‖ FULL NAME ‖
Lord Rufus Fabian Wallace Stuart - Ashdown
‖ NICKNAME ‖
Fab, Fabs, Fabe, Fabie, etc.
Courtesy Title - Lord Rufus Stuart - Ashdown
‖ PREFERRED NAME ‖
Fab, Fabs, or any form of Fabian, but never Rufus
‖ NATIONALITY ‖
English
‖ ETHNICITY ‖
Caucasian; half-French, and half-English
‖ DATE OF BIRTH ‖
11th of June, 1996
‖ AGE ‖
Nineteen
‖ ZODIAC SIGN ‖
Gemini
Lord Rufus Fabian Wallace Stuart - Ashdown
‖ NICKNAME ‖
Fab, Fabs, Fabe, Fabie, etc.
Courtesy Title - Lord Rufus Stuart - Ashdown
‖ PREFERRED NAME ‖
Fab, Fabs, or any form of Fabian, but never Rufus
‖ NATIONALITY ‖
English
‖ ETHNICITY ‖
Caucasian; half-French, and half-English
‖ DATE OF BIRTH ‖
11th of June, 1996
‖ AGE ‖
Nineteen
‖ ZODIAC SIGN ‖
Gemini
‖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION ‖
Bisexual; been leaning towards men for quite a while.
‖ RELATIONSHIP HISTORY ‖
Multiple flings, three ex-girlfriends, two ex-boyfriends, and currently in a (failing) relationship with his third.
‖ CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS ‖
Taken; currently involved in a long distance relationship that he's sure is bound to fail at some point or another. Lord knows Warren—his boyfriend—can't bear to keep himself celibate for too long. Fab's only waiting for the other shoe to drop (although no matter how many time he tells himself he doesn't care, he's still not quite sure he can handle it when it does happen).
‖ VIRGIN? ‖
If anyone would care to find out why the son of the Duke of Somerset is attending Beverly Hills High School instead of a more prestigious establishment like Eton or Westminster, then they'd know that he was expelled from Eton shortly after he turned seventeen for being found in bed with another boy—and a Harrovian no less! So no, Fabian is most definitely not a virgin.
Bisexual; been leaning towards men for quite a while.
‖ RELATIONSHIP HISTORY ‖
Multiple flings, three ex-girlfriends, two ex-boyfriends, and currently in a (failing) relationship with his third.
‖ CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS ‖
Taken; currently involved in a long distance relationship that he's sure is bound to fail at some point or another. Lord knows Warren—his boyfriend—can't bear to keep himself celibate for too long. Fab's only waiting for the other shoe to drop (although no matter how many time he tells himself he doesn't care, he's still not quite sure he can handle it when it does happen).
‖ VIRGIN? ‖
If anyone would care to find out why the son of the Duke of Somerset is attending Beverly Hills High School instead of a more prestigious establishment like Eton or Westminster, then they'd know that he was expelled from Eton shortly after he turned seventeen for being found in bed with another boy—and a Harrovian no less! So no, Fabian is most definitely not a virgin.
‖ SKIN TONE ‖
Fair; burns under the sun and rarely ever tans.
‖ HEIGHT ‖
Five feet and Eleven inches // 5'11"
‖ WEIGHT ‖
One hundred and Fifty-eight pounds // 158 lbs.
‖ BODY SHAPE/BODY TYPE ‖
Mesomorph // Regular exercise, yoga, and quite a bit of sports ensures that while he's not as bulked-up as most guys, he still has a nice layer of muscle to show so he doesn't embarrass himself during water polo season.
‖ HAIR ‖
His hair curls delicately at the ends, but when allowed to grow out, it becomes wilder and curlier the longer it gets. Fabian's hair colour is naturally a very dark brown, but he's been known to dye it on occasion—usually reddish-brown, or a near-blond sort of light brown.
‖ SHAPE OF FACE ‖
Oval, that tapers into a square-ish lightly dimpled chin.
‖ EYES ‖
Dark brown
‖ DISTINGUISHING MARKS ‖
A lightly dimpled chin and the incredibly quick rate at which he grows facial hair.
‖ PHYSICAL DISABILITIES ‖
He had asthma as a child, but it rarely ever resurfaces.
‖ TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS ‖
He has quite a few tattoos, and has both ears pierced as well.
‖ FASHION SENSE ‖
Fabian can always be trusted to keep things classy. His nickname isn't 'Fab' for nothing, after all. It's smart casual all day, every day for him if he can help it; that means blazers, sports coats, jumpers over button ups—that sort of thing. He prefers to dress high end, so you won't be finding any of the usual preppy country club fare in his walk-in closet.
‖ OVERALL ATTRACTIVENESS ‖
Based on the number of people who turn their heads when he walks past, one can certainly tell that there's something striking about him—whether it be his face, his clothes, or simply the way he carries himself.
