| Full Name: | *decides, for once, to let you off without a horrifically long explanation* Guillaume Colteaux. Paris is much easiah ta pronounce, so ya can go 'head an' call me dat. *nods and shrugs* |
| Age: | *proudly* 18 yeahs old. |
| Appearance: | *shrugs* I dunno? You got eyes. Er...maybe ya don't. *examines you closely* But I do, an' dey're blue. Got brown hair, an' I'm on da shortah side. I'd say 'bout five feet an' seven inches. *whistles through his teeth and rocks on the balls of his feet* Dat all? *is average build, dressed none-too-neatly, and otherwise fairly uninteresting* |
| Background: | *with complete disregard to his earlier mention of his mother* I could be from da moon an' I wouldn't know it. *shakes his head* I grew up in an orphanage, if ya could call it growin' up. *holds his hand up to indicate his rather unimpressive height* Wasn't too bad. I turned out great, anyway. *smug smirk* Anyway, I been sellin' papahs since I was 'bout 12, so dat's a good chunk of my life. *laughs* Sorry I don't got nothin' bettah ta add. *shrugs* I ain't a real interestin' guy. *has some wild stories to tell, but figures they shouldn't be brought up in polite company* |
| Relationships: | *gestures vaguely* Everyone who's been stickin' around. I can't say I really know any of da new kids, but I'm shoah dey're nice. *quirks his lip as if this is unlikely to be true* *and seems to be permanently single, much to his dismay* |
| Other notes: | *grins* See ya. *gives you a wave and heads in the other direction* *isn't terribly smart and doesn't have a passion for reading or anything else of value, but is always up for a dare and a good time and loves to be with large groups of people* |
