Post by emmett olivier lacroix. on Oct 13, 2008 19:33:24 GMT -5
`go shake it EMMETT !
`ooh, merci beaucoup.
age; i plead the fifth.
rp experience; tres anos.
how you found us; lolol.
contact; pm or ask for email/aim.
other charries; none.
other; EVERY SAINT HAS A PAST, EVERY SINNER HAS A FUTUREEEE.
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; A lot of people call him Em or Emmy with cute little suffixes tacked on, but he really prefers Emmett.
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; December First, 1990.
actually i'm some sort of; Sagittarius.
this place was such a s.hit hole; Dijon, France.
ah, so like paradise for me; Dijon, France.
i don't look it but i'm actually; Mostly French.
it's just the way the wind blows; Homo :D
baddest b.itch all up and through here; third year ; photography ; none
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; Dull blue eyes.
does the carpet match the drapes; Sandy blonde hair.
i wish i could lose like three pounds; One sixty-ish.
she looks like a freakin giraffe; Six feet.
and then i got one on my a.ss; None, though he'd like to get a tattoo some point, as long as it has a significant meaning.
they always seem to notice my; hair and scar on his cheek.
you'll never see me without my; hair: Emmett's hair actually changes frequently, even though it's usually kind of sublte and progressive. Naturally, it's very wavy, yet still orderly, and a dirty blonde color. It's kept fairly short, though just enough length to properly frame his face and accentuate a few features here and there. However, sometimes Emmett straightens it, in which case it looks much lighter and shinier. The length varies, also; he lets it grow out a lot of the time, the longest part being at about his chin. When that happens, he then cuts it back to its standard length. He doesn't like too many alterations, and nothing odd. Emmett doesn't like vibrance or extravagance, only beautiful simplicity. It might sound hokey, but his hair really does express that personal belief of his.
body type: Emmett is, well, fairly lanky, let's put it at that. He stands at about six feet and weighs around a hundred sixty pounds. Though he is pretty much average height for a male, he is rather thin, which gives a disproportionate illusion. When he's barenaked, there's all sorts of bones jutting out; his hipbones, a few ribs here and there, very prominent, protruding collarbones. However, when he's clothed, this thin appearance kind of disappears. Sure, he's still obviously slender, though doesn't seem as much as you would think. Emmett does, in fact, have quite a bit of muscle. It's mostly in his legs, which is part of the reason why, again, he seems so fit. he has these skinny little arms and then powerful legs, so hey, what a killer body. He's also got broad shoulders which only contributes to the illusion that he's very skinny and lean.
eyes: Emmett's eyes are a hypnotic, translucent shade of blue. Their precise shade varies anywhere from a deep, darker sky blue to a pale turquoise. It, of course, depends on the lighting and the weather and even, sometimes, his mood or what he's wearing. Granted, it's usually random, though he likes to think that these little factors can control their daily hue. This is probably his most stunning feature, as is with most people. He likes to wear colors that accentuates them, since he does feel comfortable with boasting them, unlike with other parts of him.
style: Most people think that because of Emmett's orientation, he'll dress really stylishly or really edgy, but that's not the case. Emmett just likes to be comfortable and casual. Usually he just wears jeans or khakis with a tee, oxford shirt, cardigan, or sweater. It's never in an extravagant color, no does he really accessorize. A belt, at the most. Despite all of this, Emmett's clothes are recognizable because of their state: either completely beaten up (obviously a thrift store find) or very well-made (a designer piece).
facial structure: People tend to describe Emmett's face as being the extremes; either ugly or stunning. His face is chiseled and strong, though his other features (namely eyes and hair) tend to soften his appearance up. He has a pointy elf nose, if you will, though it's fairly broad. His lips are thin rosy and reveal bright white teeth and smile lines around his face whenever he grins. His jaw is heavy set, which probably contributes the most to his masuline look. There's a small scar on his upper lip from an accident with an old pet when he was younger.