Fair; burns under the sun and rarely ever tans.
‖ HEIGHT ‖
Five feet and Eleven inches // 5'11"
‖ WEIGHT ‖
One hundred and Fifty-eight pounds // 158 lbs.
‖ BODY SHAPE/BODY TYPE ‖
Mesomorph // Regular exercise, yoga, and quite a bit of sports ensures that while he's not as bulked-up as most guys, he still has a nice layer of muscle to show so he doesn't embarrass himself during water polo season.
‖ HAIR ‖
His hair curls delicately at the ends, but when allowed to grow out, it becomes wilder and curlier the longer it gets. Fabian's hair colour is naturally a very dark brown, but he's been known to dye it on occasion—usually reddish-brown, or a near-blond sort of light brown.
‖ SHAPE OF FACE ‖
Oval, that tapers into a square-ish lightly dimpled chin.
‖ EYES ‖
Dark brown
‖ DISTINGUISHING MARKS ‖
A lightly dimpled chin and the incredibly quick rate at which he grows facial hair.
‖ PHYSICAL DISABILITIES ‖
He had asthma as a child, but it rarely ever resurfaces.
‖ TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS ‖
He has quite a few tattoos, and has both ears pierced as well.
‖ FASHION SENSE ‖
Fabian can always be trusted to keep things classy. His nickname isn't 'Fab' for nothing, after all. It's smart casual all day, every day for him if he can help it; that means blazers, sports coats, jumpers over button ups—that sort of thing. He prefers to dress high end, so you won't be finding any of the usual preppy country club fare in his walk-in closet.
‖ OVERALL ATTRACTIVENESS ‖
Based on the number of people who turn their heads when he walks past, one can certainly tell that there's something striking about him—whether it be his face, his clothes, or simply the way he carries himself.
- Adaptable
- Independent
- Charming
- Observant
- Persuasive
- Clever
- Cynical
- Aloof
- Underhanded/Sly
- Changeable
- Self-Indulgent
- Sharp-tongued
‖ PERSONALITY ‖
When one is born into aristocracy, one is expect to behave in a certain way. Ever since he was young, Fab was basically bred to be the ideal gentleman: well-spoken, well-mannered, well-educated—but it just so happened that he decided to...spice it up a little, so to speak. His tongue is a double-edged sword, sharpened with words designed to flatter and destroy all in the same breath; genteel manners may quickly harden into chilly civility; and a quick mind and even quicker wit can get one out of trouble just as easily as it can get you into it. Fortunately, he never really seeks to cause any real harm—preferring to stay by the sidelines and quietly entertain himself with others' spats—but cross him, and you might just get a feel of how awful he can truly be.
Aside from that, Fab's a pretty chill person overall—charming, agreeable, knows how to have a good time, and definitely down for most things—just don't get on his bad side, or things are definitely bound to get nasty. He surrounds himself with lots of friends, but it can take quite a bit of work to crack his shell. He has a tendency to hide things from others, especially his problems. He refuses to admit he has issues, and no, he doesn't drink too much, thanks—or at least that what he tells himself and whoever else has the nerve to call him out on it. He's basically one big ball of issues and bad habits (drugs, anyone?) clad in the best of European high end, but he's a good friend. He'll move mountains for you if you ask him to, as long as you can put up with his bullshit.
When one is born into aristocracy, one is expect to behave in a certain way. Ever since he was young, Fab was basically bred to be the ideal gentleman: well-spoken, well-mannered, well-educated—but it just so happened that he decided to...spice it up a little, so to speak. His tongue is a double-edged sword, sharpened with words designed to flatter and destroy all in the same breath; genteel manners may quickly harden into chilly civility; and a quick mind and even quicker wit can get one out of trouble just as easily as it can get you into it. Fortunately, he never really seeks to cause any real harm—preferring to stay by the sidelines and quietly entertain himself with others' spats—but cross him, and you might just get a feel of how awful he can truly be.
Aside from that, Fab's a pretty chill person overall—charming, agreeable, knows how to have a good time, and definitely down for most things—just don't get on his bad side, or things are definitely bound to get nasty. He surrounds himself with lots of friends, but it can take quite a bit of work to crack his shell. He has a tendency to hide things from others, especially his problems. He refuses to admit he has issues, and no, he doesn't drink too much, thanks—or at least that what he tells himself and whoever else has the nerve to call him out on it. He's basically one big ball of issues and bad habits (drugs, anyone?) clad in the best of European high end, but he's a good friend. He'll move mountains for you if you ask him to, as long as you can put up with his bullshit.
