stargirl18's Journal

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( OUT OF CHARACTER )
Name: Rachel
Age: 21
Roleplaying experience: Charing Cross, The City Lights
Email or AIM: stargirlrpg@gmail.com AIM: starfireone3

( IN CHARACTER )
Name: Andre Damien Dubois
Nickname: Calo (given to him by an old friend to tease him about his looks, it means beautiful)
Age: 19
Stage name: Ariel/Armand (depending on whether or not he’s performing androgynously or not, something he found he could pull off quite well with the right make-up)
Job: Burlesque MC/Male Burlesque Dancer
Played by: Aaron Tveit Link One Link Two Link Three And for a laugh
Species: Human, Empath

Personality: He’s quite self-centered, or he at least likes to act like it. It’s a result of being allowed to run unfettered when it comes to his drive, his ambition, and his art, as a youth. Just a year ago, if you got in his way, he’d take you down. Now, if isn’t at least comfortable with where he is in life career wise, he’s at least resigned to it. Emotionally, he’s happier than he’s been in a long time. He’s been taken down a peg in life but he’s still hard headed and stubborn and larger than life. Even though he no longer has access to the funds that he once did he still likes to spoil his friends, whom he cares about with all of his heart.

He’s loud and confident (at least on the outside) and doesn’t hide who he is or who he was (except for the Daniel bits, that you'll have to drag out of him). If you know him, you know how passionate he is, you know he’s bi, and you know to never interrupt him when he’s rehearsing.

On the inside, his emotions are still roiling in the aftermath of what he ran away from. He’s more sensitive than he’d like people to think, more insecure. He grew up in theater and as such tends to be physically familiar with his friends and acquaintances, the only time he wont reach and hug or touch is when he actually needs it.

He doesn’t drink, he doesn’t smoke, and he doesn’t do drugs. His body is his bread winner and he’s not going to mess it up. His wild side works its way out sexually (it's perfectly good exercise after all).

History: Andre's parents are French and French is his first language and when he lived with his parents he visited there every couple of holidays. Other than that he doesn’t know much about the country and doesn’t much care. His father’s work (Risk Assessment for a company that invests in pharmaceuticals) moved them to the States before he was born and he pretty much zones his parents out whenever they talk about “home”; When visiting in France, he and his parents would stay his mother's family estate. When he was actually in France visiting all those many cousins of his, he was usually plugged into his music and if not singing out loud then singing in his head. If it wasn’t about his art, if it wasn’t handsome, if it wasn’t cute, if it wasn’t hot, if it wasn’t edible (he might not care about France but he loves French food), then he didn’t care. For some reason his French relatives find this aspect of his personality amusing.

Andre was a bright student but he didn’t care about the work. He didn’t do his homework and if he could get away with it, he’d goof off during class. His parents, hoping that an extracurricular would be a way to get him to release the extra energy so he could focus in class, talked him into joining the school play when he was eight. He loved it. He convinced his parents to let him audition for the local community theater’s production of The Music Man and not only did he prove that he could sing but he landed the role of Winthrop. Andre didn’t stand chance. He’d been bitten by the bug. All of a sudden theater was all that he could talk about. His parents at first were shocked and a bit flabbergasted but they were also glad: if he wasn’t applying himself to school work then at least he was applying himself to something.

His parents enrolled him in voice, dance, and acting lessons. Andre took to all of them like a duck to water. He was twelve when he first brought up the idea of a performing arts school. His parents, didn’t really understand the concept, and even though he wasn’t applying himself in school they didn’t want his academics to suffer even more so they said no. When he was thirteen he made a deal. He would get his grades up and his parents would let him go to a PA. That year he got straight A’s, and the next year he transferred to a performing arts school. He thrived. He was competitive and charismatic and dedicated. He molded himself into everything he thought he needed to be to make it in his chosen field. He could be quite fierce in single-mindedness and is extremely hard on what he perceives to be his failures (everything from not learning a dance step quickly enough to not getting the part he wanted). It is because of his desperate need for perfection that he started a flirtation with bulimia (not that he would call it such) and he does the three day fasts that were so popular among dance students about once a month.

It was under all of this stress that Andre first started really feeling the emotions of the people around him. The high walls that he had built up out of narcissism cracking. He hated it, and did his best to block it all out, but he found himself sliding himself not only into the mold of what he wanted to be but what everyone else thought he should be. This was particularly true when it came to Daniel, a charismatic family friend four years his senior. He and Daniel were never close until the football player broke his ankle and was put in dance classes (once the ankle was well enough to walk on) in order to improve his dexterity and footwork. Andre was the teacher’s assistant in the beginners class that Daniel was put in. Andre had a raging crush and was ecstatic when Daniel seemed to show an interest in him as well. Andre was fourteen when he and Daniel started dating. His parents didn’t worry about the age difference because they knew Daniel, knew his parents, knew he had been “raised right”. Unfortunately, Daniel was a very different person in private than he was in public. Andre found himself in an emotionally (and sexually) abusive relationship with no visible way out. Even the emotions that he felt rolling off of Daniel when things were heated and Andre couldn’t keep his walls up were part of the cycle.

When Andre was seventeen, his father died of a heart attack, and his mother fell into depression. When Andre was eighteen and legally an adult his mother left, returning to France to be with her family for mental health reasons. Andre was supposed to be going off to college that fall, NYU’s CAP program, but Daniel kept him from going. Over that year Daniel's abuse became more physical. When he turned nineteen, Andre made a decision that he couldn’t live the way he was anymore packed what he could into a backpack and left. He didn’t know where he was going or what he’d do, but somehow he found the Dark Carnival and he hopes beyond all hope that he’s found a place to call home.

Roleplaying sample: Something had been wrong with Nova ever since he'd gotten back from community service. Andre had asked about it and Nova had, as he was wont to do, brushed it off. So they'd taken Sav down to the river where he could run around and Nova had really only been half aware of what was going on leaving Andre to do most of the ball throwing for fetch with the overgrown pup. Andre hadn't actually been very surprised when Savvas had splashed down into the river. The dog loved water (but not soap) and it was a hot summer day and Savvas had been eying the river for awhile. When he'd finally deigned to come out of the river he'd flung the foul water every which way as he shook out his coat, making his fur stand up in spikes all over. Still though the dog was wet and there was no way that Nova was letting that dog get inside of his precious impala like that. So they all sort of lounged about waiting for Savvas dry.

It was when Savvas was finally dry that things had started to get really weird. Nova asked Andre to drive. Andre was stunned for a moment, he knew things were bad with him, he could feel things were bad even if Nova wasn’t saying anything. Still he didn't think that he had heard Nova correctly and then he saw the way Nova was looking at him expectantly and Andre realized that he wasn't hearing things and that Nova had actually asked him to drive the impala. Lack of sleep and dead on his feet or not this wasn't normal Nova behavior. "Um, yeah, sure, I'll drive." It wasn't that Andre didn't want to drive or that he didn't like the impala (quite the opposite in fact; it was a very nice car) but the situation was just odd. Nova didn't willingly not drive his car.

As they drove Andre kept on eye on the road and one Nova. It didn't look like he was getting any better to Andre. "If you're this tired maybe you should take a nap when we get back." Andre suggested. He thought that maybe Nova could sleep off whatever was wrong with him. At the very least Nova should do some sort of resting but Andre knew that Nova being Nova his suggestion would likely be brushed off so he didn't say anymore. He glanced in the rear view mirror at the dog in the back and rolled down his window some more; the dog did stink. They were going to have to wash Savvas when they got back and it wasn't any secret that the dog wasn't a fan a soap. Andre really hoped the dog would co-operate, if only for Nova's sake.