DEL ROQUE, Francois Simon

[francois simeon del roque.]

*Francois Simon Del Roque,

“It’s hard to keep a secret, when it’s written all over your body.”

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*step into the spotlight,
» FULL NAME: Francois Simeon Del Roque.
» NICKNAMES: Fran, Franny.
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: 16, February 7th
» GENDER: Male.
» ORIENTATION: Gay.
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original.
» GROUP/GRADE: Sophomore, 10.

*let them see who you are,
» HAIR: Francois has dark raven locks that fall in a typical way, covering one of both of his eyes.
» EYES: He has bright, Emerald Green eyes with Jade specks in them.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Francois weighs one hundred and twenty four pounds and stands at five foot six.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He has two snake bites with different stubs to put in, as well as a belly button ring.
» STYLE: Francois tends to wear skinny jeans and sweatshirts year round, his wrists and hands covered by lacey gloves and converse to finish up his normal outfit.
» OVERALL: Francois is the normal, over-stressed teenage gay boy. His hair is a dark raven black color and is styled the typical Scene way, falling in front of one or both eyes. Francois is by no means a jock of any type, but that doesn’t mean he won’t work out. He likes the classical form of ballet and practices it every day, usually after school in the auditorium for hours and hours on end without stop, sometimes sacrificing homework and studying for it as well. Francois always keeps himself well concealed in his clothing, and more times than not you will catch him in a hoodie and skinny jeans, probably off by himself. He has trouble making friends, because he is very quiet and reserved. He keeps most of his secrets to himself, though there are a vast amount of them, and he tries his hardest to blend in with the background so he is not targeted by many. He tends to have few to no enemies, and a one or two good friends he can trust, but other than that he is seen as a social anomaly and does not tend to be the center of attention at any time.

*shine through the darkness,

» LIKES:
+Dancing
+Reading
+Cooking
+Writing
+Texting

» DISLIKES:
-Drama
-Credit Cards
-Horses
-Cleaning
-Cliques

» STRENGTHS:
+Strong Willed
+Independent
+Good Hearted
+Gentle
+Protective

» WEAKNESSES:
-Easily Hurt, physically and mentally
-Acquires Crushes Frequently
-Bottles Feelings
-Trouble Standing Up for Self
-Low Confidence

» SECRETS:
-Childhood Abuse
-Cutting Himself
-Hating Family

» GOALS:
+To Become a Professional Dancer
+To Pass School With Honors
+To Become More Assertive

» OVERALL PERSONALITY: Francois is a very soft spoken person. He is quiet and shy and tends to gravitate towards the same type of people as himself. He does not care for loud and obnoxious individuals and tries to avoid them at all costs. Francois also tends to keep all his feelings to himself and only expresses them to the few, if any, friends he has. Though he does not confide in people, he does find a way to express his feelings through dancing them out; on occasion not stoping until he has finally collapsed onto the floor. That also seems to be another one of his problems; friends. He has trouble keeping them as well as making them, his insecurities always seeming to bubble up to the surface when meeting new people. He hates these insecurities and does his best to ignore him, but they constantly nag and bother at the back of his mind. He never thinks high of himself and always believes people don’t like him, even when they openly say they do.

Francois stays to himself a lot, and is more of a loner than a social butterfly. He has had one good friend throughout his journey through the school systems, but to much of his dismay he had lost this friend not long ago, due to relocation in New York. His family is very unsupportive of him and this has wounded him deeper than anyone could ever understand, causing him to shut down and really form into somewhat of a hermit of types. He tries desperately to trust people but is always taken back by something. He fears his secrets will one day be spilled out into the open, and that same day he imagines will be the day when his life finally shatters into small pieces, simultaneously cutting him on their way down.

*dive into your past,
» PARENTS:
+Julia Marie Del Roque, 53, Deceased.
+John Simon Del Roque, 57, Living.
» SIBLINGS:
+Maria Rose Del Roque, 14, Attending School.
» PETS: N/A
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: The only other people in Francois life are his two Grandparents who live In France, but they do not play a big role in Francois’ life.
» HISTORY: Francois was born in France, but did not live there long. When he was just two months old his parents decided to move to America and take refuge there from an area that was controlled by a corrupted group of leaders. Francois was the first one in his family to become a citizen; this was another way for his parents to continue protecting him even if anything ever happened to them. He has seen pictures of their old house and where they lived, and he always though it was beautiful. They had a house situated on the side of a mountain overlooking the city.

Once they made the decision to move to America, everything changed for the family. His father was struggling finding a job and his mother was barely able to keep hers. Their Family receives most of their money from their grandparents who own a fashion company in the heart of France, Paris. His mother was chef at a restaurant and his father was a journalist, and they struggled with financial problems as middle-class citizens, his father being stubborn and refusing financial help from the rest of the family. Due to this fact, Francois had to contact his Grandparents and beg for help and money for a Private Dance School, which they hesitantly granted him.

When Francois was only five years old his parents got into a tragic car accident while out for Valentine's Day. Unfortunately, his mother never got a chance to return from her Valentine's Day dinner and movie. His mother was in the car driving and picked up her cell phone to call their house and see how Francois was doing with the baby sitter. While dialing she lost control of the car as she swerved into a large truck head on. His father was barely able to survive and to this day Francois blames himself for the death of his mother, since he was the one who hassled his babysitter to call her. It has given him extreme emotional damages that have caused a deep rift in his heart.

