We were just practicing biting and clawing

[professorberlioz]

Anyone caught your eye?

“Oh, I don’t know. I tend to keep to myself. I ran into this girl at the cafe I go to a few times and she’s pretty cute but I don’t know anything past her name. She might be seeing someone else for all I know.”

@xx-honeeylemonn

[professorberlioz]

{toulouse}

The roaring from his motorbike was probably giving away his presence as he pulled into the driveway outside his brothers place. He hadn’t seen him in a while, and frankly he was getting a little worried about him. “Berlioz!?” He called out in a singsong voice as he dismounted his Harley Davidson bike, turning his body towards the door and ringing the doorbell. He waited for a moment, perhaps only like a few seconds, before he repeatedly pushed the doorbell. Admittedly, Toulouse wasn’t even sure if his brother was home, but not seeing him on campus or in his office had him thinking this would be his best bet. @professorberlioz​

Berlioz had dozed off on his couch. It had turned into a fairly long nap. A few hours at the least. It was a much deserved nap. He’d been working extra with students that had been taking summer classes. The roaring of the motorbike hadn’t woken him up but the repeating ring of his doorbell did. He groaned softly and sat up. “Who in the hell...” he murmured as he got up and walked to the door. When he opened it up and saw his brother he smiled. “Hi. What brings you over?” he asked, stepping aside to let him in.

[professorberlioz]

{conrad}

maybe conrad wasn’t clear on his order now that he thought back to it, but as he stood there at the pick up area in the cafe he was sure he didn’t order a coffee with two creams and four sugars. he was pretty sure he ordered a spiced cappuccino with extra cinnamon. although, he was a bit too nervous to say anything to the barista as he held the drink in his hands and inspected the markings on the cup that showed it obviously wasn’t his drink. he wasn’t going to drink it until this was sorted out and it wasn’t until someone elses name was called out—with his exact order—that he felt his heart race and he turned to face them, “hey, uh, i think our drinks were mixed up, sorry.” it wasn’t like he was the one who should be apologizing, but still, he felt bad.

@professorberlioz​

Berlioz went to the same cafe every single day. It was nearby home and the college campus he worked at. They had great brews and even better sandwiches. Why would he go anywhere else? He knew the staff like they were family and he probably single-handedly funded the cafe with how often he went. He even went when he was sick to get tea! He’d noticed a new girl working there. And when she poorly mispronounced his name he knew he was in for a real treat. Berlioz’s brow furrowed when he realized his order was incorrect. He was just going to put up with it seeing how busy but fate seemed to be on his side. Cinnamon did not belong in coffee, according to Berlioz. “I think so! No need to apologize. Things like this happen and it wasn’t your fault.” He offers the other man a smile and holds out the cup for him. “I didn’t even drink out of it. I promise.”

[professorberlioz]

the princess and the frog / the jungle book

The Princess and the Frog - Would your muse accept someone else’s help in fulfilling their dreams, or would they want to earn it for themself?

It depends on the help being offered. If everything is being done for him and he didn’t really get to do much then no but he wouldn’t deny help if some was offered.

The Jungle Book - Is your muse happy living off of the bare necessities, or do they need more in life?

He probably could live off of them but he wouldn’t be happy. He was coddled growing up so he’s used to living comfortable.

[professorberlioz]

The Little Mermaid - Would your muse change themself for love, or would they wait to find someone who loves them for who they are?

Berlioz wouldn’t change themselves per say but would try and up his game and show off a bit to impress someone in the beginning. When it came to love though he wouldn’t completely change himself for one to love him. He wants someone to love him for him. The real Berlioz.

[professorberlioz]

{honey}

Honey had her head in a notebook doing a few calculations. The girls head truly could get lost in the clouds when she felt close to a new discovery. The tap made her jump, turning with wide eyes as she pushed her glasses up a little. “Oh! Berlioz. Hello.” Laughing she nodded a little. “I am very happy we’re not literally running into one another, but happy to see you again.Getting your lunch?” She asked with a soft smile.

