Théo Allard
May 3, 2014 6:42:17 GMT -5
Post by Théo Allard on May 3, 2014 6:42:17 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Théo (tay-o) Jérôme Allard
Nickname: Tay
Age: Sixteen (April 1st, 1998)
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Pastry Manifestation – Théo can make pastries, savoury and sweet, appear out of nothing. Limited to around six small items every half a day - the more complex, and the larger, the more straining the pastry is to manifest. Over-creation of pastries can cause a strong craving for the core ingredients, i.e. if Théo continually made cinnamon swirls, he would want to eat something with cinnamon in it. As a general side effect, his appetite is larger than the average person. Manifestations also cause him migraines and effect his ability to function, generally - going too far over his limit can cause him to become shaky, dizzy and unstable, and his brains functions will slow down, making his senses duller and his capability to understand things much lower.
Play By: Ezra MillerLet it F L O W . . .(originally written in French, and translated to English for the sake of simplicity and such)
Qui je suis.
The story of my life. Why I was asked to write about myself in the first place is a complete unknown to me, but I will do it. Ha, I say that now, just wait until I hand this in two weeks late. I used to follow deadlines to such a strict obedience, and now, I know how late anything I do is going to be. Set me homework for tomorrow? Fat chance of you actually getting it on time.
Shit, I am so distracted. Am I allowed to swear in this? I am going to swear in it. I don't care. Like with most things. Anyway, here we go - who I am. I am... many things. I think the word a lot of my friends use is nonchalant. I don't really care about much, being serious is too much of a bore, and too much stress at the same time. Then again, a little stress is fun. As crazy as it seems, I like to have my emotions strained. I do not really feel anything strong unless I initiate it - you would have many people who hate drama, or say they hate drama, but I will not lie (even though that is something I will admit to doing on a regular basis), I love drama. It makes life exciting. Am I not allowed to have a little fun?
The thing about loving drama is that it makes you good at acting – and do not worry, I am not about to write some cheap sob story about not acting as I really am. I am an actor, an actor has many sides. I know how to flirt, to pull the wool over someone’s eyes, to get what I want, from some people. Not everyone is so… easily played with. I guess, my ‘base’ personality is kind of awkward. If you catch me by myself, I will most likely be dancing around badly, singing terribly off-key and baking something. And if you see me, I will laugh at myself, and my own dopey nature. Like I said, it does not matter to me what you think. Although, I do like flirting with people. I have been on quite a few dates, done a few things here and there, had a few girlfriends. Only girls. I am not homosexual. I have nothing against homosexuals, I just do not like guys like that. And my relationships do not last. They always end because the girl says I do not try hard enough, or care enough. Well, I say, that is what they asked for when they asked me out in the first place. This is not a cool dude act – I seriously do not give a fuck. Not about people anyway. I know where to put my energy, and that is not in others.
I am pretty scatter-brained, that much is probably obvious from my writing. I am all over the place. The only thing I will be organized about is my baking. Yes, I see the irony too – I am a chef, and I can manifest pastries. Some people would call it cheating. I call it using my resources. So sue me. Actually, do not, I am dry of money. I am not giving you a penny. Well, I am not totally dry. I just want to spend my money later, I need to buy some stuff. In a way, in that way, some people would call me selfish. Maybe if they thought for more than a few seconds, they would realize that when someone does not care about other people, they have to care about something. So I care about myself. I just… do not understand how or why other people try to help others by trying to feel what they feel. There is too much room for error, and it is none of their business anyway.
I have been cooking for a while, going back to my hobby. My family does like to have homemade products, so I have quite a few family recipes stored in my head. Only a few though, my long term memory is most definitely not the best. My short term memory is fine, I think, but unless I write it down, do not expect me to remember anything, no matter the importance. Back to being a chef – I prefer to bake over actually cooking. I can serve up proper meals, and the like, but I enjoy making sweet things more. It is alright that I never really mastered pastry making, that problem can be solved very quickly. I bet a lot of people would hate to have my ability, they would say it is useless, pointless or boring. I think it is brilliant. Everyone should be jealous of my ability to make baked goods with the blink of an eye. The only issue with baking is that I should technically wear my hair up, because no one wants to find shaggy black hairs strewn throughout their food. I never really do, unless it is some important exam – and when I have to wear one, I completely rock a hairnet.
I like to draw too. I do not really care about it as much as I do with baking, but I do like to doodle and they do not look bad. In my opinion, my drawings are pretty damn fabulous. I am not planning on becoming an artist, but my doodles could sell for millions – they would be national treasures! No question about it.
Que je suis
Should I talk about my appearance? Is that what I am? Whatever, I should probably say something about it anyway. I mentioned my hair earlier - I like my hair. It is scruffy and shaggy and black and awesome. I have had numerous comments in the past about my eyes though; apparently, people like dark brown eyes a lot nowadays. I am not complaining - more fun for me! I am not the tallest person ever. The last time I checked I was 1.75 metres tall. I would be fatter if my power did not give me such a great metabolism - I am pretty lanky. Not ridiculously thin, but I do have meat on my bones. If I am honest, I wish I had more muscle, but I am too lazy to get off my bum and do anything about it. The most walking I would ever do would be around a kitchen, or to a store to buy food, or ingredients, or cigarettes. Yes, I smoke. Do not try to lecture me about it, I have heard every argument against doing it that exists. You cannot change my mind.