- Intelligent
- Highly cultured
- Fluent in five languages, including Latin
- Visual arts, particularly painting and filmmaking
- Good long-term memory
- Prone to periods of self-deprecation
- Forever baffled by musical instruments
- Slightly squeamish
- Easily bored
- Can't resist a good fuck
‖ LIFE PHILOSOPHY ‖
"Live to the point of tears." ― Albert Camus
‖ SHORT TERM GOALS ‖
Graduate and return to England. That's been his number one priority the second he set foot on American soil. Second would be to be accepted into either Christ Church or Magdalen College in Oxford. If his father thought Fabian's expulsion from Eton was disgraceful enough, being placed in a different College would be nigh unforgivable.
‖ LONG TERM GOALS ‖
As his mother's only child, he's set to inherit his maternal grandfather's multi-billion euro company. Everything from shipping, to retail, to hotel chains, to high-end fashion houses will all be his the moment his grand-père drops dead. He's heard of reckless young heirs driving entire generation-spanning businesses to the ground the moment they're handed the reins, so his ultimate goal would pretty much be to avoid that and keep everything up and running so he can pass it on to his own children in the future (should he end up having any, that is).
‖ ASPIRATIONS ‖
To be successful, obviously. And to keep his wealth until his dying breath.
"Live to the point of tears." ― Albert Camus
‖ SHORT TERM GOALS ‖
Graduate and return to England. That's been his number one priority the second he set foot on American soil. Second would be to be accepted into either Christ Church or Magdalen College in Oxford. If his father thought Fabian's expulsion from Eton was disgraceful enough, being placed in a different College would be nigh unforgivable.
‖ LONG TERM GOALS ‖
As his mother's only child, he's set to inherit his maternal grandfather's multi-billion euro company. Everything from shipping, to retail, to hotel chains, to high-end fashion houses will all be his the moment his grand-père drops dead. He's heard of reckless young heirs driving entire generation-spanning businesses to the ground the moment they're handed the reins, so his ultimate goal would pretty much be to avoid that and keep everything up and running so he can pass it on to his own children in the future (should he end up having any, that is).
‖ ASPIRATIONS ‖
To be successful, obviously. And to keep his wealth until his dying breath.
LUCIUS VICTOR PERCIVAL STUART - ASHDOWN, 18TH DUKE OF SOMERSET
Father ‖ Forty-Seven ‖ Politician, Property Developer, and Businessman
--
Predictably, he and his father aren't exactly on the best terms. They've never seen eye-to-eye on most things, but their relationship reached an all-time low following Fabian's expulsion from Eton and subsequent 'exile' to the US to "keep you away from that freak you're shagging", as his father had so kindly put it. Since the incident, they've never done more than exchange few, painfully strained pleasantries whenever they happen to cross paths (which is extremely rare give the sheer size of the Stuart - Ashdowns' ancestral manor back in England).
Father ‖ Forty-Seven ‖ Politician, Property Developer, and Businessman
--
Predictably, he and his father aren't exactly on the best terms. They've never seen eye-to-eye on most things, but their relationship reached an all-time low following Fabian's expulsion from Eton and subsequent 'exile' to the US to "keep you away from that freak you're shagging", as his father had so kindly put it. Since the incident, they've never done more than exchange few, painfully strained pleasantries whenever they happen to cross paths (which is extremely rare give the sheer size of the Stuart - Ashdowns' ancestral manor back in England).
MARIE INÈS STUART - ASHDOWN, DUCHESS OF SOMERSET (née Bellerose)
Mother ‖ Forty ‖ Sculptor, Writer, Socialite and Former Model
--
While his mum is similarly indifferent in terms of outward affection, she still cares for Fabian and her two step-children. even though it rarely shows. Fabian has fond memories of her teaching him how to paint when he was younger as opposed to his father who barely held him, let alone spent time with him. His mum was also quite supportive of him after the incident, and was instrumental in persuading his father to go send him to live with his sister in LA instead of shipping him off to boarding school in Switzerland.
Mother ‖ Forty ‖ Sculptor, Writer, Socialite and Former Model
--
While his mum is similarly indifferent in terms of outward affection, she still cares for Fabian and her two step-children. even though it rarely shows. Fabian has fond memories of her teaching him how to paint when he was younger as opposed to his father who barely held him, let alone spent time with him. His mum was also quite supportive of him after the incident, and was instrumental in persuading his father to go send him to live with his sister in LA instead of shipping him off to boarding school in Switzerland.
LADY VIVIAN FELICITY ROSE STUART - ASHDOWN ‖ "VIVIAN ROSE" (Stage Name)
Half-Sister ‖ Twenty-Five ‖ Heiress, Socialite, and Model (Victoria's Secret Angel)
--
If he had to choose anyone from his entire family to get stuck in a deserted island with, it would definitely be his sister. She's his dad's daughter from his first marriage, and while they're quite far apart in age, they still get on extremely well by virtue of having more or less the same interests. Vivian's also the only one in the family who doesn't seem to have a lump of coal in place of a heart. While she lives in LA, she spends most of her time abroad for shoots/shows, but she makes sure to visit Fab whenever she's in town.
