Full Name
Christofer Alan Bone
Nick Names
Chris and Bone
Age
25 years old
Role
Paris Residents 1
Love Interest
Friend one
Distinct Markings
Chris tends to keep himself looking as professional as possible, but as of late with the upcoming trip to Paris, he's let his hair grow a bit longer and has ever started growth on bit of a beard. As for scars Chris has one right across his back from when he fell out of a tree when he was little, as a little boy he was so proud to announce that it took 15 stitches to sow it back up again, he also has a small scar above his left eye, he likes to say it was a rock climbing accident but really it was a frying pan his wife had thrown at him. He has no tattoos or piercing's as he doesn't much like needles or needless holes in his body.
Appearance
Chris has lovely light blue eyes, and dark brown hair. He's around 6 feet and is around 160 pounds. He tries to keep up at the gym and runs but he has no real muscle mass to prove he does so. He's fairly lanky and thin. Generally he is seen with a nice suit on, some designer brand, and often looks very professional, his line of work requires that he makes a good first impression. But when Chris is alone he dons jeans and old t-shirts like any man.
Likes
Travelling, for work or pleasure. Chris enjoys going to different places to meet new people.
Soccer(football he calls it)- He's a big fan of the Dutch team as well as his home team.
Honey roasted peanuts- they are his favourite snack food.
His Son- When Chris is home it is not his wife that he look forward to seeing most but rather his 2 year old son. His name is Peter.
Dislikes
Confrontation- Chris cant stand fighting and often will retreat and run away if he feel like a fight will come on
Early rising- He often books his flights and busses in the afternoon so he can sleep in a little longer. Chris is not a morning person
The smell of coffee- He cant even drink it, the smell often makes him feel sick
Cat's- he allergic and therefor thinks he has a good reason to dislike the nasty buggers.
Secrets
Chris has a son whom he loves dearly but he doesn't talk about him with anyone, his work doesn't even know he has a family.
Chris has a wife who he stopped loving long ago, it had been a fling and now according to he she is suppressed and cant do anything. This causes her to be angry and to lash out quite violently against him. He doesn't wear his wedding ring anymore, He's ashamed and frightened of his wife.
Chris isn't happy, even through he tries not so show it, he wants to leave his wife and take his son far away from her but he is too intimidated by her to even try.
Personality
Chris is as much kind as he is a coward. He's the guy that will buy a cup of coffee for a homeless man and stop and listen a while to street musicians. He likes volunteering as well as doing odd favours for his friends and neighbours. On the other hand if he feels that a fight or some event might escalate he will find some excuse to be home and hide there as quick as he can. He's a modest fellow and doesn't like to tell people that he is filthy rich, he finds the fight more if they know such things so he prefers to keep it a secret and act like he is on a tight budget along with the rest of the world. Chris isn't a shy person and he'll walk up to most anyone and strike up a conversation with them just because he feels like it. He's a compelling person and can convince people to do most anything. Chris is a patient person as well as very reserved about his feeling, he only shows what he wants. It was a trick he had to learn when dealing with his wife, if he had looked too happy she would blame him for being selfish and not supporting her as a good wife.
History
Chris' future was laid out for him the moment he was born. Born to a wealthy family that was running the major oil business in Ireland made a most important person. He was sent to all the finest school and was given the finest things. Had it not been for his mother Chris would have been a very spoiled boy indeed, she taught him the things that school didn't teach. She showed him all her favourite books, most were stories of a prince coming to save his princess and all had taught him that kindness was a valuable virtue as it made him feel good as well as the receiver. He spent most of his time with his mother reading wonderful books and going out into town together to meet people as well as volunteer.
When the time came to go to collage he was sent to England where he met he wife. They started out as very causal friends, hooking here and there. He thought he loved her. She was so beautiful and such and amazing lover that he was convinced that what he was feeling was love rather than lust. So after his first year he got down on his knee and asked her to be his to which she gladly agreed. Chris took his fiancΓ© home to meet the family and they were married a few months later. They found out the night after that she was already three months pregnant. He naturally figured that he was the father as they had been together longer than that and hadn't considered that she might have been with another. The first few months of their marriage were happy ones, but Chris would always remember the night when his parents had a lavish dinner party at their manor in Dublin. They had dressed up all fancy and went together, at the party they had split up to mingle and Chris found himself talking to a rather attractive young woman who was quite eager to join the company. Chris was impressed by her enthusiasm and they spent a great deal of time talking oil rigs and profits. Their talking did not go unnoticed. When they got home Christofer was quite happy with the nights events and he never even expected that she might hit him.
After that he found excuses to go on all sorts of business trips for the company and eventually when his father died just before the birth of his son did he take over as head of the company. He now find himself renting an apartment in downtown Paris for a few months so he can conduct important business with the French division.
Steal Away||Celtic Thunder
Steal away, let's steal away,
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.
Ooooh, ooooh
Let's steal away and chase our dream,
And hope they never find us.
The deary days, the empty nights,
We'll leave them all behind us.
Ooooh, aaaaah
Steal away, let's steal away
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.
Oooooh.
We'll leave with just our memories,
And make a new beginning.
We have to choose,
To win or lose,
And it's time we started winning.
Mmmmm, aaaaah
Steal away, let's steal away,
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.
Steal away, let's steal away,
No reason left to stay.
For me and you,
Let's start anew,
And darlin' steal away.