Post by insolitoro on Jan 1, 2010 13:15:06 GMT -5
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Fanatical Faux-pas
Childhood has an expiration date.
SCREEN NAME: Helena Beaumanoir
AGE: Sixteen
EXPERIENCE: Five years or so; somewhat more, perhaps.
NOTES:
Oh, Fanatical. You adorable thing you. You're perfect--you make everyone think you're sweet and innocent, who would never harm a fly, then BAM, the mask starts to come off, revealing what a poor, twisted creature you are. You heighten the sense of creepiness and fear, and yet manage to avoid being over-the-top. Your back-story just about breaks my heart, on top of it, and even though I'm putting you through hell, you're a great kid.
CURRENT CHARACTERS: Fanatical Faux-pas
DISCOVERY:
During an affair of aimless browsing
FACE CLAIM: Gilbert Nightray [Pandora Hearts]
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury:
Exhibit number one.
NAME: Fontaine (Kiki) Franguan
ALIAS: Fanatical Faux-pas [F]
SEX: Male
AGE: 16
NATIONALITY: French
SEXUALITY: Bi-curious
SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS: None
BIRTHDAY: 10th of October, 1985
PERSONALITY
Fanatical is as cuddly as a missile. You never know when he'll blow up on you. Fanatical doesn't throw punches, but his verbal lashes are enough to inflict pain, depending on whom he's degrading. Fanatical doesn't trust people, he hasn't trusted anyone for the past eight years, and anyone he spends time with is going to get insulted like everyone else.
On the surface, Fanatical is amiable though he's perpetually displeased with the world. For anyone Fanatical meets, he makes it his objective to worm his way under their skin, make them as fragile as possible before sending them off with a smile. He'll befriend someone and belittle them in the same breath, never being direct with his insults as he coats them with sugary concerns and comments.
Whenever he's been cut deep Fanatical swallows his tears and holds back his glares, brushing it off and acting just as friendly to the offender, his words pleasant but the implications downright venomous.
Failure is what frightens him the most. What Fanatical really wants to do (and rather enjoys doing) is to break people, to bring them down before they bring him down. Though self-defence is his primary motive, Fanatical has a sadist streak, his ill intentions hidden under the pretence of 'friendship'. Fanatical doesn't have friends, he's no one's friend, but that doesn't mean he can't play with his toys before breaking them.
When alone, Fanatical's favourite and most common activity is to curl up with a book on any subject and devote his time to understanding its every element, especially if it's something higher than his level or that the other orphans are reading.
APPEARANCE
HEIGHT: 5 feet 3 inches.
WEIGHT: 106 lbs
HAIR: Black, curly, almost shoulder-length
EYES: Prussian blue
DRESS:
His usual attire is a pair of slim, black jeans and a cotton black-and-white striped, off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved shirt. His shirt also has two visible, thin black straps worn on the shoulders, purely for aesthetic appeal. He usually goes barefoot, and when he doesn't (is forced to) he wears beaten, black sneakers.
HISTORY
Fanatical was born (and nearly killed) in France. His wealthy, widowed mother had no idea how to care for an infant and likely had no desire to; she was quickly caught by one of her servants trying to drown the newborn in a fountain. Fanatical's mother fled the scene, leaving her son in the care of the elderly servant.
Fanatical lived in mild comfort with the elderly woman for the next couple years, until she died of natural causes on Fanatical's eighth birthday. Fanatical took one look at the ex-servant's body, packed some supplies, and left. He never called the police, just left her where she was, and never returned there again.
Fanatical spent exactly six days living off the street before he ran out of clean water to drink. He had eaten the last of his food as well and a storm was approaching. Even though he was in bad shape, Fanatical instinctually hid when he saw a police officer coming. The man first overlooked the boy in soggy, black rags as part of the shadows, but when he discovered the child, he was quick to ask him about his parents. Fanatical replied that they had recently died, not saying a word about the old woman.
When it became obvious that the boy was homeless, the police officer took Fanatical to an orphanage, his home for the next eight years. There, Fanatical was treated roughly for his high test scores (the highest out of everyone's, in fact) and his feminine appearance. During his time at the orphanage, Fanatical kept his spirits up by reminding himself that he was far more intelligent than any of the children there, and tried not to fall into despair when bullied.
It was shortly after Fanatical turned ten when he was given an ambush quite unlike the ordinary scuffles. Some of the more larger and stronger boys of the orphanage bound Fanatical and dunked him into a barrel of rainwater until he nearly drowned, shoving him headfirst into it as he flailed and frantically knocked the barrel over, draining it and saving his own life.