Half-Sister ‖ Twenty-Five ‖ Heiress, Socialite, and Model (Victoria's Secret Angel)
--
If he had to choose anyone from his entire family to get stuck in a deserted island with, it would definitely be his sister. She's his dad's daughter from his first marriage, and while they're quite far apart in age, they still get on extremely well by virtue of having more or less the same interests. Vivian's also the only one in the family who doesn't seem to have a lump of coal in place of a heart. While she lives in LA, she spends most of her time abroad for shoots/shows, but she makes sure to visit Fab whenever she's in town.
TRISTRAM CALEDON HOWARD STUART - ASHDOWN, MARQUESS OF DORSET
Half-Brother ‖ Twenty-Four ‖ Heir to the Dukedom of Somerset and Studying Law at Cambridge
--
Since Tristram was away in boarding school or university for most of Fabian's life, they don't really have anything resembling a relationship. Tris ignores him for the most part, and Fabian's learned early on to stop trying to get his older brother's attention. They don't hate each other, but they certainly don't love each other either. They're simply content with the knowledge that the other exists, and that's that. They rarely talk aside from the usual pleasantries, although his brother did wish him luck before Fab was due to leave for America.
Half-Brother ‖ Twenty-Four ‖ Heir to the Dukedom of Somerset and Studying Law at Cambridge
--
Since Tristram was away in boarding school or university for most of Fabian's life, they don't really have anything resembling a relationship. Tris ignores him for the most part, and Fabian's learned early on to stop trying to get his older brother's attention. They don't hate each other, but they certainly don't love each other either. They're simply content with the knowledge that the other exists, and that's that. They rarely talk aside from the usual pleasantries, although his brother did wish him luck before Fab was due to leave for America.
‖ HOMETOWN ‖
London, England
‖ UPBRINGING ‖
Fabian was born to Lucius Stuart-Ashdown, then the Marquess of Dorset (he ascended the Dukedom when Fabian was five), owner of the Ashdown Group, and the second richest man in Britain; and Inés Stuart-Ashdown (née Bellerose), the only daughter of French business tycoon Aliaume Bellerose, the third richest man in Europe, and owner and major shareholder of multinational business empire Bellecorp.
While he was given pretty much anything he set his sights on, he was never coddled or doted on like most rich brats. His parents mostly treated him as an accessory to parade around at social events and whatnot, and aside from that had no real relationship whatsoever with their son. In fact, his closest relations are his half-sister, Vivian (his father's daughter with his first wife, Margaret (née Tyrwhitt), who died shortly after giving birth to Fab's half-brother), and his maternal grandfather, who bypassed his mother and chose Fabian as the heir to the vast Bellerose fortune.
Most of his life he spent in boarding schools. He was pretty popular for the most part, always staying at the topmost rungs of the social ladder by virtue of his family name alone. However, a cricket match between Eton and Harrow resulted in the meeting of one Warren Anstruther—the young, charismatic, and ruggedly handsome son of the Baronet of Anstruther—who kept stealing glances at him throughout the game before finally pulling him into a corner afterwards for a kiss. This would eventually lead to his 'fall' from grace, and subsequent expulsion.
While his preferences were widely known throughout the student body (his first two boyfriends were Etonian, as well—most notably Jamie Lloyd-Hastings, who called him a fag then snogged him breathless in the boys' locker room after a particularly intense game of rugby), it came as a shock when word spread that he and Warren were together. A good portion of his mates turned on him for seeing a 'hat-wearing toff', which all came to head when one of them told the Headmaster that he'd snuck Warren into his rooms.
Long story short, they were caught fucking, and both were expelled from their respective schools. Warren was sent to a strict, Catholic boarding school in Wales, while Fabian was banished to Los Angeles in America to go live with Vivian. It wasn't an entirely pleasant experience. It all but ruined his already fragile relationship with his father, and it drove him away from Warren, but it all worked out somehow. Beverly Hills High was much more relaxed compared to Eton, and he eventually came to enjoy the slower pace and the freedom the American public school system offered.
‖ CHILDHOOD IDOL/HERO ‖
Harry Potter, of course. Ever since his nanny read him the first one, all he did was run around waving anything vaguely wand-like and casting made-up spells at anyone he happened upon.
‖ DREAM JOB ‖
He wanted to be a painter once, but that dream was ultimately overshadowed by his desire to successfully take over Bellecorp.
‖ PETS ‖
Several. The current count amounts to three dogs, two cats, four horses (including a prize-winning race horse), quite a number of tropical and saltwater fish, a ferret, a bunch of birds, two owls, four turkeys, an iguana, a ball python, three tarantulas, and a very old rabbit. All of them are back in England, except for the tank of saltwater fish he keeps in his Beverly Hills penthouse.