Francois cannot remember his mother, but he always felt like she was there for him. He remembers bits and pieces of her. Like her smile or what she smelled like when she hugged him. He can remember that, but everything else is just a blur of color and slurs of words. Francois may not have known her, but he was still devastated by her death. Every day he has a nagging voice in the back of his mind, telling him it is his fault. He tries to ignore it, but sometimes when the voices turn into yelling he must cope with it the only way he knows how: by injuring himself. It started out as small, insignificant injuries, such as purposely banging into objects.

When Francois was in seventh grade he realized something critical about himself: he was gay. At the end of this grade Francois proceeded to tell his father, who took it incredibly hard and shunned him from the family for two weeks. Francois escaped to his Aunt’s house for those weeks until his father finally let him back into his home; but with a catch. Francois’ father had become enraged with his son’s actions through his life, and decided to take it out on him. Francois was beaten and abused by his father from the start of eighth grade till the very day he was forced to flee once more. He received aid from his Grandparents as well as his Aunt, and thus used them to help him escape to the Belmont Academy. This has carved a deep wound into Francois’ heart and now due to his father’s slander and abuse he feels as if he is not human anymore.

Now, by adding on the emotional stress of being gay and your father not accepting your sexual orientation, you have one hell of an emotional toll to deal with. Before his father had known about his strong attraction towards the male gender, their relationship was a happy and healthy one, but once he found out, it turned bitter and cruel. This was just another thing Francois could blame himself for, and now the blade is the relief that he's given as he tries to block out the pain that he constantly keeps bottled up inside; not even his dancing being able to help him rid himself of the feeling. To this very day, he still cuts himself to numb the emotional pain, because it feels too overwhelming. Ever since the moment his dad turned his back on him, Francois feels as if the bite of the blade is a replacement for his dad's love, and that it is his closest friend. Closing himself off from the world Francois struggles with making friends and letting the walls he built around himself and his heart down in order to let someone in. He's hoping he'll meet someone in Belmont who'll be able to help with the downward spiral called his life.

*behind the scenes,
» NAME/ALIAS: Akio
» AGE: Fifteen.
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Three Years
» HOW YOU FOUND US: You advertised on a site I’m on.
» CODE PHRASE: ADMIN EDIT
» RP SAMPLE:

Aubrey could feel his body toss and turn...like a rag doll being thrown from side to side between two brick walls. He could feel the wounds that riddled his body...he could feel them opening and closing, stinging as the stitches ripped, the blood boiled up, and the sorrow dripped out. He could feel everything...it was like someone had stabbed him...and now they were turning the knife slowly...and all Aubrey could do was sit there, sit there and take the pain and the sorrow, because he knew he deserved it. He deserved everything he felt. He deserved having the crap beat out of him, he deserved feeling a rift of loneliness when Charlie left; he deserved to have his father die. He could see all of these things in his mind...every single one of them...and he knew they belonged. He knew the pain belonged, because simply he did not. His mother was right from the beginning; a monster should not be loved, because it is that monster who steals the love from others.

His body doubled over in hidden sorrow, making a low crashing noise with the ground as his face hit directly into the side of the wall. He curled up, the tears seeming to be a permanent fixture on his face now. Each tear highlighted another pain...another loss...another reason why Aubrey shouldn't exist. A waste of air. A waste of space.

A waste of a life.

His mom had told him...and he never believed it so much until now. He let a soft, quiet sob riddle through his chest as he curled into the utmost form of a ball, and moved into a sitting position. The torrents of blood that leaked through his wounds were there for a reason. They were there to remind him, to tell him over and over of all the mistakes he has made, all the people he had wronged, all the family he has lost. Aubrey caught glimpse of a small paper drooping off his bed and in front of him, and he strained his blood shot eyes to read the words. It said Luke was in the shower. The amount of trauma that echoed throughout his being at that point was unbearable. He pushed his body to its limit, but now he was insisting on pushing it more; physical pain would drown out that of his emotional pain.

His body seemed to spring from its spot, stumbling and tripping over itself as he reached the door of the bathroom, and then it was over as soon as it began. His putrid, disdainful figure hit the floor once more with a soft thud, and then he froze. He knew the sound he heard...he knew it oh so well...a sob. It was a sob...coming from the bathroom...

coming from Luke.

And it was his fault. His face scrunched together as his body went numb; lifeless against the cold drift of the ground. Another harsh, more bone shivering sob ripped through his chest again. It was so broken...so pained...one would cringe just from the sound of it. It was like taking old, rusty nails and shoving them into a chalkboard, ripping them down slowly, painfully. This was the sound that escaped his body, echoing and dripping through the aura of the room. A slow but steady river of blood seemed to pour down his forehead, mixing with his cries and tears, his eyes shutting once again, and the blanketing friend of darkness overtaking his vision. It was here...in the dark...Aubrey was the safest. Nothing could hurt him here, nobody could touch him...but every rose has its thorn, and this was no different. The darkness may have been his savior and the place where he could be calm...feign alive even...but not anymore, because now it had been tainted. Now the darkness has been tainted with the scarlet tears of a weeping soul.

It has been tainted with the crimson rain of Aubrey's eyes.

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