Post by pepin on Jul 8, 2011 10:57:17 GMT -5
NAME: Larue Poulin
AGE: 27
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The Frenchman is rather tall and lean, limbs long like a puppet's. And no wonder, he used to dabble in the artful practice of ballet in most of his youthful years. One can only wonder why he is now in this dingy swamp of a place, trying to off people with a dagger he cannot even hold properly.
One may also enquire as to how he manages to fit his head full of wiry red hair under his mask, but probably note how they compliment the emeralds of his eyes.
HEIGHT: 181cm (5' 11.3")
WEIGHT: 66kg (145.5)
BACKGROUND:Larue was never one for all this spying business, especially since it basically involves at least one person dead by the end of a mission. He spent most of his childhood with a seemingly normal pair of parents, who were fully encouraging of his enthusiasm in ballet.
Little did he know his mother had other plans --- ballet instilled good discipline and flexibility; good qualities for a Spy. As time went by mother pulled him farther and farther from ballet, practice with a knife, shooting practice. He wasn't even sure why he was learning such skills.
Turned out mother was a Spy herself, from an Academy where only those who had cut ties with immediate family were allowed to attend. What better way to break this news to the son by offing dear o'l dad, and asking him to finish the job?
At the end of the day the Poulin family was but two bloody corpses and a child who didn't remember what had happened.
The Academy took him in with high expectations due to his mother's wonderful track record, they were disappointed of course, and perhaps that is the reason for his most unfortunate post in the Swamps?
PERSONALITY: Larue isn't one who stands out in a crowd, no, he's one of those running around the back of a stage doing all the dirty work and never getting much credit for it.
One could see his most expressive moments is when he's getting anxious or nervous, which happens rather often, even over little things, such as getting to work on time or remembering to switch off the fire on the stove.
He has little strong opinions about anything going on around him, and will often just 'go with the flow', or let people boss him around.
TRIVIA: Larue is a smoker, and has the habit of chewing on the cancerous sticks without even lighting them. He also has this strange obsession of telephones. His collects them but none of them are plugged in. He has several cell phones as well, usually off or on 'silent mode' and he'll only send texts as a mode of communication.
He always seems to be waiting for a call, but it just doesn't make sense with his phones switched off. It seems ringing sounds unerve the man.
VIRGIN?: Yes.
WORKING FOR: BLU
FAV WEAPON: He'd rather be dancing again.
"please call me, but please don't ring"
AGE: 27
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The Frenchman is rather tall and lean, limbs long like a puppet's. And no wonder, he used to dabble in the artful practice of ballet in most of his youthful years. One can only wonder why he is now in this dingy swamp of a place, trying to off people with a dagger he cannot even hold properly.
One may also enquire as to how he manages to fit his head full of wiry red hair under his mask, but probably note how they compliment the emeralds of his eyes.
HEIGHT: 181cm (5' 11.3")
WEIGHT: 66kg (145.5)
BACKGROUND:Larue was never one for all this spying business, especially since it basically involves at least one person dead by the end of a mission. He spent most of his childhood with a seemingly normal pair of parents, who were fully encouraging of his enthusiasm in ballet.
Little did he know his mother had other plans --- ballet instilled good discipline and flexibility; good qualities for a Spy. As time went by mother pulled him farther and farther from ballet, practice with a knife, shooting practice. He wasn't even sure why he was learning such skills.
Turned out mother was a Spy herself, from an Academy where only those who had cut ties with immediate family were allowed to attend. What better way to break this news to the son by offing dear o'l dad, and asking him to finish the job?
At the end of the day the Poulin family was but two bloody corpses and a child who didn't remember what had happened.
The Academy took him in with high expectations due to his mother's wonderful track record, they were disappointed of course, and perhaps that is the reason for his most unfortunate post in the Swamps?
PERSONALITY: Larue isn't one who stands out in a crowd, no, he's one of those running around the back of a stage doing all the dirty work and never getting much credit for it.
One could see his most expressive moments is when he's getting anxious or nervous, which happens rather often, even over little things, such as getting to work on time or remembering to switch off the fire on the stove.
He has little strong opinions about anything going on around him, and will often just 'go with the flow', or let people boss him around.
TRIVIA: Larue is a smoker, and has the habit of chewing on the cancerous sticks without even lighting them. He also has this strange obsession of telephones. His collects them but none of them are plugged in. He has several cell phones as well, usually off or on 'silent mode' and he'll only send texts as a mode of communication.
He always seems to be waiting for a call, but it just doesn't make sense with his phones switched off. It seems ringing sounds unerve the man.
VIRGIN?: Yes.
WORKING FOR: BLU
FAV WEAPON: He'd rather be dancing again.
"please call me, but please don't ring"