‖ EDUCATION ‖
Wetherby School ‖ Pre-Prep (Aged 4-8 years old)
Dragon School ‖ Prep School (Aged 8-13 years old)
Eton College ‖ Senior School (Began at 13, expelled at 17)
Beverly Hills High School ‖ High School (Transferred and began Junior year at 18)
‖ SOCIAL CLASS ‖
Upper Class. However, social structures in the UK are vastly different compared to other countries. In order to be considered part of Upper Class, one has to be born into it—that is, you must be part of a noble, aristocratic family with titles. In Fabian's case, his father is the Duke of Somerset, which is the second most senior non-royal Duke in the peerage of England. It grants Fabian the courtesy title of 'Lord' before his name and puts him just a couple notches below royalty.
London, England
‖ UPBRINGING ‖
Fabian was born to Lucius Stuart-Ashdown, then the Marquess of Dorset (he ascended the Dukedom when Fabian was five), owner of the Ashdown Group, and the second richest man in Britain; and Inés Stuart-Ashdown (née Bellerose), the only daughter of French business tycoon Aliaume Bellerose, the third richest man in Europe, and owner and major shareholder of multinational business empire Bellecorp.
While he was given pretty much anything he set his sights on, he was never coddled or doted on like most rich brats. His parents mostly treated him as an accessory to parade around at social events and whatnot, and aside from that had no real relationship whatsoever with their son. In fact, his closest relations are his half-sister, Vivian (his father's daughter with his first wife, Margaret (née Tyrwhitt), who died shortly after giving birth to Fab's half-brother), and his maternal grandfather, who bypassed his mother and chose Fabian as the heir to the vast Bellerose fortune.
Most of his life he spent in boarding schools. He was pretty popular for the most part, always staying at the topmost rungs of the social ladder by virtue of his family name alone. However, a cricket match between Eton and Harrow resulted in the meeting of one Warren Anstruther—the young, charismatic, and ruggedly handsome son of the Baronet of Anstruther—who kept stealing glances at him throughout the game before finally pulling him into a corner afterwards for a kiss. This would eventually lead to his 'fall' from grace, and subsequent expulsion.
While his preferences were widely known throughout the student body (his first two boyfriends were Etonian, as well—most notably Jamie Lloyd-Hastings, who called him a fag then snogged him breathless in the boys' locker room after a particularly intense game of rugby), it came as a shock when word spread that he and Warren were together. A good portion of his mates turned on him for seeing a 'hat-wearing toff', which all came to head when one of them told the Headmaster that he'd snuck Warren into his rooms.
Long story short, they were caught fucking, and both were expelled from their respective schools. Warren was sent to a strict, Catholic boarding school in Wales, while Fabian was banished to Los Angeles in America to go live with Vivian. It wasn't an entirely pleasant experience. It all but ruined his already fragile relationship with his father, and it drove him away from Warren, but it all worked out somehow. Beverly Hills High was much more relaxed compared to Eton, and he eventually came to enjoy the slower pace and the freedom the American public school system offered.
‖ CHILDHOOD IDOL/HERO ‖
Harry Potter, of course. Ever since his nanny read him the first one, all he did was run around waving anything vaguely wand-like and casting made-up spells at anyone he happened upon.
‖ DREAM JOB ‖
He wanted to be a painter once, but that dream was ultimately overshadowed by his desire to successfully take over Bellecorp.
‖ PETS ‖
Several. The current count amounts to three dogs, two cats, four horses (including a prize-winning race horse), quite a number of tropical and saltwater fish, a ferret, a bunch of birds, two owls, four turkeys, an iguana, a ball python, three tarantulas, and a very old rabbit. All of them are back in England, except for the tank of saltwater fish he keeps in his Beverly Hills penthouse.
‖ EDUCATION ‖
Wetherby School ‖ Pre-Prep (Aged 4-8 years old)
Dragon School ‖ Prep School (Aged 8-13 years old)
Eton College ‖ Senior School (Began at 13, expelled at 17)
Beverly Hills High School ‖ High School (Transferred and began Junior year at 18)
‖ SOCIAL CLASS ‖
Upper Class. However, social structures in the UK are vastly different compared to other countries. In order to be considered part of Upper Class, one has to be born into it—that is, you must be part of a noble, aristocratic family with titles. In Fabian's case, his father is the Duke of Somerset, which is the second most senior non-royal Duke in the peerage of England. It grants Fabian the courtesy title of 'Lord' before his name and puts him just a couple notches below royalty.
‖ HOUSEHOLD ‖
He was supposed to come live with his older sister, Vivian, but he instead opted to get his own place for the sake of privacy and the fact that he never wants to walk in on his sister and her boyfriend going at it again. The cleaning ladies comes in five times a week, but other than that, he lives alone with only his fish for company.
