born in Paris, he was named after the city his mother had a one night stand in before they moved on and around France. Growing up, Paris never really settled anywhere and neither did his mother with men. His earliest memories all consist of his mother constantly being with different men, he could recall at least five in every city or town they stayed in for a few months. But then there was one, and that one stuck. And Paris bloody hated him.
Granted he wasn't a drug addict or something god awful worse than some of the others she had been with but he was the opposite. He was a complete uptight and strict military man. Paris was six when this man never left, even as they moved around again. He became terrified to find out his mother was getting married, even at six, he could understand a man being around for a few weeks was not good. He was even adopted by him when they got married, told he was now to call this man his father. Paris started to push himself away from his mother and his new 'dad'.
His life became a routine and the only good thing was that they had finally settled back in Paris. To his utter horror anyway. School wasn't fun when you are named after the city you were born in. So he adopted a shortened version of his surname, demanding that he only be known as Renny when in Paris. His home life became strange. As he grew older and more mature, he started to understand that his mother had an alcohol problem and also a drug history and that was the reason they had constantly moved. To get away from her drug debts and men who wanted to sell her to traffickers and even some had wanted to kidnap him when he was young enough so he could be sold to families aboard or drug traders. His new step father was trying to drill a military life style onto him as well. Waking him up at six am to do exercise before school, afternoon workouts and even talks about being sent to a military school which his mother was at least against.
Life just became structured. And he hated it. He found himself horrified at the thought that he preferred the times that him and his mother used to stay in caravan parks and then just suddenly pack up and move. He knew he was too young to even understand the magnetite of some of the times they had but his mother had seemed so more carefree - granted she was always high as well - but he just missed that part of her. He just watched everyday as she basically was his stepdad's lap dog and figured that maybe this was all a debt to him for getting her clean to begin with. He didn't dwell on it too long but got a bit of personal payback when he hit puberty.
His stepdad hated anything gay. Even mentioning the word around him, he hated it and wished that they could go away from him. So Paris at the age of fifteen purposely decided to experiment with his first time, with an older boy of eighteen. Not ever having thought about sexuality, he didn't care as he took a boy home and lost his virginity to him. His father however retaliated with actually following through with threats of military school. Within the week and the heartbreak of his mother he was packed up and sent off to be 'disciplined'.
Paris ran away as soon as he turned sixteen. He went as far away as he could from the school, from Paris, from his family. He tried to go back to the places that he grew up, remembering one city towards the south of France fondly. There he found himself in a hostel for runaways that even helped with finishing education. There he was taught how to paint, how to draw and how to write and he adored it. He found himself lost in the creative world and passing his schooling with a major in art, he travelled over the world as a travelling artist, doing anything he could from working in circus to legal street art.
It wasn't till he was thirty and stepping back into a city that struck up a familiar memory in his brain that something just made sense to him. The first months of his mother marriage. How this man just randomly appeared out of nowhere and was now going to be part of his family, how it just happened after they had been running. Finding out the laws of Miseria and finding out about the force marriages, he realised they had stayed long enough that his mother was out onto the marriage list. Slightly alarmed at the idea of being forced into a marriage he originally planned on getting the hell out but instead, he was more surprised to find his mother. Divorced, completely clean of any substance abuse and even weirder that she had managed to become a council member of the city. He was confused, but still not given any answers as it seemed there was something in him that had told him to come here. His mother was on her death bed when he found her again from years of drug abuse.
He stayed with her for her final weeks before her death before finally being told that she wanted him to follow on after her as a council member. Confused but not wanting to upset his mother on her death bed, he agreed to it, watching her fade with a smile on her face. He was going to leave that night, leave the city and move on again. But something nagged him inside, he knew it was an awful thing to do to her. He had left her with his step dad for so many years and had never even contacted her when he ran away. He had to honour her memory at least. He stepped up and agreed to do what she asked and found himself a council member of Miseria without even wanting to be one. But let's just say after a year, it's grown on him.