It’s an refreshing bite to let two souls soak in silence, but the hush is starting too rattle her bones. Nervousness clings to her skin, and anxiety for having a person nearby and not uttering an word—her mind starts to spin stories of thick hatred and she always pictures monsters in the shadows with claws reaching for her figure. It makes her feel blurry, as if she’s only an doll where an human should be. An nibble to her lip and concern paints her lips as if she’s not doing enough to be an fascinating creature. Her voice is shy of a mumble when she speaks, index finger hovering over his drawing.
”—What are you working on?”
[ some days her words just feel ugly ]
Toulouse was happy that someone finally didn't disturb him as he drew. The silence was refreshing to him since he was used to his brother and sister always causing a racket with their music. Most people always had to stop and ask about his drawing as if they knew him or as if they had to ask. He found it quite annoying since he just wanted to draw, not answer questions. As he charcoal it the paper once again, a pretty painted finger came into his view. Toulouse wanted to let out an annoyed groan but sucked in along with a deep breath. He looked over at the girl and sighed that breath out before speaking. A drawing.
Places lived since: Paris, France - New Orleans, Louisiana
Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations:
Duchess Prouvaire - Mother
Madame Bonfamille - Grandmother
Remy Prouvaire - Father (deceased)
Edgar Bonfamille - Uncle.
Number of siblings: 2
Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Toulouse isn't extremely close with his siblings in certain ways. His protective and loves them with all his heart but he finds that he cannot tell them certain things because he's afraid of what they'll think of him.
Happiest memory: Toulouse's happiest memory is when his mother got him his first set of finger paints. He spent the whole entire day with just paint on his hands, bothering his brother by hitting random keys and leaving a mess of paint on them.
Childhood trauma: Toulouse's childhood trauma is also his brother and sisters. Their Uncle tried to dispose of them so he could get the inheritance that they were going to get when their grandmother died. The events still haunt him to this day.
Children of his/her own?: -
If so, relationship with their mother/father?: -
Age he/she gave birth/became a father: -
PHYSICAL
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Muscular
Nationality: French
Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): -
Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Toulouse is literally covered with freckles, everything, all over his body.
Face shape: Oval with sharp features.
Distinguishing facial features: -
Hair color: Auburn
Usual hair style: -
Eye color: Green
Glasses? Contacts?: -
Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Toulouse's style is the first thing he picks up and smells good enough to wear.
Typical style of shoes: Black converse or sandals.
Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Since Toulouse works out a lot his health is usually very good.
Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): Toulouse may be lazy but he doesn't always skimp on cleanliness. He doesn't shower every day but he doesn't ever ever go a week without showering.
Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: -
Accent?: French.
Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Toulouse doesn't point at things directly, it's a European thing where pointing is deemed rude. So if you see Toulouse pointing obviously with his pointer finger, then he's mad.
Athletic?: As a younger kid, Toulouse never really liked sports. He thought they were a stupid waste of them because he'd rather be painting. As he got older, Marie got angry at him because she didn't want a chubby brother and made him start working out. Now whenever he can't paint or smoke, he'll just latch onto a door frame and do pull ups.
INTELLECT
Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): High School.
Level of self esteem: Toulouse doesn't have a problem with the way he looks or how his body is. In Europe body image isn't distorted as much as it is in America so he grew up around positive influences.
Gifts/talents: Toulouse is a gifted artist.
Shortcomings: After the accident with his Uncle, Toulouse has become more guarded with himself. He doesn't like to share secrets about himself with people he doesn't fully trust.
Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Toulouse's style of speech can change depending on who he is talking to. With Marie and Ber, his voice has more expression that it does with a person he has just met.
“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right Brain
Artistic?: Of course
Mathematical?: Not really.
Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Toulouse does mostly make decisions on emotion, that is what makes him so over protective.
Neuroses: Thinking about his sister having a boyfriend and thinking about his uncle.
Life philosophy: Just keep living.
Religious stance: Toulouse doesn't really believe in God.
Cautious or daring?: Cautious.
Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Most sensitive about his family, say anything bad about his family and he'll crack.
Optimist or pessimist?: Pessimist.
Extrovert or introvert?: Introvert.
Level of comfort with technology: No comfort at all.
RELATIONSHIPS
Current marital/relationship status: Single
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Past relationships: He hasn't really had any real relationships.
Primary reason for being broken up with: -
Primary reasons for breaking up with people: -
Level of sexual experience: Kissing.
Story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): Toulouse was twelve and was at a school dance which he hated but Marie dragged him to it. There was a girl he liked, she was way out of his league but for a twelve year old that hadn't gone through puberty, every girl was out of his league. Marie pushed Tou into her and instead of apologizing, he just blurted out that she was really pretty. She didn't laugh at him or reject him, she actually asked him if he wanted to dance. After the dance she pulled him from the dance floor and gave him a quick peck on the lips. They never talked again because as twelve year olds, they didn't really know what relationships were.
Story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): -
A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Toulouse is a mixture of a loner and a sociable person.
Most comfortable around (person): Berlioz
Oldest friend: Toulouse doesn't really have any old friends.
How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: That he's grumpy since that's what Marie tells him.
How do others actually perceive him/her?: He has no idea.
VOCATION
Profession: Artist
Past occupations: -
Passions: Art
Attitude towards current job: He loves it.
Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: He has none.
Salary: Ever heard of a starving artist?