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`it's a m.otherf.ucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; neon colors. overly obscene things. snooty people. the materialistic life. math. buildings with no windows. business. no privacy. arrogance. anything overly-modern. chipped nail polish. screamo.
it's like my signature kinda thing; resistance; he'd never succumb to the drugs and things of this generation and music industry. likewise for smoking, overuse of alcohol, and casual sex. some people may think he's a bit of a party pooper, but he calls it logic. he knows it'll fuck him up and emmett's smarter than that.
style; some days emmett thinks he should've gone into clothes styling instead of photography. he constantly gets complimented on how he arranges ensembles, often getting remarks that they're "prep meets hipster" or "dapper with a twist."
cheering people up; emmett's naturally something to smile about. from his gentle looks to his smooth accent to his sweet personality, it's hard not to be happy around him. he has a bit of a voodoo that causes people to seemingly forget their worries and spend a few moments in tempered euphoria.
photography; this should almost be a no-brainer. anyway, emmett's talent just kind of evolved from him taking classes at school simply for a credit to being on a tour, documenting a famous band's journey. he's learned all kinds of tricks and uses them whenever he can.
loyalty; no matter what, you can pretty much depend on emmett for being there when you need him. it's rare for him to commit betrayal of any sort, whether it be with a friend or with a significant other. he just thinks that it's wrong and that ethic of his has trained him to keep him from being unfaithful.
oh god not this again, i so suck; shyness; sometimes, but not always, emmett is painfully shy. it may seem kind of ironic, considering his job is to take pictures of people and basically capture who they are within a single frame. though he's a very warm and friendly person, there are times when he freezes and just becomes very sheepish and quiet.
lazy; though emmett can be a go-getter, he's typically, not, unless he's extremely determined. instead, he can be the complete contrary. there are days when he doesn't even want to leave the comfort of his warm bed, and would prefer to just lay there the whole day. when he does urge himself out of bed, he wastes the little energy he has to brew a pot of coffee and then go back to sleep.
secretive; though emmett is good at keeping other people's secrets contained, and people appreciate that, he's not too good at spilling his own. this may save his dignity, but quite a few friendships of his have wained over this. you know, "what's your deepest, darkest secret?" and he's too scared to tell.
dancing; it's true, emmett lacroix cannot dance to save his life. if he were ordered to, he'd probably end up doing something like churning the butter or driving the bus. something lame. and if he had to even attempt ballroom dancing, he'd step on his partner's feet... a lot. and don't even get me started on him "sexy dancing" or grinding or anything. it's for your own good.
sex; it's true; em's a virgin. he believes in saving his virginity until he's found the one, and because of this, he's never experienced foreplay or anything. that's not to say he's not a fantastic kisser, though, because he kind of, pretty much is.
it's like children of the corn but worse; his life passing by, becoming unsuccessful.
you know one day i'm going to; to keep his virginity until he's found the one. to never succumb to the common addictions of this generation. to become a famous fashion photographer.
it's just this weird innate thing; he grinds his teeth when he's nervous and slips into his native tongue of French when he's around someone he likes or feels sheepish.
some things just make me scream; boys who play hard to get. manners. boys who smoke (a not-so-constructive turn-on, but one of his nonetheless). jackets with fur around the hood.
that is the most digusting thing ever; boys who are utter dickheads and have no morals or manners. people who practically sell their body. unintelligence.
you best remember this b.itch; c h i v a l r o u s
Emmett is extremely, extremely polite. He was raised to have very good manners and brought up with certain views on how males should act. He thinks that they should all be honest, just, caring; basically everything positive. When there's a damsel in distress, he'll definitely be there, ready for whatever chaos may be brought. It's like in the old movies when a boy and a girl are on a date, and there's a puddle, and the boy puts his jacket down over it so that she can safely walk across without ruining her designer pumps. That's actually something very realistic for him to do. The only thing is he might not be so blatant about it; for Emmett, it's just the little polite things that make a huge difference.
