Post by Sasha Desrosiers on Nov 17, 2011 22:22:40 GMT -8
Name: Alexandre “Sasha” Desrosiers
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Place of Residence: A two bedroom house in the same general area as the A&G
Type of Car: A blue 1998 Toyota Avalon. The license plate is 2CHEPAS. The interior is kept immaculate.
Occupation/Skills/Interests: Alexandre is one of the writers and photographers for the Greenfield Gazette. He’s not a great writer, but he’s persistent and quick with a camera. He’s also mostly fluent in French – his accent is good, but he tends to pause and stutter a lot. For a hobby he likes to carve foam sculptures, although he doesn't like to talk about it because he thinks it’s kind of a lame hobby and he's just an amateur anyway. He harbors a fascination with police drama television and the stereotypes of film noir, but it's never gone beyond a general interest.
Appearance: Tall, lanky, and pale all over: pale blond hair, pale blue eyes, and a complexion like a ghost. His hair’s been getting a little long, but he’s been styling it up and back to try and compensate. He wears shades often, even at night, which doesn’t quite fit with his wardrobe of formal jackets, sweaters, and slacks.
Personality: Sasha is apologetic, possibly to the point of masochism, and his apologies tend to get caught up in his self-esteem issues. But, when it comes to getting the scoop or the down low, he can be surprisingly stubborn for all his rampant apologizing. More than once he’s forced his way into a crime scene to get a story, but he’s always been very sorry about it.
And he's a little gullible – more than once he’s been off in the woods looking for yetis or other monsters. He knows that myths and folklore aren’t real, but he’d really like for them to be.
After work he likes to go to the SWERY65’ for some drinks and to mess with the jukebox. He doesn’t know much about music; he just likes to hit random buttons and see what happens.
He has absolutely no issues with his parents. None whatsoever. They were just kind of overbearing and it's left him a little nervous, okay? Okay.
History: Although Alexandre is a local, his father wasn’t. His mother attended an out-of-state college after high school, and returned a few years later married to a Frenchman and pregnant. Once Sasha got a job with the local paper his parents left Greenvale for good, heading to Europe. They’ve left the house in their son’s care and they write… occasionally.
Alex has spent the last several years working for the Greenfield Gazette. He’s as much intern as employee, since the staff is a little short.
RP Sample:
Sasha had intended to make a quick stop by the Milk Barn to pick up some eggs for dinner. He had not intended to end up paralyzed with indecision at the choice between buying a can of hollandaise sauce or getting the eggs he’d come for and making it himself. He’d been endlessly looping through the same handful of arguments: canned hollandaise probably tasted terrible, but he was hungry and tired and didn’t really want to cook tonight. His parents would disapprove of the very notion of canned hollandaise, but they were an ocean away and they’d never find out that once, in a moment of weakness, he’d bought premade hollandaise. The eggs were cheaper and could be used for more things, but what if he got both, but if he got both then why not just make the hollandaise himself and –
The clock over the cash register caught his eye. He’d been standing there for the past twenty minutes unable to buy anything. A sudden feeling of shame crept up his throat and he glanced around to make sure no one had noticed him standing there like an idiot.
Maybe he’d just get a sandwich and a cocktail at the bar instead, he decided, and he grabbed a can of tomato sauce so that he didn’t feel like a cad for not getting anything at all.
He made it all the way back to his car before he realized he’d gotten the canned hollandaise by mistake.
Additional Notes: Sasha is his embarrassing childhood nickname. It’s still sticking a little more than he’d like. That can of hollandaise is sitting in the back of his pantry, unused, where it will likely sit until Greenvale falls into the ocean.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Place of Residence: A two bedroom house in the same general area as the A&G
Type of Car: A blue 1998 Toyota Avalon. The license plate is 2CHEPAS. The interior is kept immaculate.
Occupation/Skills/Interests: Alexandre is one of the writers and photographers for the Greenfield Gazette. He’s not a great writer, but he’s persistent and quick with a camera. He’s also mostly fluent in French – his accent is good, but he tends to pause and stutter a lot. For a hobby he likes to carve foam sculptures, although he doesn't like to talk about it because he thinks it’s kind of a lame hobby and he's just an amateur anyway. He harbors a fascination with police drama television and the stereotypes of film noir, but it's never gone beyond a general interest.
Appearance: Tall, lanky, and pale all over: pale blond hair, pale blue eyes, and a complexion like a ghost. His hair’s been getting a little long, but he’s been styling it up and back to try and compensate. He wears shades often, even at night, which doesn’t quite fit with his wardrobe of formal jackets, sweaters, and slacks.
Personality: Sasha is apologetic, possibly to the point of masochism, and his apologies tend to get caught up in his self-esteem issues. But, when it comes to getting the scoop or the down low, he can be surprisingly stubborn for all his rampant apologizing. More than once he’s forced his way into a crime scene to get a story, but he’s always been very sorry about it.
And he's a little gullible – more than once he’s been off in the woods looking for yetis or other monsters. He knows that myths and folklore aren’t real, but he’d really like for them to be.
After work he likes to go to the SWERY65’ for some drinks and to mess with the jukebox. He doesn’t know much about music; he just likes to hit random buttons and see what happens.
He has absolutely no issues with his parents. None whatsoever. They were just kind of overbearing and it's left him a little nervous, okay? Okay.
History: Although Alexandre is a local, his father wasn’t. His mother attended an out-of-state college after high school, and returned a few years later married to a Frenchman and pregnant. Once Sasha got a job with the local paper his parents left Greenvale for good, heading to Europe. They’ve left the house in their son’s care and they write… occasionally.
Alex has spent the last several years working for the Greenfield Gazette. He’s as much intern as employee, since the staff is a little short.
RP Sample:
Sasha had intended to make a quick stop by the Milk Barn to pick up some eggs for dinner. He had not intended to end up paralyzed with indecision at the choice between buying a can of hollandaise sauce or getting the eggs he’d come for and making it himself. He’d been endlessly looping through the same handful of arguments: canned hollandaise probably tasted terrible, but he was hungry and tired and didn’t really want to cook tonight. His parents would disapprove of the very notion of canned hollandaise, but they were an ocean away and they’d never find out that once, in a moment of weakness, he’d bought premade hollandaise. The eggs were cheaper and could be used for more things, but what if he got both, but if he got both then why not just make the hollandaise himself and –
The clock over the cash register caught his eye. He’d been standing there for the past twenty minutes unable to buy anything. A sudden feeling of shame crept up his throat and he glanced around to make sure no one had noticed him standing there like an idiot.
Maybe he’d just get a sandwich and a cocktail at the bar instead, he decided, and he grabbed a can of tomato sauce so that he didn’t feel like a cad for not getting anything at all.
He made it all the way back to his car before he realized he’d gotten the canned hollandaise by mistake.
Additional Notes: Sasha is his embarrassing childhood nickname. It’s still sticking a little more than he’d like. That can of hollandaise is sitting in the back of his pantry, unused, where it will likely sit until Greenvale falls into the ocean.