SECRETS
(Every character—no matter how minor—should always have secrets!)
Phobias: His siblings dying.
Life goals: To get at least one of his paintings sold.
Dreams: To not let go of his art.
Greatest fears: His Uncle coming back for him.
Most ashamed of: not being able to really tell his siblings about his sexuality.
Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: -
Compulsions: Doodling.
Obsessions: Finger painting.
Secret hobbies: -
Secret skills: Toulouse knows how to do all the weird smoke inhale things that people always take videos but he never shows anyone.
Past sexual transgressions: -
Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): -
What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: His blocked mindset when it comes to art.
What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: He kinda doesn't like how his body is practically covered in freckles.
DETAILS/QUIRKS
Daily routine: He doesn't have a routine.
Night owl or early bird?: Night owl.
Light or heavy sleeper?: Light sleeper, he has nightmares a lot.
Favorite food: Pizza, its the cheapest food he can get without having to making it himself.
Least favorite food: Fish, all the fish. He hates it.
Favorite book: Edgar Allen Poe
Least favorite book: Great Expectations
Favorite movie: Star Wars
Least favorite movie: Sixteen Candles.
Favorite song: Papaoutai by Stromae
Least favorite song: Anaconda by NIkki Minaj
Coffee or tea?: Tea.
Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth.
Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): He doesn't really care.
Lefty or righty?: Righty.
Favorite color: Green.
Cusser?: Only when he's really angry.
Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: Toulouse smokes, but shh it's a secret.
Biggest regret: -
Pets?: Toulouse doesn't really like pets but that doesn't he doesn't like animals at all.
Emerald hues flicker towards the ink stained drawing, charcoal burning on the redhead males fingers. She’s got a cracked open notebook in her lap, words spilling out like carnage. The spine of the novel feels like a spiderweb underneath her fingertips, bruised and battered and shattered with distraught bumps and lines. An soft smile curves her lips, and she’s content in the silence of two souls keeping too themselves—English is an foreign thing to her tongue at times, preferring the hush.
Toulouse knew someone was sitting next to him, he could feel her presence but he was too focused on drawing to actually want to have a conversation with her. His fingers held onto the small piece of charcoal he'd stolen from the art room as he pushed it against the drawing using his free fingers to smudge the black pigment to add shading.
Emily wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them but she couldn’t. She found herself frozen in place, unable to step backwards or to lean forwards. Her words died on her tongue and her lips refused to let any words escape. The silence between them was starting to grow and she desperately wanted to be able to do something,but instead she found herself only able to gaze into Toulouse’s green eyes.
Toulouse had kissed girls before, not many girls but enough where he wasn't usually a nervous kisser but when he had kissed girl's in the past they didn't make him feel like Emily made him feel. They were both frozen, just staring into each others eyes as if the world around them didn't even exist. There was a silence as he finally realized that neither one of them was talking anymore. He was used to the silence unlike his siblings who were always listening to the latest pop music while he preferred the quiet of the art room so he could focus with the heavy bass messing with his flow. This silence was different, it was silent but also not. There was a voice in his head yelling at him, telling him to be a man and just lean in. Toulouse swallowed his pride as he thought for a moment if it was a good idea to do this, to just lean in and kiss Emily. What if she rejected him? What if she only saw him as a friend. He didn't know how this was going to end but something inside him kept edging him on to lean forward and just do it. Toulouse took in a deep breath, hoping that it would give him the courage he needed before he found himself slowly leaning forward. He didn't just fall forward into the kiss, he was much too nervous to be so sudden. He just let gravity do it's slow work, pushing him lower and closer since Emily was considerably shorter than him. Tou's eyelids instinctively fluttered closed before opening only halfway so he could see just in case because he didn't want to end up missing her lips and kissing her nose. His feet shuffled a bit closer helping him close the gap as their faces were now only an inch away. His hands hesitantly held onto the part of her hips where they curved out, the only place he felt was safe for him to touch without her permission. Emily's lips were slightly cold but it was to be expected since it wasn't exactly summer. They were soft, smooth and they felt amazing against the slightly rough unchapsticked lips Toulouse had. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like forever for him. He didn't want to overstay his welcome so as much as he wanted to keep kissing her, he pulled away slowly. Toulouse's green eyes opening to look upon Emily's beautifully porcelain face, making sure she was okay with everything that had happened.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized how close they’d gotten and she barely heard his stammered reply. Emily’s eyes flickered to his lips vaguely noticing how he was biting them. She could feel her own cheeks heat up, matching Toulouse’s intense blush. Okay..great. The words slipped past her lips without reason but she wasn’t sure what else to say in this moment. Emily couldn’t bring herself to move away from him or take back her hand from where it lay over his bicep.
Toulouse tried to swallow his pride and talk but found that his throat felt as if it had swelled just enough so he couldn't do what he needed. He saw Emily's eyes look down to his lips and couldn't help but return the gesture. His green orbs gazing down at her perfectly pouted lips that seemed the shine a little in the moon light. His blush intensified as he tore his gaze from her lips. The duo had gotten closer without even realizing it, only a foot or so of space between them. All one of them had to do was lean forward and the gap would be closed but Toulouse didn't have the courage to do that yet, no not at all. In fact he was so focused on Emily's eyes that he had forgotten her hand was on his bicep still, it was as if he gotten so used to the feeling that it just felt like a part of him, something that he didn't want to go.
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