‖ PETS ‖
The building doesn't allow pets, but they let him keep a tankful of saltwater fish in the sitting room provided that he finance the damage costs if it ever leaks.
‖ OCCUPATION ‖
None
‖ RESIDENCE ‖
He's been living in a three-bedroom luxury penthouse apartment for the past two years. His parents initially planned on getting him an entire house, which he adamantly refused. He'd have preferred a smaller one-bedroom, but instead got a modern black-and-white monstrosity that he loathes because it's just too big, too sleek, too bare, and too fucking pretentious for a single person to be living in. Remembering where things were was especially difficult during the first few months, since he didn't have nannies to fetch things for him like he did back at the manor, and he even hired a small team of four cleaning ladies because he just couldn't fathom cleaning the whole damn thing alone.
It's only saving grace is the bar, which he keeps well-stocked at all times, the small private pool attached to the deck (although he can't help feeling a bit like a fish in an aquarium every time he takes a swim), and the cacti growing on a ledge along one side that he makes sure to water religiously.
‖ TRANSPORTATION ‖
A bullet grey Bentley Continental GT and a similarly coloured Ferrari F12 Berlinetta—both of which are identical to the ones he drives at home (except for the position of the driver's seat).
He was supposed to come live with his older sister, Vivian, but he instead opted to get his own place for the sake of privacy and the fact that he never wants to walk in on his sister and her boyfriend going at it again. The cleaning ladies comes in five times a week, but other than that, he lives alone with only his fish for company.
‖ PETS ‖
The building doesn't allow pets, but they let him keep a tankful of saltwater fish in the sitting room provided that he finance the damage costs if it ever leaks.
‖ OCCUPATION ‖
None
‖ RESIDENCE ‖
He's been living in a three-bedroom luxury penthouse apartment for the past two years. His parents initially planned on getting him an entire house, which he adamantly refused. He'd have preferred a smaller one-bedroom, but instead got a modern black-and-white monstrosity that he loathes because it's just too big, too sleek, too bare, and too fucking pretentious for a single person to be living in. Remembering where things were was especially difficult during the first few months, since he didn't have nannies to fetch things for him like he did back at the manor, and he even hired a small team of four cleaning ladies because he just couldn't fathom cleaning the whole damn thing alone.
It's only saving grace is the bar, which he keeps well-stocked at all times, the small private pool attached to the deck (although he can't help feeling a bit like a fish in an aquarium every time he takes a swim), and the cacti growing on a ledge along one side that he makes sure to water religiously.
‖ TRANSPORTATION ‖
A bullet grey Bentley Continental GT and a similarly coloured Ferrari F12 Berlinetta—both of which are identical to the ones he drives at home (except for the position of the driver's seat).
‖ HOBBIES ‖
▣ FILM-MAKING → He's been making short films since he was ten, and one of them was even featured during the Cannes Film Festival right before the premiere of one of his mum's films.
▣ ART → Painting, drawing, sculpting—whatever it is, he loves it. He reckons he'd make a pretty good career as an artist if the whole business thing doesn't work out.
▣ PHOTOGRAPHY → He has a knack for cameras in general, and it helps that he's had a bit of practice taking photos of his older sister who's always happy to play model.
▣ SHOOTING → He's been shooting clay pigeons since he was old enough to handle a rifle. He's surprisingly quite good at it too, and he's taken to going to the nearest shooting range to de-stress.
▣ ART COLLECTING → While his personal collection isn't nearly as vast as his grandfather's, he's proud to say he owns a few from easily recognizable artists, most notably a Picasso and a Rembrandt.
▣ EQUESTRIANISM → Fab was five the first time he rode a horse, and he's never left the saddle since then.
▣ SAILING → He was given a sailing yacht for his tenth birthday and he took it upon himself to learn how to sail. Lately he's gotten into yacht racing.
▣ TRAVELING → He's clocked up several thousands of miles on the family jet and god knows how many more on land and on sea.
▣ YOGA → It's practically a way of life.
▣ ART → Painting, drawing, sculpting—whatever it is, he loves it. He reckons he'd make a pretty good career as an artist if the whole business thing doesn't work out.
▣ PHOTOGRAPHY → He has a knack for cameras in general, and it helps that he's had a bit of practice taking photos of his older sister who's always happy to play model.
▣ SHOOTING → He's been shooting clay pigeons since he was old enough to handle a rifle. He's surprisingly quite good at it too, and he's taken to going to the nearest shooting range to de-stress.
▣ ART COLLECTING → While his personal collection isn't nearly as vast as his grandfather's, he's proud to say he owns a few from easily recognizable artists, most notably a Picasso and a Rembrandt.
▣ EQUESTRIANISM → Fab was five the first time he rode a horse, and he's never left the saddle since then.
