Post by Esmond Beaumont on Jan 14, 2007 23:15:00 GMT -5
Accepted! See PM.
-Frank Pratt
Name:(Nickname or first name)jenn
Other characters on the board: Miss Felicity Martin
Are you over 13?: (You MUST answer this)Yes
Name: Esmond Andre Beaumont
Age: 28
Gender:French
Birthday/Sign: March 12th 1969/ Pisces
Blood Type/Purity:Pure Blood
Appearance:
Esmond is a tall nearly black haired French man with dark stormy blue eyes, flecked with grey. His skin is a light creamy color which tans to a crisp brown in the summer. His frame is light and willowy, reaching a height of 5'8, with small muscles not visible underneath his clothes. He has a thin nearly there mustache that is kept neat and trimmed.
Personality: To those who do not know Esmond well he seems, quite and shy. True, He is a rather reserved person and tends to keep his emotions to himself but he has a soft sparkling sense of humor. He takes most insults as a joke and not at all to heart, or at least on the surface. He dose not share his feelings with many people but helps others with their own. He is very in tune with others emotions if not his own. He is compassionate and kind putting others before him self and with out knowing it allows people to walk over him, especially his father. He can be secretive and vague when explaining things. He is weak willed and easily influenced by others. If pushed to hard he will brake. If one were to ask him something and he said no they would only have to ask him two more times before he would brake and say yes.
History:Esmond was born to Chardonnay and Tristan Beaumont March 12th 1969 in France. He grew up as the oldest boy of five in a large estate out side of Paris. His parents were quite wealthy because of his grandfather’s chain of popular art stores throughout the French magical community. Tristan expanded his fathers work taking the store’s into a multinational corporation. He groomed his son Esmond to take over his position as head of the company.
It was hard growing up in the shadow of future expiations. Since before he could remember his father would clap him on the shoulder and say, ‘son this is all going to be your responability one day.’ Esmond was never given a chance to find his place in life, his parents made every decision for him and he followed along quietly fuming. He realized that it would be a pointless time consuming battle to fight angst his parents out right so he took to silent wars.
When he was eleven he began attending Beauxbotons Academy in France. He enjoyed school, his favorite subjects being Muggle Studies and Art. Esmond flourished in school, he was able to discover and nutured a talent in painting, which his father thought was not good enough for his son. He was semi popular due to his easy nature and willingness to help others with their problems. He had a wide range of friends from every social group but he was rarely close to one person. During the summer he would work in the local store and intern at headquarters. While attending his mother’s social functions. They are co owners of the minor quditich team The Flying Laurels with the Laurents, who are old family friends.
Esmond went to work full time in his fathers company after he graduated from Beauxabatons. He was 20 when he was promoted to assistant manager of the Paris Store. He was uncomfortable in the position, with his father forever breathing down his neck. After two years he settled in to his job, he wasn’t happy but comfortable. It was when he was 22 when he heard of the American project. He expressed an interest in opening a store in America and decided to confront his father about letting him run the American store. Esmond saw the American store as his way to get away from his parents. His mother had been trying to set him up with every available woman she saw suitable. He couldn’t believe that his mother had even entertained the idea of him marrying young Felicity Martin because she wanted a family relational tie in the Laurent family.
After a few debates Tristan decided to allow Esmond to take on the American project and after years of planning Esmond finally bought the land in Salem’s Peak for the store.
Likes: Painting and corny jokes.
Dislikes: Stiff necked shirts, the color white
Special Abilities: Oil painting, a paint brush in his hand is like a wand.
Wand:Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie, Ash 11 inches
Broom:A clean sweep although he hasn’t flown in years.
Pet: He has a black feathered owl named Merck
Position: Store manager
Years in profession: First year as head of the American Department. 8 years as assistant manger in France. He took his place in the family business when he was 18.
Experience: Working in his fathers companies.
If Store owner: Beaumont and co.
Store Name: Peinant Mystique
Products sold: Art supplies, Magical and famous Muggle Paintings.
Word Verification: **Edited out**
Writing marvel:
Esmond unlocked the door to the American Magical paintings, his store. It felt odd thinking that it was his store. His father and boss was thousands of miles away and he was here running his very own store... all by him self. It was scarey but refreshing to finally be away from his family.
He walked up and down the aisles in awe that it was all his. Well it was the company of course. He shook his head in wonderment as he took in the various displays and shelves. He had many things in place this morning. He fixed a stray brush here and there.
The day had been going smoothly for the most part. He sold two paintings of a slightly known artist in France by the name Sci. Riven. He had met the young artist once and was glad that the young woman’s work was being sold here. He was watching a pair of young boys closely when he heard a crash off to his left. A young woman had ignored the sign ‘call for assistance’ and had tried to bring down a paint kit from the top shelf. She had lost her balance and landed on the shelf knocking it over.
Esmond rushed over to the girl helping her up off the floor. He checked to make sure she wasn’t hurt before her surveyed the damages. He groaned at the sight. He had spent a lot of work putting up the shelf and now he had to put it back up right and line the shelves... again. He spoke much to soon about it being a good day. He pulled out his wand and set down to do the dirty work.