s w e e t h e a r t
We've already established that Emmett is polite and has impeccable manners, but there's more factors than that to being a gentleman. Anyway, Emmett is an incredibly nice boy. He doesn't find any reason to be spontaneously unfriendly, so that's why he goes around telling people to have a nice day and things. Unless you've got beef with him, there won't be a case where he's too rude. It's just Emmett's nature, the way he was raised. Not only is he just nice, if you know him quite personally, he's exponentially so. He'll go out of his way to cheer you up if you're down, or just be generally sugar-sweet.
s h y
When you first meet Emmett, he'll probably be really introverted. Just introduce himself, shake hands, whatever. It's not because he's stuck up (are you kidding?!) but because he really is just all sheepish whenever he meets somebody. He's flattered, most of the time, to even be talking to someone. Kind of like why would anybody want to talk to me?! This continues as you get to know him (or not, really). Though he'll talk to you and gratefully be in your company, chances are he's not going to spill out his guts and thoughts and emotions right away. It takes time for him to trust people and have that feeling returned. All of this is ironic, of course, since your cliche starlet is incredible outgoing and extroverted.
s e r i o u s
For the most part, Emmett is quite serious. He doesn't always take things like a joke; if there's pressure, he'll get cracking and down to it. He likes to stay on topic and doesn't goof off or stray from the point too much. That's not to say he's not boring to be around, though. He actually does have a decent sense of humor. It's mostly just little remarks that are witty and can extract a few tiny chuckles from people.
It's not to say that Emmett isn't a happy person. In fact, it's the opposite; sometimes he's overly exuberant. He likes to be happy and smile, though he's still remaining serious. Does that make sense?
s e c r e t i v e
Okay, naturally, Emmett has to keep a few things to himself. It may seem incredible difficult, considering many paps want to snap the picture of Emmett doing some ungodly thing, having it end up on the cover of Us Weekly. He does his best to avoid this and keep his life simply that: his. Emmett obviously won't be able to keep a lot of things on the down low, though he still seems to weasle his way out of the big things being spilled.
c r e a t i v e
Obviously, Emmett is incredibly artsy. He gets inspired easily and once he has a thought, he builds onto it and simply blossoms. His no-nonsense personality helps with this, since it's hard for him to lollygag, trying to find some muse. He can just look at something as simple as a flower, or a random pedestrian, and have an idea for a new project pop into his head. He tries to get as many photos as he can, even if they're just little spontaneous snapshots, because who knows how they could help later.
n o t t h e s m a r t e s t
How do I put this nicely? Well, perhaps surprisingly, Emmett's not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. Or the sharpest knife in the drawer. Or the fastest tractor on the farm... but anyway! Emmett just doesn't really have the intelligence. I mean, yes, he's very understanding and can interpret things quite well as well as develop some great ideas, he just doesn't have those clean-cut book smarts. He's bad at math, not-quite-mediocre at the science subjects, and then just good at English. Despite this, he adores reading as if it were his child, and yearns to always have a novel to read. He may not always make the links between metaphors and morals and such, though he's actually a very skilled reader. He's quick to comprehend the words, even though he can't make those links. Make sense? Also, he can't really take a hint. If somebody says something kind of subtle, it'll take him a little while to catch on. You may be wondering how he got into such a prestigious academy then. Photography skills and money, my friend.[/ul][/size]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
• melissa
it's cause you were dropped as a child; • blake henri lacroix ; 24 years old ; professional field hockey player
• celèste victoria lacroix ; 22 years old ; fashion model
• richard thomas lacroix ; 20 years old ; college student ; music major. brother.
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; The only remaining grandparent is Emmett's father's mother, though he doesn't get to visit her much.
you know the different kind of uncle; Same here. His mother has a brother and his father was an only child. However, Emmett's uncle made a huge impact on his life, serving as a mentor. He, too, is gay and Emmett called him up whenever he was having difficulties having to do with his seuxality.
and the one that looks like a rat; He doesn't have any cousins.
pretty freakin sure we're not related; Nobody notable enough.