▣ SAILING → He was given a sailing yacht for his tenth birthday and he took it upon himself to learn how to sail. Lately he's gotten into yacht racing.
▣ TRAVELING → He's clocked up several thousands of miles on the family jet and god knows how many more on land and on sea.
▣ YOGA → It's practically a way of life.
‖ MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS ‖
He can't, for the life of him, understand music. Musical notes are all but gibberish and musical instruments even more so.
‖ SPORTS ‖
Fabian enjoys an active lifestyle, so sports are definitely a very big part of who he is. Shooting and Polo on horseback is probably his favourite, but he has an affinity for Water Polo as well. Other sports include Rugby, Football (soccer), Tennis, Cricket, Volleyball (especially beach volleyball), Fencing, and Rowing. He's also recently taken up Yacht Racing, and wouldn't mind learning a few martial arts in the future.
He likes expensive things, and his expenses definitely match his tastes—he wasn't raised to settle for second best—but he doesn't waste money on stupid shite like solid gold loo paper or diamond-encrusted dinner plates.
‖ DRINKS? ‖
Despite his posh, well-polished exterior, this boy can definitely drink anyone under the table. He has an incredibly well-stocked bar at his penthouse with vintages flown regularly from all over the globe, so it isn't uncommon for friends to turn up at his doorstep for the purpose of raiding his booze.
‖ SMOKES? ‖
Started at thirteen; favours Parliament, but won't say no to a pack of Dunhills or Davidoffs.
‖ OTHER DRUGS ‖
Pills, coke—uncut, of course—and tons of grass, but nothing can beat a little E on a night out. He's always been pretty adventurous when it comes to drugs, but he's got enough sense to keep away from meth and heroin and all of the other really terrible stuff. He likes MDMA best, thinks cocaine's getting pretty boring, and you should definitely see him tripped up on psychedelics. It's a fucking riot.
He can't, for the life of him, understand music. Musical notes are all but gibberish and musical instruments even more so.
‖ SPORTS ‖
Fabian enjoys an active lifestyle, so sports are definitely a very big part of who he is. Shooting and Polo on horseback is probably his favourite, but he has an affinity for Water Polo as well. Other sports include Rugby, Football (soccer), Tennis, Cricket, Volleyball (especially beach volleyball), Fencing, and Rowing. He's also recently taken up Yacht Racing, and wouldn't mind learning a few martial arts in the future.
He likes expensive things, and his expenses definitely match his tastes—he wasn't raised to settle for second best—but he doesn't waste money on stupid shite like solid gold loo paper or diamond-encrusted dinner plates.
‖ DRINKS? ‖
Despite his posh, well-polished exterior, this boy can definitely drink anyone under the table. He has an incredibly well-stocked bar at his penthouse with vintages flown regularly from all over the globe, so it isn't uncommon for friends to turn up at his doorstep for the purpose of raiding his booze.
‖ SMOKES? ‖
Started at thirteen; favours Parliament, but won't say no to a pack of Dunhills or Davidoffs.
‖ OTHER DRUGS ‖
Pills, coke—uncut, of course—and tons of grass, but nothing can beat a little E on a night out. He's always been pretty adventurous when it comes to drugs, but he's got enough sense to keep away from meth and heroin and all of the other really terrible stuff. He likes MDMA best, thinks cocaine's getting pretty boring, and you should definitely see him tripped up on psychedelics. It's a fucking riot.
‖ FAVOURITE COLOUR ‖
He favours the cooler side of the spectrum, so mainly blues, greys, and silver. And black, of course.
‖ LEAST FAVOURITE COLOUR ‖
Excruciatingly bright colours—especially canary yellow.
‖ FAVOURITE MOVIE GENRE ‖
Those super artsy kinds of films that takes the viewers an awful lot of brain power and quite a bit of imagination to decipher. Bonus points if it isn't in English.
‖ FAVOURITE FOOD ‖
Yes, it might sound rather pedestrian, but chips (fries, basically). He likes them in every form, be it plain, salted, drenched in molten cheese, as poutine, etc.
He favours the cooler side of the spectrum, so mainly blues, greys, and silver. And black, of course.
‖ LEAST FAVOURITE COLOUR ‖
Excruciatingly bright colours—especially canary yellow.
‖ FAVOURITE MOVIE GENRE ‖
Those super artsy kinds of films that takes the viewers an awful lot of brain power and quite a bit of imagination to decipher. Bonus points if it isn't in English.
‖ FAVOURITE FOOD ‖
Yes, it might sound rather pedestrian, but chips (fries, basically). He likes them in every form, be it plain, salted, drenched in molten cheese, as poutine, etc.
‖ How are feeling going into senior year? ‖
It's been a long time coming. He was supposed to graduate last year, and he isn't too happy about being stuck in High School while the rest of his mates are off at Uni. He just can't wait to get it all over with, basically.