Fanatical discovered his aquaphobia that day. From then on he avoided all puddles, baths, sinks, drinking fountains, anything that could splash him with water or that he could be pushed into. And since then, Fanatical shed his quiet, enclosed nature, halting his use as the resident doormat, and became an unsettling child.
Fanatical worked harder than ever on his tests and classes, spending days at a time in the library, studying as if it would save his own soul. Though he was the best before, now Fanatical was prodigal, surpassing the intelligence of even the teachers. Fanatical wanted to be the absolute best out of everyone, so no one could take away the one thing he had going for him, so everyone would see what he had had all along, and wouldn't dare harm him again.
It worked. Fanatical was left alone. He had no bullies, no friends (as usual), and no parents tried to adopt him because of his unwelcome and disrespectfully aloof attitude. Fanatical abandoned his black shirts with short sleeves for black-and-white ones with sleeves that covered his arms, with a daring peek of his shoulders that made it a nonsensical contrast. But Fanatical didn't care; it was comfortable and different; it was like a warning to leave him alone.
Fanatical also began mingling among the children. He acted friendly, though he was plenty aware they were intimidated by him. He talked to them, invited some to his room to study together (many readily agreed; their grades were pitiful compared to Fanatical's), and then always turned it around on them by sweetly criticizing them and their every attempt to match his intellect, blowing their self-confident to bits. And everyone tried to equal up to him, of course.
Soon enough, The orphanage staff had had enough of the boy, who didn't sleep at nights and during the day, taunted the children and left them spooked and more competitive than ever. Fights broke out, clumsy cheaters were caught daily, reports were forged. Fanatical had caused so much rivalry among the orphans that the teachers were being questioned about the level of the taught curriculum, that it was either too low or too high. Fanatical, whether he was spending his usual alone time casually studying or falsely befriending a child, brought trouble to the orphanage.
After passing the test at age 16, Fanatical had a new name and a superiority complex he was quickly shocked out of.
Not only were there children just as intelligent as him, there were orphans far more intelligent than him as well! Fanatical came to grips that he wouldn't last long if he retained his superior attitude without putting in any effort, so it was back to the grindstone for him. He frantically toiled like he had at the orphanage for few months, but it soon became clear he didn't have to kill himself studying in order to remain at the House. Fanatical was able to slightly relax, and instead took up the same pace as he had when he left the orphanage, if not a bit more strict.
Fanatical still wasn't at ease yet, though. Though he was quite intelligent, he wasn't nearly expert level yet, and that meant he could be targeted at any time, picked out as the weakest of the herd. Fanatical couldn't pull his usual tricks on the smarter orphans, but he wasn't going to give them the opportunity to underestimate him.
He would be the paramount. Only after everyone else failed would he be the best, and Fanatical set out to do exactly that, to break those lower than him and surpass those higher.
Though F was his letter, he wouldn't fail.
SKILLS
French first language, English second. Is an actor, or a liar, if you'd prefer, and a very good one at that.
HABIT/NEUROSIS
He has an OCD for tugging on loose strings, finding and pulling on the ones that hold the material together, then watching it fall apart. He became so obsessed that all his clothes at the orphanage had to have their buttons removed, as the threads kept unwinding. Aside from that, Fanatical suffers from aquaphobia and cannot go near anything like sinks, tubs, and drinking fountains. If he's so much as splashed by a puddle or sprayed with a squirt gun he'll begin to panic.
A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX THE SIZE OF A FLY, AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX THE SIZE OF THE SKY:
Fanatical retained his superiority complex for a time much longer than his newfound inferiority complex. Mainly, the former complex was present when he was surrounded by people dumber and more weak-willed than him. Upon his entrance to the orphanage, Fanatical's snobbish way of thinking was quickly knocked out of him once he realized he was surrounded by fellow geniuses. Now he's afraid of being a target, and victimizes anyone he meets to prevent himself from becoming one.
Eccentricities of fantasy.
SAMPLE
The House was full of opportunities, F felt. He was currently curled up on one of the chairs in the library, Nabokov's Lolita in his lap; he had seen one of the other orphans reading it the day before.
A faint smile on his lips, he scanned the page at a breakneck pace while Humbert's diary was found by Charlotte Haze. The woman soon threw herself in front of a passing automobile, no doubt unable to take the idea that her beloved husband was the sort of pervert who would lust after her daughter. F snorted, his smile growing in amusement.
The bitch, as Humbert put it, deserved it; if only because she had neglected her daughter and had hysterically forced herself onto her spouse. Though he knew Humbert would reach a similarly unfortunate fate; this was his third time reading it that day.
As the book came to a finish, F smiled of sugar and innocence: his usual fake smile that everyone saw. He closed the book, and slid from his chair.
Time to make a friend, he thought, and let his natural, dark smile show for a minute, before it was sweetness once again.
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