Post by PERIDOT L. FAULKENER on Aug 9, 2012 20:16:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #bb6f51; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] peridot luke faulkener  Twenty-Nine || Doctor || N/A || James Marsden || Male nicknames: peri, periwinkle, pear, pear-bear, dot, dotty, dr. faulkener orientation: gay age/dob: twenty-nine, may eleventh. member group: doctor. personality: peridot prides himself on his sharp mind, and many would say he's got a silver tongue of sorts. while he can occasionally hit a little close to home, rarely does he mean anything as a biting remark, and generally can rouse a laugh out of his target more often than not. it's not all that common that peridot can be pushed to lose control of his emotions, and usually is able to either solve an issue then and there, or, if necessary, walk away until his thinking's clear again. he doesn't enjoy lashing out at others. peri's ability to see others' perspectives is very finely-tuned. unlike most of the world, he's aware that every butting of heads is the result of conflicting realities and strives to understand each kind. as such, his record with patient rehabilitation is something to write home about. peridot has a keen sense of minding his own business, though he knows how to manipulate enough for it to only appear that he's not prying. being able to relate and offer a friendly face is something peri strives for. there's never a shortage of ice-breakers that he can utilize, and he revels in his ability to lighten the mood fairly easily, even if he's already offended the intended party. brief history: peridot's upbringing was easily half of a whole. while he received near-limitless affection from his mother, his father's doting was, in a word, limited. daisy, having a very hands-on career, was called away from weeks and even months at a time to aid in an excavation, while bradley's job sang an opposite tune. being a banker, he worked long hours, but remained a geographically stationary figure. he believed in earning one's way without favouritism, though this mentality rose fairly quickly to "without guidance". suffice it to say, there were many long nights filled with shouting matches between the boy and his father, the issue being anything from peridot's future choices to his choice of significant other. for a conservative traditionalist, having his son come home with a variety of partners each week (of varying gender and age) came as a considerable blow to his pride. having given up on impressing the man, however, peridot became an expert on escapism of both the literal and metaphorical type. at the tender age of seventeen, however, tragedy struck the faulkener household. a freak accident at a job in the badlands resulted in the death of daisy. overcome with grief, the fights between peri and his father escalated indefinitely until spiteful words of blame were exchanged shortly before another of peridot's infamous runnings away from home. in an uncharacteristic display of anguish and lamentation, bradley, after seeking futile comfort from the bottle, took his own life, and was later discovered by the cleaning woman the next morning. being a minor and in no fit state to care for himself, peridot's maternal grandmother took him in and, while she had never been a prominent figure in his life before the death of his parents, he soon came to depend solely on her, a responsibility she gladly undertook. from the time that the elderly opal assumed custody of peri, his demeanour drastically changed. no longer was he the attention-starved youth doing anything to get a rise out of authority figures. instead he channeled his excitable personality into more productive hobbies, and soon grew into an empathetic and understanding man. while he still retained his bouncy and even child-like attitude towards most things, under her guidance peridot was taught buddhism (something he will testify does not constitute as a religion) and sheer understanding for the rest of the human race. roleplay sample: "honestly, you'd think as a professor, i wouldn't be required to wear robes," muttered basil, hands irritatingly skimming through countless attires, "i like my suit very much thank you!" he gave a grumble, hands retracting, only to be stuffed into his pockets. glancing down at himself, the professor inspected his appearance. true, he made a suit and tie really as unprofessional as possible while still seeming somewhat mature, but it was a suit and tie none the less. though he'd grown up in robes, supplied by his pure-blood relations, muggle clothing held a much higher appeal. basil simply preferred suits over robes, what was the problem? of course, as a teacher, he was now permitted to act as a good example, and follow suit in the dress code. he gave a small huff, lips pursing in an obviously perturbed way. converse sneakers squeaked loudly across the hard floor, which was promptly ignored by basil with nothing more than a polite, albeit cheeky smile directed towards the shopkeeper. with casual steps, he strode to the other side of the shop, peering at the assortment of robes dangling from numerous hangers. with a dramatic exhale, he yanked a dark pin striped robe, causing its wire support to swing wildly for a moment. pulling the clothing to his form, basil cocked his head thoughtfully to one side. in theory, it was a little more form fitting, though not inappropriately so. and the sleeves weren't so exaggerated, forming only a small bell bottom shape instead of the billowing ones so preferred by his soon-to-be coworkers. glancing at the price tag however, basil quickly placed the robe back. on a teacher's salary, something like that wasn't really cost-efficient. giving a slight sigh, the brunette turned on his foot, stalking over to another corner of the store, hands once again shoved deep into his pockets. cocorosie || eighteen || five years? 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