Berlioz smiled and put a hand up to wave at her. “That’s me. Hello, Honey,” he said. Out of habit he pushed his own glasses up. “Me too. At least running into each other led to recognizing a friendly face.” He shook his head. “Not today. Ate lunch earlier and just got done with work for the day so I’m grabbing a coffee.”

[professorberlioz]

@xx-honeeylemonn​

Berlioz had just finished classes for the day. He didn’t mind teaching summer classes. He’d rather do that than be off for the summer. He grew bored easily. After packing up his things he made his way to his favorite cafe just around the corner from the college. He walked in and got in line when he noticed a familiar face. He smiled and tapped her shoulder. “Funny running into you again here. This time we’re not colliding into each other though.”

[professorberlioz]

@karmiirus​

Berlioz was always willing to help a student in need. Even if that student wasn’t in their class. It didn’t even need to be music related! He would always do his best. He tried to be one of the professors at the college that everyone knew they could go to for help. In this case it was music related. Berlioz knew how to play an assortment of instruments. The common ones like guitar, piano, violin, etc... And even those that weren’t so common like the harp. He even knew how to play some that were common in other cultures! In the short time he’d been alive he’d devoted most of it to learning music. Even though he knew so much already he was always learning more. He wanted to share his knowledge though. That’s why he became a teacher. 

When the student he was meeting that afternoon came into his classroom he was strumming on his guitar-- the instrument they were meant to practice that day. Berlioz didn’t stop playing but looked up and smiled at the girl. “Karmi, right?” He stopped playing and gestured to the chair in front of him. “Please, sit.”

[professorberlioz]

@lilmissgidget​

Berlioz was sitting in a cafe, grading some papers, and enjoying a coffee and pastry. He’d gotten through most of them already but it seemed like his work was never done. He tried to keep up with grading in a timely fashion but he often slipped behind. He set his pen down and pushed his glasses up so he could rub his eyes. When they fell back into place he noticed a familiar girl sat at the table across from him. “Arabella, right?” he asked. “You’re friends with my sister. Marie.”

[professorberlioz]

@missprouds​

“Your marks in class have been very good. They always are though,” Berlioz says as he approaches the desk Penny is sat at. He pulled up a chair and sat down. He adjusts his glasses and sets down some papers of hers that he had recently graded. Berlioz was always happy to sit down with his students for one-on-one teaching or if they just needed to chat. He made extra time out of his day to be available for it even if it meant skipping his lunch break or staying later in the day. Penny was one of his brightest students and he admired her ambition. “What did you want to work on today, Penny?”

[coronaislandhq]

|| Get to know BERLIOZ CHAT who’s TWENTY-EIGHT years old and works as a MUSIC THEORY PROFESSOR in town. He is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for LOGAN LERMAN while others say he reminds them of BERLIOZ from THE ARISTOCATS. ||

Take a peek at his story:

Being the most soft spoken of the triplets, Berlioz was always seen as more of the ‘baby’ of the family; always feeling like the most protected or coddled. Unlike his other two siblings, the boy always shied away from the limelight that came with living a high profile lifestyle, and he at times found himself wondering if there was something wrong with him because of it. He always…stuck out from the rest of the family, or at least that’s how it felt. He wasn’t as bubbly or caring as his mom, or adventurous and daring like Toulouse or bold and confident like Marie, he was just…Berlioz. And to him that never really meant much until he found his passion and love for playing the piano. It was like a whole new world had opened up for him. Something that was his and his alone. His personal creative outlet. It calmed him, it was like an escape from all his nerves and doubts, and slowly, the boy found his own silent confidence.

Now that he’s older, Berlioz has come into his own, teaching Music Theory at the college and loving every second of it. If he can help his students find their own peace with music than really that’s all the boy could ask for; giving back to others what music brought to him. He’s still the quietest of the triplets (with how strong the other two personalities are) but he’s also an absolute sweetheart with a bit of a playful sarcastic streak every now and then if he’s comfortable enough around you; he takes pride in what he has and wouldn’t change it for the world

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