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; His parents own a newfoundland.
it's like hell but only faster; In Dijon, France, Georges Lacroix was a starving artist. He lived in a very modest home and painted all day, trying to make a living. By the afternoons, he'd walk the streets with his canvases under his arms, setting up an easel and selling his work or doing calligraphies of people. This was the only way for him to put the bread on the table, being in his twenties. Both of his parents were deceased, so he didn't really have anybody to back him up financially. One day when he was set up on a street, doing an oil painting of a young man, a woman walked up and gathered around, watching his every stroke. Her head was tilted, her arms folded, and she seemed to really be studying the painting. She had to've been around the same age as him, maybe even younger. Georges finished the painting and handed it to the man, getting his exchange of money. The young woman sat down, requesting a painting of her own. Georges examined her for a moment, trying to memorize her for the first few lines; she had a freckled, tan face, wavy, long dirty blonde hair, and smoldering gray eyes. She smiled at him and made light conversation as he worked. "My name is Melissa, could you write that at the bottom?" she asked. He didn't speak much English, but assumed she was a tourist. He understood what she was asking, just not what she was saying. Get it? He nodded and complied, giving her the painting. She handed him the money, and he counted it. Furrowing his brow, he recounted. "Too much," he said, handing her back some of it. "Keep," Melissa simply responded, dropping it back into his hand and walking away.
They kept up with this little shindig, Melissa coming by his place on the street corner everyday just to talk with him. They had to talk simply, because, obviously, Georges didn't speak much English. However, he slowly learned more each day, just by talking to her. He was good looking, with cropped brown hair and a strong, masculine face. He was very tall and lanky, though still not the kind of person you'd want to see in a dark alley. After a few more weeks of idly chatting with each other on his corner, Melissa announced that she'd have to go back to the US soon. She was only here for college to study architecture. Georges was, well, pretty much heartbroken. Never had he been so attracted to a woman, not even lustfully. He requested to have one last meal with her before she had to go. They went to a little cafe nearby, and really enjoyed themselves. He refused to let her pay, despite his measly income, though he didn't mind this once. They had their first kiss here, anyway.
It was time for Melissa to leave France, and needless to say, she was very sullen that day. He went with her to the airport and as she was about to board, he took his Mother's wedding ring that he had inherited, and proposed. Call it hokey, cheesy, cliche, whatever you want... Melissa said yes. She stayed with Georges in Dijon, against her parents' wishes. She was happy, so they were too, reluctantly. Since she was very wealthy back home, Georges no longer had financial problems. Melissa's parents would send her money often, and she'd get it exchanged for the local currency. Everything seemed perfect.
The newlyweds soon had their first son, Blake. Even though Georges wanted a traditional French name for his first son, he agreed, since Melissa had been in love with the name ever since she started to dream about her future. Blake was a very good boy who did well in school, and a year later, Melissa gave birth to a little girl. Georges chose a French name this time, Celèste. They were both doing extremely well in their classes, excelling and passing with flying colors. Two years later came little Richard. As soon as they were old enough, both Georges and Melissa encouraged their children into the arts. Any form, they didn't care. Richard took up playing the cello, Celèste began acting, and Blake started writing a little bit.
Now came another unplanned child, a son whom they named Emmett. Classic and sweet, Melissa said, everything a little boy should be. Emmett was the best out of the children, with impeccable manners (thanks, Georges) and a sheepish, shy, kind side. He loved to help people and was always, always caring and compassionate. This brushed against Blake's personality; he was a snarky boy with a wicked side and a knack for getting into trouble. It was just always little things for attention. Melissa and Georges mutually decided to take him out of the arts and get him into sports. There weren't really many athletic programs around, only exclusive clubs for preppy sports like horseback riding and archery and field hockey. They chose the latter, just because it was the most aggressive and they knew that Blake could channel his early teenage angst into it. They found he was a natural, as well as being a passionate center midfielder, and pursued it wonderfully.