‖ What are you most looking forward to this year? ‖
Oh, the parties, definitely. And the games should be interesting as well.
‖ How do you feel about returning back to B.H.H.S? ‖
He resents having to endure another year in the US, but the parties and the people make it a lot more bearable.
‖ Group/Clique ‖
Royals
‖ How do you feel about your group/clique? ‖
He thinks some of them are a bunch of entitled prats, but Fab has come to like them. Most of them are actually genuinely interesting people that he's pleased to say he gets along with well enough. They can be pretty dramatic, but he likes watching them bicker anyway. It's like, top-notch entertainment. Definitely a hundred times better than anything on the telly.
‖ Are you happy with your place on the social ladder? ‖
Of course. Top-tier as always. Why shouldn't he be happy?
‖ If you could be in any other group/clique, which would it be and why? ‖
If drinking a fuck ton of booze and doing illegal shit in the middle of the night is what it takes, then he's sure he'd fit right in with the rebels. He might have to ditch his bespoke Savile Row sports coats for leather jackets, though.
‖ Do you plan on trying out or rejoining any sports/clubs? ‖
Fab's a member of the Outing Club. As for sports, he plays left wing for both the Boys Water Polo and the Boys Soccer team, and he's a midfielder for Boys Lacrosse.
‖ Your current GPA/Average Grades ‖
3.5; A's and B's—though he's very sure he'd get straight A's if he didn't keep skipping class so much.
‖ Study Habits ‖
He's quite intelligent, so he can get away with fairly high marks with only a minimal amount of work. He's kind of a slacker though, with a tendency to skip class when it gets to the boring bits. Sometimes he doesn't even turn up to school at all.
‖ Schedule ‖
01 ‖ MANDARIN CHINESE 8
02 ‖ PHOTO ART – ADVANCED
03 ‖ ENGLISH 8
04 ‖ AMERICAN GOVERNMENT & ECONOMICS
05 ‖ PHYSIOLOGY
06 ‖ ENTREPRENEURSHIP/VIRTUAL ENTERPRISE
07 ‖ PROBABILITY/STATISTICS
08 ‖ PHYSICAL EDUCATION
09 ‖ LUNCH
It's been a long time coming. He was supposed to graduate last year, and he isn't too happy about being stuck in High School while the rest of his mates are off at Uni. He just can't wait to get it all over with, basically.
‖ What are you most looking forward to this year? ‖
Oh, the parties, definitely. And the games should be interesting as well.
‖ How do you feel about returning back to B.H.H.S? ‖
He resents having to endure another year in the US, but the parties and the people make it a lot more bearable.
‖ Group/Clique ‖
Royals
‖ How do you feel about your group/clique? ‖
He thinks some of them are a bunch of entitled prats, but Fab has come to like them. Most of them are actually genuinely interesting people that he's pleased to say he gets along with well enough. They can be pretty dramatic, but he likes watching them bicker anyway. It's like, top-notch entertainment. Definitely a hundred times better than anything on the telly.
‖ Are you happy with your place on the social ladder? ‖
Of course. Top-tier as always. Why shouldn't he be happy?
‖ If you could be in any other group/clique, which would it be and why? ‖
If drinking a fuck ton of booze and doing illegal shit in the middle of the night is what it takes, then he's sure he'd fit right in with the rebels. He might have to ditch his bespoke Savile Row sports coats for leather jackets, though.
‖ Do you plan on trying out or rejoining any sports/clubs? ‖
Fab's a member of the Outing Club. As for sports, he plays left wing for both the Boys Water Polo and the Boys Soccer team, and he's a midfielder for Boys Lacrosse.
‖ Your current GPA/Average Grades ‖
3.5; A's and B's—though he's very sure he'd get straight A's if he didn't keep skipping class so much.
‖ Study Habits ‖
He's quite intelligent, so he can get away with fairly high marks with only a minimal amount of work. He's kind of a slacker though, with a tendency to skip class when it gets to the boring bits. Sometimes he doesn't even turn up to school at all.
‖ Schedule ‖
01 ‖ MANDARIN CHINESE 8
02 ‖ PHOTO ART – ADVANCED
03 ‖ ENGLISH 8
04 ‖ AMERICAN GOVERNMENT & ECONOMICS
05 ‖ PHYSIOLOGY
06 ‖ ENTREPRENEURSHIP/VIRTUAL ENTERPRISE
07 ‖ PROBABILITY/STATISTICS
08 ‖ PHYSICAL EDUCATION
09 ‖ LUNCH
‖ Username ‖
Tumbleweed
‖ Timezone ‖
UTC+08:00
‖ How Often Do You Post? ‖
A couple times a week if college isn't being too much of a bitch.
Tumbleweed
‖ Timezone ‖
UTC+08:00
‖ How Often Do You Post? ‖
A couple times a week if college isn't being too much of a bitch.