-Frank Pratt
Name:(Nickname or first name)jenn
Other characters on the board: Miss Felicity Martin
Are you over 13?: (You MUST answer this)Yes
Name: Esmond Andre Beaumont
Age: 28
Gender:French
Birthday/Sign: March 12th 1969/ Pisces
Blood Type/Purity:Pure Blood
Appearance:
Esmond is a tall nearly black haired French man with dark stormy blue eyes, flecked with grey. His skin is a light creamy color which tans to a crisp brown in the summer. His frame is light and willowy, reaching a height of 5'8, with small muscles not visible underneath his clothes. He has a thin nearly there mustache that is kept neat and trimmed.
Personality: To those who do not know Esmond well he seems, quite and shy. True, He is a rather reserved person and tends to keep his emotions to himself but he has a soft sparkling sense of humor. He takes most insults as a joke and not at all to heart, or at least on the surface. He dose not share his feelings with many people but helps others with their own. He is very in tune with others emotions if not his own. He is compassionate and kind putting others before him self and with out knowing it allows people to walk over him, especially his father. He can be secretive and vague when explaining things. He is weak willed and easily influenced by others. If pushed to hard he will brake. If one were to ask him something and he said no they would only have to ask him two more times before he would brake and say yes.
History:Esmond was born to Chardonnay and Tristan Beaumont March 12th 1969 in France. He grew up as the oldest boy of five in a large estate out side of Paris. His parents were quite wealthy because of his grandfather’s chain of popular art stores throughout the French magical community. Tristan expanded his fathers work taking the store’s into a multinational corporation. He groomed his son Esmond to take over his position as head of the company.
It was hard growing up in the shadow of future expiations. Since before he could remember his father would clap him on the shoulder and say, ‘son this is all going to be your responability one day.’ Esmond was never given a chance to find his place in life, his parents made every decision for him and he followed along quietly fuming. He realized that it would be a pointless time consuming battle to fight angst his parents out right so he took to silent wars.
When he was eleven he began attending Beauxbotons Academy in France. He enjoyed school, his favorite subjects being Muggle Studies and Art. Esmond flourished in school, he was able to discover and nutured a talent in painting, which his father thought was not good enough for his son. He was semi popular due to his easy nature and willingness to help others with their problems. He had a wide range of friends from every social group but he was rarely close to one person. During the summer he would work in the local store and intern at headquarters. While attending his mother’s social functions. They are co owners of the minor quditich team The Flying Laurels with the Laurents, who are old family friends.
Esmond went to work full time in his fathers company after he graduated from Beauxabatons. He was 20 when he was promoted to assistant manager of the Paris Store. He was uncomfortable in the position, with his father forever breathing down his neck. After two years he settled in to his job, he wasn’t happy but comfortable. It was when he was 22 when he heard of the American project. He expressed an interest in opening a store in America and decided to confront his father about letting him run the American store. Esmond saw the American store as his way to get away from his parents. His mother had been trying to set him up with every available woman she saw suitable. He couldn’t believe that his mother had even entertained the idea of him marrying young Felicity Martin because she wanted a family relational tie in the Laurent family.
After a few debates Tristan decided to allow Esmond to take on the American project and after years of planning Esmond finally bought the land in Salem’s Peak for the store.
Likes: Painting and corny jokes.
Dislikes: Stiff necked shirts, the color white
Special Abilities: Oil painting, a paint brush in his hand is like a wand.
Wand:Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie, Ash 11 inches
Broom:A clean sweep although he hasn’t flown in years.
Pet: He has a black feathered owl named Merck
Position: Store manager
Years in profession: First year as head of the American Department. 8 years as assistant manger in France. He took his place in the family business when he was 18.
Experience: Working in his fathers companies.
If Store owner: Beaumont and co.
Store Name: Peinant Mystique
Products sold: Art supplies, Magical and famous Muggle Paintings.
Word Verification: **Edited out**
Writing marvel:
Esmond unlocked the door to the American Magical paintings, his store. It felt odd thinking that it was his store. His father and boss was thousands of miles away and he was here running his very own store... all by him self. It was scarey but refreshing to finally be away from his family.
He walked up and down the aisles in awe that it was all his. Well it was the company of course. He shook his head in wonderment as he took in the various displays and shelves. He had many things in place this morning. He fixed a stray brush here and there.
The day had been going smoothly for the most part. He sold two paintings of a slightly known artist in France by the name Sci. Riven. He had met the young artist once and was glad that the young woman’s work was being sold here. He was watching a pair of young boys closely when he heard a crash off to his left. A young woman had ignored the sign ‘call for assistance’ and had tried to bring down a paint kit from the top shelf. She had lost her balance and landed on the shelf knocking it over.
Esmond rushed over to the girl helping her up off the floor. He checked to make sure she wasn’t hurt before her surveyed the damages. He groaned at the sight. He had spent a lot of work putting up the shelf and now he had to put it back up right and line the shelves... again. He spoke much to soon about it being a good day. He pulled out his wand and set down to do the dirty work.