The other three continued with theirs, though Celèste began to model for local boutiques and Emmett became interested in photography after he got a camera for his twelfth birthday. This was all very lovely. The family ended up moving to the United States by Melissa's parents' request. She had to comply; it was about time, living in France all this time. So, they all packed their things and went to America, despite the whiny teenagers with them.
Georges couldn't speak English fluently, though he was still getting very good at it. It was impressive, considering how different French and English really were. Anyway, Georges stopped painting and instead, opened an artmuseum. Remember, Melissa's family was very, very wealthy, so they sure as hell had enough money to inherit to pay for the artwork they were featuring and maintain the place. They started to make even more money off of this place, and enrolled their four children into a prestigious private school. Blake made the school's club field hockey team, also being promoted to captain. He was an incredibly strong player, driven and motivated, practicing on his own time every night. Since, obviously, this school didn't offer courses on modelling, Celèste did a bit of painting herself. She started to understand angles and lighting and all kinds of things that would help her later in her modelling career, if she decided to pursue it. Richard made the Chamber Orchestra at his school, being claimed as a prodigy by his music instructor. And then little Emmett, not getting nearly as good circumstances. The school had a photography program, though it was new and undeveloped. He joined anyway, professional camera in hand, and made some very understated photographs. He never thought that any of this would mean anything to him, that it would just be a little hobby.
As he entered high school, Emmett really started to be aware of himself. He became more and more interested in photography, which shocked him immensely. The photography program also grew, getting instructors to work with the club members. It was starting to become exclusive; you had to make a portfolio and have it reviewed and confirmed in order to be accepted. Emmett didn't ever have a problem with this, though; he was an original member of the club, so they knew him well, and also wanted him to help out with it, not only take the workshops. Everything seemed fantastic, until he started to question his orientation. I mean, he had only had one girlfriend, a very pretty girl from back in middle school. He hadn't really ever been in love with her, per se, just thought that she was nice and attractive and smart. You know, the things that you think of your friends. He did, however, start to look at his fellow male students more closely, though. Anytime the back of his mind would say something like "what nice eyes" or "he's really cute", he'd push it out, shake his head, and continue on. He denied himself for a year or so, convincing himself less and less everyday that he was straight. He decided, finally, that there was no way he could be completely, exclusively attracted to females.
He decided to come out to his family; what else could a confused, conflicted teenager do? However, he told them that he was bi, thinking that it might weaken the blow a little bit. His parents were terribly accepting, though it was Blake that wasn't too pleased. He wanted his brothers to be like him; strong and masculine. Richard was for the most part, though Emmett felt that it was impossible to be so now. Eventually Emmett came out all the way, that he was gay, after a bit more of soul searching. Again, parents were lovely about it, but Blake disliked him even more. He was fine with it, in a way. He still had Celèste and Richard, both of which were fine with it.
Soon enough, Georges and Melissa decided to move their children from this private school. It was starting to get too stressful for everyone. To replace this, they enrolled their children in public schools. Sure, it was a huge leap for all of them, but they found it much more lenient and relaxing. This turned out a disaster. Since the Lacroix kids' talents weren't really appreciated at a normal high school, their accents weren't compensated for and they weren't exactly the popular bunch. Fortunately, Melissa took notice of this and pulled them out, placing them back into the original private school.
The Lacroix bunch continued to move around the country until the kids started to enter college. Blake went to Oxford college on an academic scholarship, though dropped out to pursue field hockey. He ended up being spotted by an International coach, and now plays for England. Celèste moved to New York in hopes of becoming a well-known model, and was shortly signed to IMG Models. Richard actually did go through with college, ending up at Berklee to study the cello. And so now we have Emmett, whose passion for photography has led him to Darmon Academy.
Let the games begin.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
i don't know what it means, something with; photography, yo.
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; emmett was named after emmett from legally blond k.
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guess what?
and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
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[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
