Post by DEUDONNE FAY GAUTREAUX on Apr 8, 2012 17:23:42 GMT -5
[classy=apptite]DEUDONNE FAY GAUTREAUX
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Bordeaux! Look who's it is! It's Deudonne Fay Gautraux! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Deu? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on November twelfth, and grew up to be a hefty 5'11". You can always tell it's deu because of their sandy blond hair, brown eyes and faux hawk, perpetual frown and the freckles that litter his body. Not to mention they've gotten themselves two tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like sophus ritto? I personally don't see it though ....
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His name is Deudonne Fay Gautreaux but most of his friends know him by Deu or Warumono, a name rooted to his earlier years of obsession with the Japanese culture. He had been rabid, he can admit that to himself, but if anyone opens that particular closet it will be met with his fists and one very red and embarrassed Deudonne. He would have changed his online name had it not been that he fear the friends he have made would fail to recognise him under any other name, they after all have never met him and beyond that one chat name they know nothing but made up facts and a past that had never existed. A past he has at times contradicted out of haste or forgetfulness. He is certain at least some knew he has been lying the entire time, but then he is equally as sure he is not the only one. At an age of seventeen he had consulted four psychologists for his unprovoked violence towards his classmates. Unprovoked they said, this was why he hated the school so damn much, they took one side of the story and tuned out the other just because he was the kid who smoked on the roof and fucked in the gym shower. So he was rebellious and rude and arrogant, that didn’t mean he always was the one who threw the punches first, alright maybe he was but they had been mouthing off against him first. At least now their jaws were too bruised to open wider than to get a straw past their lips.
It wasn’t like it was on purpose, he never initialled the hook-ups with the girls (and the occasional gay guy) in school, they came to him when that popular guy/girl they liked didn‘t want them. So why was it that he was the one labelled the school slut? Because going by the sheer amount of people he had been with no one would believe he actually didn’t care for sex at all. Why had he become the go-to person when in need for a good lay anyway? He had been that awkward weeaboo boy that doodled on his notebooks while listening to Dir en grey or some other Japanese band he outgrew soon enough, the kid who played hentai games on the school computer and had posters of all his favourite band members plastered over the walls of his room, whom drove his mother crazy with all the concerts he went to and all the CD’s he bought.
When he eventually outgrew Japan and its many eccentric points he entered a phase of denial and reject, one he still finds himself in: he does not fancy anything Japanese, the band stuff he owned have been stuffed into a box dusting down in the closet at his room and he will never, ever talk about manga or anime again. That is what he swore, but he did not manage to wean himself of the Japanese entirely and still has an considerable collection of video games in Japanese out in the open, because yes, he was that bad a fan he taught himself how to read and speak it (with the help of Japanese online friends.)
He was seven when his powers first showed themselves and it had been little more than by accident. He had been watching his favourite TV show when the lights in the vicinity had gone off and consequently the TV went dark as well. A moment of silence fell up on the house and his mother, worried as this was the first light out he had experienced, moved down from the second floor to the living room only to find her son curled up in the couch watching the TV that for some reason, despite the lack of electricity, was on and bolting his favourite cartoon like it was battery driven or something of the sort. He was a technopath; he could communicate, control and manipulate technology to follow his will, at least certain pieces of technology and only to a certain degree.
Never having been the most expressive of individuals Deudonne took the emerging of his powers without a bigger fuss. At first he even thought everyone could do the same, that was how naturally his powers came to him, and when proven otherwise he felt kinda special and different, better than the others in a way. And as he grew up his powers was put to better use speeding up the internet connection, making the internet search up things he otherwise might not have found, pirate downloading things once deleted, cheating on games by making the game consol grind levels for him and the like. The invitation to attend a ‘prestigious school’ however was one he took with a grain of salt: why would a prestigious school want a student that spent more time sleeping than he did paying attention? His mother on the other hand, ever gullible, bought the bait with line, hook and sinker. Think, her son on a prestigious school together with other gifted youths!
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Converted Weeaboo at twelve, credit to an online friend who introduced him to the band Dir en Grey, after that he was manically obsessed for three years before he had a moment of enlightenment (or so he says) and decided he hated it. To date he still cannot talk about the Japanese culture without getting annoyed and embarrassed about his earlier years. His online name Warumono roots from this period.
Hates his freckles, hates the way they blossom everywhere during the summer and remains on his face only during the winter. When he feels vain about it he will use a concealer to mask them, but more often than not he cannot be bothered.
Does in most situations seem like he couldn’t give a fuck if he wanted to. Has a perpetual frown on his lips and an emotionless glance in his eyes on default. Is not actually half as detached and disinterested as he seems, his face is just naturally like that.
Super allergic to cats and rodents as a result hates them as well.
Contradicts himself more than he makes sense.
Cannot swim. No seriously, he always shied away from the pools and large bodies of water and as such never learned how to swim. His fear for water is gone but his stubborn pride refuses to acknowledge the fact he is probably the only person in class that needs floaties to stay afloat in water, thus he refuses to go to the pool or the beach for other reasons than getting tan or beach parties. [/classy]
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