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godess_of_fire_and_passion@yahoo.com
*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:
*smirks, but then allows a sort of smile sneak into its place* *speaks proudly with a very prominent British accent* It’s Anthony Christopher James Carlson the fourth. *laughs a bit* *has always been amused by the extravagance of his name* Just call me Anthony, though. I’d imagine it would be annoying to have to say the whole thing and I know it’s annoying to have to hear it.
*scribbles it down on the paper* Next.. um, do you have a nickname? And if you do, how'd you get it?:
*shrugs a little* Like I said, call me Anthony. I mean, with a name like mine, it is a nickname. *laughs* And besides it worked for my father, and his father, and so on and so forth. *pauses, smirking again* I’m not entirely sure if that gives it any credentials though, if you know what I mean.
*nods a bit* When's your birthday and how old are you and all?:
I turned nineteen on the twelfth of July this year. *rests his chin on his hand, looking somewhat thoughtful* I am awfully glad I had that birthday over here and not there for the most part.
*smirks a little* Next is looks so.. tell me what you look like, all right? *rolls his eyes* Humor me...:
Uh, sure. *sarcastically* I simply adore talking about myself. *smirks teasingly after saying this, as if challenging some sort of mention about his arrogance* I'm short for my age, *around 5'6"* and that annoys me to no end, especially when someone *thinks to himself, ‘like stupid tall guy Tracker’* mentions it too me. *runs a hand through his hair with an intentional dramatic flourish* I have sandy blonde hair, or at least that’s what they call it and brown eyes *chocolate brown* covered with these bloody glasses, which of course are quite annoying, but necessary for sight. *carries himself in a very proud way, almost arrogantly* *likes to think that he looks more like his mother than his father, but with that arrogant air it’s the opposite*
Hmm.. *writes down some of that then looks back up* What kind of person are you? What's your personality like and all that?:
*laughs in a loud, resonate voice* I have absolutely no idea except that Cyn says I don't have a shy bone in my body. *that statement, however, is quite untrue* *despite the well performed façade, he is actually quite insecure* *doesn’t like to discuss emotions or be close to anyone for fear of loss* *uses sarcasm and a dry, bitter wit to disguise this* *also acts both arrogant and angry for the same reasons* *is outgoing, happy and somewhat sweet with people that he trusts, but these such people are few and far between*
*raises an eyebrow then grins* If you say so. *teasing, of course* Okay, so do you have any friends around here?:
Most of my friends live in England, like Rachael and Kristine *well, not Kristine, but doesn’t know that*, other than that, Cyn's my dearest friend. You lot call her Morning. *is very protective of Morning* *would do anything for her* and also my cousin Ophelia Blanchard. *thinks a moment about who else to mention among his friends* *says each name slowly as if not certain about any of them* Siren, Tracker, *pauses* *says the final name with much more confidence* and Jump.
*nods some and taps the pen on the paper* And, uh, you got anyone special in your life right now? *grins* You know what I mean.:
*smiles brightly, but adverts his tell-all eyes to the floor* Not currently. *has certain feelings for Jumper, but is never quite sure how to act on them* *was positively thrilled when he found out that she fancied him as well, but as there are some unresolved issues in his past the two of them decided to keep it private*
So, you got any family? *scratches his head with the end of the pen* Mother, father.. sisters or brothers? Anything like that?:
*keeps his eyes fixed on the floor* I have two very nice cousins, Rachael and Ophelia, as for others *pauses* they’re there, but I like to pretend that they’re not. *his mother died when he was very young* *his father is quite a prat and managed to estrange him by pressuring him into a sort of “British title seeking American money” marriage contract* *also has a stepmother, who despises him*
*sighs, looking at the next question* Now you don't gotta say, but it'd be nice if you at least gave me something to write down... how'd you come to live at this fine place? *small smile*:
*laughs deeply again* Where do you want me to begin? *shakes his head* *is going to tell the not so complex version, of course* I used to live in Rochester, England, but my dad has strange ideas about love and marriage, so I decided to give up all that fancy nobility stuff and come here. *shakes his head disapprovingly* Am I an idiot or what? *like his close friend Morning, he’s nobility: a viscount, heir to his father’s earldom, but also like his close friend Morning, he doesn’t talk about it* *was betrothed to Margarite Livingston, quite against his will, but would have eventually gone through with the wedding if there hadn’t been several attempts on his life* *calling off the wedding didn’t put an end to his issues with his father or stepmother, however* *left England thanks to the accumulation of these things and a plea from Morning*
*nods and scans over the application* I think that's it... anything else you wanna add?:
*sighs, leaning back in his chair a bit* I don’t think there’s anything else that needs to be said, except *pauses* well, not that you really care or anything, but the fewer people who know I’m here the better. *doesn’t particularly want to be found by the people who tried to have him killed or his family* *is a little bit more musically inclined than he lets on* *sings, but for positively no one, unless drunk* *can usually be counted on to have a pot of tea made, or figure out if someone else has*
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