I like to wear anything comfortable. Fashion is not a forefront of mine. Good luck ever getting me dressed up for anything. I prefer to go to school dances in jeans and trainers than some expensive, tight suit that no one will notice, or bother to remember. If I cannot walk for more than five minutes without staying comfortable, there is something wrong. That brings me onto something else - why do girls care so much about their appearances anyway? All that money, time and energy, and for what? To draw on your face in pen and wear clothing. I could do that when I was four, do not think that by doing so, you are special, or different. You are not. It makes you looks ridiculous, anyway. If I ever actually considered being in a serious relationship... well, I wouldn't. Any relationship I have is not serious. I know I can be a pain, and whoever the poor soul is that might fall in love with me is just digging themselves a hole. They would have to be able to deal with the fact that I will not put much effort into what I do with them - if I like them in the first place, that is because I would like them, and I would want to spend time with just them. Doing anything fancy, going somewhere special is pointless, they should make it special by just being there and being themselves. I will feel sorry for someone who falls for me, but they cannot expect me to be gentle with my thoughts. The only thing I sugar-coat is my baking.
I have lost track of what I was talking about. Never mind.
I know what I am at the moment - I am hungry. I have a strong sweet tooth, but I like playing with my senses, so I like a lot of flavours - sour, sweet, salty, creamy, crunchy - if it is edible, I will probably eat it. I do like and will drink alcohol, but I do not constantly go to parties, or constantly drink. I am not like that, and I am able to have a hold on my own desires, unlike some people.
Qui j'étais
Who I was? Okay, my past. I was born, strangely enough, on April Fool's Day, April 1st, and I was born and raised in a French city called Bordeaux. I have two brothers, and no sisters. Both of my brothers are older than me, and they are not particularly nice people. The eldest is Valentin, he is twenty-five years old, and the other is Sacha, who is nineteen. All of my family have meta abilities, but I cannot be bothered to list them. So far, my family has been as purely meta as possible. My parents, Julien and Maëlle, and Valentin are all very pro-meta. Of course, I have my own opinions, but I do not understand why they so strongly believe that people with these powers are superior. Just because someone can do the equivalent of scientifically proved magic tricks does not make them more intelligent, or stronger, or anything like that, unless that is what their power grants them. However, if I told them this, they would become angry. I do not care about their emotions, but they are still family, so I guess I must go with what they say.
It would have been rare for me not to have obtained some kind of power, due to my bloodline. I am certain I have a cousin somewhere who has grown up with no evident ability, but I have not slipped into that crack. A lot of my family has what they would describe as "resourceful" abilities - if I have to give an example, I would point at Valentin. He got invisibility. I mean, it cannot crave hunger, but it means you can steal someone else's food without them finding out that it was you, and if they do, they laugh and let you keep it anyway. If you think I am bad, spend the day with him first. I assure you, he is much worse than I.
If I stay on the subject of family, I have two aunties from my family, and two uncles which they are married to. One of them is like Valentin, very strict and formal and harsh when it comes to their points of view, and the other is more like me, but her attitudes are no better than Valentin's. She would talk to my mother and laugh about the fact that she was contributing to the affair of an American. He is unpowered, which is not preferred, but because he holds wealth, my family is not too discriminatory, nor are they happy about it. Because of her, though, because the partner of the American man died during childbirth, I have a cousin. He has meta abilities too. I have never met him, but I might soon. His name is Gryphon, I think. Does it matter? Maybe it does, he goes to Hammel, after all. Maybe I will run into him, maybe I will not. I guess I will just have to wait and see. Other than him, I do not have any other cousins. At least, not to my knowledge.
Back to me, seeing as I am the subject of this piece of writing. I lived in Bordeaux until I was twelve, when my abilities came to light. Basically, I was baking, and as I said, pastry is not my forte. It did not come out quite right, and I threw it in the bin, but I heard a thud and turned around and what I had been trying to make was now in perfect condition on the counter top. I was... shocked to say the least. And my mother was with me, so along with the shock of it happening, I also had her fawning over me with her happiness at my manifestation. That was not fun.
I had been going to Kocher for the last two or three years. It is not bad there, not by any means, I was just... bored. And I have been learning English for as long as I can remember, so I can speak it. I can speak it to a suitable degree, I am far from fluent. I wanted to do something interesting, because I know Kocher too well. I have some friends, but no one exactly close. I do not have anyone who is really close to me, but that is okay. All the same, the people at Kocher are too annoyed with me and no one is any fun any more. I want a change. So, I decided to join the exchange program going to Hammel, and if all goes to plan, I should be transferring here, instead of staying at Kocher. It has been a few months, and it is most definitely different to Kocher. My family were not too happy when I asked them before, being the traditionalists that they are, but after some convincing, they let me come, and then it took some more convincing, and compromise, but they agreed that if I felt more comfortable here, which is not my reason for wanting to stay, but we can go with it, I can transfer.
And believe me, I will be transferring. It is great here, so many more people to meet, and so many more idiots to play with. I am excited.
Je suis prêt à tout.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: (Oh Great and Powerful) Apple
Age: ima youngin
RP Experience: since otters
How did you find us?: pacman, obvisShow your S K I L L S . . .Here you go - *Gryph snatches away amazing piece of writing and gives to Kodi, who promptly smiles darkly and tears up. He then hands it to the Doctor, who steps into his TARDIS and travels back to when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, giving the paper shards to a pterodactyl for its second breakfast. The paper is pooped out later and, in the present time, the fossilized remains are available in a museum near you* ...well, that's that.
