Post by Synistergrrl on Apr 21, 2012 8:38:23 GMT -5
Name: Bastian Lecour
Age: 16
Hair: Golden brown
Eyes: Grey blue
Identifying Marks: Ears pierced
Appearance: Bastian is small for his age standing only 5'6 and weighing 123. His long golden brown hair is cut in shaggy layers, thick and wavy that hang in big pale grey blue eyes. There is a cat like quality to Bast, not a big predator, more of a house cat. Happy to be served and lay in the warm sun and be petted and adored. He prefers softer materials, worn or natural fibers, jeans and thin t shirts, but all are designer, expensive, showing just what sort of breeding this boy has lived with.
Background:
~The scream that came wasn't from Bastian's mother, it was from his older doubting sister. She was the lucky one to find her brother having taken too many pills and then climbed up on the rooftop of the grand house and plummeted to the ground. Brigette had just come home from a date with her soon to be fiance when she found her youngest sibling crushed inside her father's convertible Jaguar. It's what saved his life, that and the drugs, though the boy was bloody and had a broken arm and 4 broken ribs, he was still alive, but barely. The house woke with the sounds of her screaming, the maid and butler running to come to her aide, only to find the youngest Lecour bleeding out into that beautiful car.~
~Waking in the hospital had been painful, he'd been sure he had finished what he'd started. But there around the bed in his private room sat his family, all watching with worry or disapproval. It was Brigette who had the smile when he woke, scooting from her chair to his bedside and brushing back the thick golden brown hair.~
Bast...You are so lucky to be alive... I can't believe that you would be so careless and not pay attention to where you stepped...
~The Lecour children had played for years up on the flat roof of the traditional french style manse. They had always been given some what free reign of the house as their parents rarely wanted to be bothered with them. But as she spoke, hoping with all her heart that Bastian would agree with this lie, catch on and just go with it, she'd see the pain in his eyes.~
I didn't slip...
~And that's when the cold ran down her back, making her heart seize. It was the stern voice of their father that cut the silence of the room.~
What do you mean you didn't slip, Bastian?
~The boy was groggy with drugs and still in some amount of pain, his arm was broken in 7 places and pinned back together.~
What I said... I didn't slip.... I jumped...
~The entire room grew deadly silent as Jean Lecour stood and moved to loom over his youngest child and his biggest disappointment.~
You ruined my Jaguar.
~Bast stared at his father for a moment and then shrugged.~
Your Jag ruined my suicide....
~The hit came suddenly, a hard stinging backhand across the face. It sent the room spiraling into chaos. Brigette jumped to Bastian's defense as the twins, Julian and Jean Jr. grabbed her and drug her out the door in a screaming ball of anger. Madeline Lecour stood up and took a hold of her husband's arm. The two stood as a staunch wall against Bastian's world.~
This is the last time I will deal with your stunts, boy. You're going to Pembroke. They can fix you.
~Bastian pushed up, the pain searing through him, but he ignored it.~
You can't FIX me. This is how I am.... I LIKE BOYS! I'm so sorry that interferes with your CAMPAIGN!
~Jean reached out and grabbed Bast by his good arm, dragging the boy up further and making him yelp out in pain.~
You speak like that again and I'll ensure that you won't be a detriment to our family in the future.
~He pushed Bast down and stalked out of the room. Left alone with his mother, Bast looked to her for help, for solace, anything, but knew it wouldn't come.~
Do as your father says, Bastian. Go to Pembroke and get better, prove that you can do this and get in his good graces again. He only does this because he loves you....
~She turned, leaving him with those words, alone, haunted by the hate he'd seen in his father, the man he once idolized. He was left alone to recuperate, not a single person came to see him from that point on. Once he was mostly healed, the cast off, now just a brace, his ribs were no longer sore and the wounds, scratches and cuts, nothing but a distant memory, he was sent to Pembroke.~
Age: 16
Hair: Golden brown
Eyes: Grey blue
Identifying Marks: Ears pierced
Appearance: Bastian is small for his age standing only 5'6 and weighing 123. His long golden brown hair is cut in shaggy layers, thick and wavy that hang in big pale grey blue eyes. There is a cat like quality to Bast, not a big predator, more of a house cat. Happy to be served and lay in the warm sun and be petted and adored. He prefers softer materials, worn or natural fibers, jeans and thin t shirts, but all are designer, expensive, showing just what sort of breeding this boy has lived with.
Background:
~The scream that came wasn't from Bastian's mother, it was from his older doubting sister. She was the lucky one to find her brother having taken too many pills and then climbed up on the rooftop of the grand house and plummeted to the ground. Brigette had just come home from a date with her soon to be fiance when she found her youngest sibling crushed inside her father's convertible Jaguar. It's what saved his life, that and the drugs, though the boy was bloody and had a broken arm and 4 broken ribs, he was still alive, but barely. The house woke with the sounds of her screaming, the maid and butler running to come to her aide, only to find the youngest Lecour bleeding out into that beautiful car.~
~Waking in the hospital had been painful, he'd been sure he had finished what he'd started. But there around the bed in his private room sat his family, all watching with worry or disapproval. It was Brigette who had the smile when he woke, scooting from her chair to his bedside and brushing back the thick golden brown hair.~
Bast...You are so lucky to be alive... I can't believe that you would be so careless and not pay attention to where you stepped...
~The Lecour children had played for years up on the flat roof of the traditional french style manse. They had always been given some what free reign of the house as their parents rarely wanted to be bothered with them. But as she spoke, hoping with all her heart that Bastian would agree with this lie, catch on and just go with it, she'd see the pain in his eyes.~
I didn't slip...
~And that's when the cold ran down her back, making her heart seize. It was the stern voice of their father that cut the silence of the room.~
What do you mean you didn't slip, Bastian?
~The boy was groggy with drugs and still in some amount of pain, his arm was broken in 7 places and pinned back together.~
What I said... I didn't slip.... I jumped...
~The entire room grew deadly silent as Jean Lecour stood and moved to loom over his youngest child and his biggest disappointment.~
You ruined my Jaguar.
~Bast stared at his father for a moment and then shrugged.~
Your Jag ruined my suicide....
~The hit came suddenly, a hard stinging backhand across the face. It sent the room spiraling into chaos. Brigette jumped to Bastian's defense as the twins, Julian and Jean Jr. grabbed her and drug her out the door in a screaming ball of anger. Madeline Lecour stood up and took a hold of her husband's arm. The two stood as a staunch wall against Bastian's world.~
This is the last time I will deal with your stunts, boy. You're going to Pembroke. They can fix you.
~Bastian pushed up, the pain searing through him, but he ignored it.~
You can't FIX me. This is how I am.... I LIKE BOYS! I'm so sorry that interferes with your CAMPAIGN!
~Jean reached out and grabbed Bast by his good arm, dragging the boy up further and making him yelp out in pain.~
You speak like that again and I'll ensure that you won't be a detriment to our family in the future.
~He pushed Bast down and stalked out of the room. Left alone with his mother, Bast looked to her for help, for solace, anything, but knew it wouldn't come.~
Do as your father says, Bastian. Go to Pembroke and get better, prove that you can do this and get in his good graces again. He only does this because he loves you....
~She turned, leaving him with those words, alone, haunted by the hate he'd seen in his father, the man he once idolized. He was left alone to recuperate, not a single person came to see him from that point on. Once he was mostly healed, the cast off, now just a brace, his ribs were no longer sore and the wounds, scratches and cuts, nothing but a distant memory, he was sent to Pembroke.~
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