{"Such wind as scatters young men through the world
To seek their fortunes farther than at home.β}
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Paris Victor
|{Age}|
23
|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual
|{Occupation}|
Photographer/Artist
|{Role}|
Petruchio||The Taming of the Shrew
|{Appearance}|
Much like his personality, Paris's looks are attention-grabbing to say the least.Pulling mostly from his father's side of the family, he has a strong, angular jaw; a long nose; thick, dark eyebrows; deep-set eyes; and full, uneven lips. From his mother he got his dark brown eyes and curly brown hair, which he usually keeps just short enough to hide the curl. His features are very expressive, and his lack of inhibitions allows most of his emotions to show quite clearly on his face. He is about six feet tall with an athletic build and golden skin. His facial hair changes as often as his location: one day he'll be sporting a neatly trimmed beard, and the next he'll be clean-shaven.
|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Traveling || Photography
People-watching || Painting/drawing
|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Getting cut off || Financial dependence
Needles || Tactlessness
Getting trapped || Tight Spaces
|{Family Tree}
Edward Victor || Father
Lucille Victor || Mother
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|{Personality}|
Boisterous || Eccentric || Quick-witted || Honest || Intelligent || Artistic
Paris is the type of man that people either love or hate. He is as straightforward as he is loud, and he nearly always has something to say. He doesn't bother with the flowery words and formalities that others use, and his bluntness and lack of filter often gets him in trouble. He likes to travel off the beaten path, rarely following social convention and paying manners no mind. Despite his rough-around-the-edges nature, Paris has dedicated his life to art, and he seeks to help the less fortunate through his creations. He's much more sentimental than he lets on, and he often takes small souvenirs from places he visits.
|{History}|
Paris Victor was born in Stratford, England, on July 10th, 23 years ago. His parents, multimillionaires Edward and Lucille Victor, were thrilled with the arrival of their first child and excited to have more children. Mere months after Paris's birth, however, a devastating illness struck mother and child. Paris made a full recovery, but Lucille was left irreversibly barren. Thus, the boy began his life with a silver spoon and doting, obscenely wealthy parents. While being an only child had many benefits, such as his whims being indulged and his interests being fully supported, it also came with many expectations from his parents. Early on, they let him know in no uncertain terms that he would be spending his adult life as a surgeon. He was fine with this, even excited himself, until he got his first camera at the age of fifteen on a trip to Paris, his namesake city and the place his parents fell in love.
It was love at first snap for him, and he knew he would never be a doctor like his parents wanted. From that moment on, he could rarely be seen without his camera, and he was obsessed with photography as an art form. Often, he used the painting and drawing skills he had cultivated when he was younger to create even more beautiful works of art, painting directly on the glossy photos or getting them printed on canvases. While his parents supported his hobby, they expressly forbid him from pursuing it as a career. He went on to major in Pre-Med at Oxford University, but he dropped out at the age of 20 without telling his parents.
For three years, he has traveled the world on his parents' dime making the art that he dreamed of making and telling his parents that he's volunteering as a first aid administrator. He has had plain photographs published in such works as National Geographic and many other famous and world-renowned publications under a pseudonym, but he keeps his art hidden away for fear that his recognizable style would catch his parents' attention. He knows that if they ever find out he's lying to them, they'll cut him off or force him to go home, so he is searching for a rich spouse to fund his luxurious lifestyle before his parents dig too deep. His search continues when a photograph competition in Verona, Pennsylvania, caught his attention, along with the history and many beautiful sights of the city.
|{Theme Song}
"Where Did The Party Go"
by Fall Out Boy
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
I'm here to collect your hearts
It's the only reason that I sing
I don't believe a word you say but I can't stop listening
This is the story of how they met
Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes
When she touched him he turned ruby red
A story that they'll never forget
Never forget
And all the boys are smoking menthols
Girls are getting back rubs
I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough
My old aches become new again
My old friends become exes again
Whoa, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Whoa, where did the party go?
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
I know I expect too much
And not enough all at once
You know I only wanted fun then you got me all fucked up on love
Oh I hoped for your name on the Ouija Board
And your naked magic, oh dear Lord
You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV, love on TV
And all the boys are smoking menthols
Girls are getting back rubs
I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough
My old aches become new again
My old friends become exes again, yeah
Whoa, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Whoa, where did the party go?
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
We were the kids who screamed
"We weren't the same, " in sweaty rooms
Now we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets like tombs
Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema life
So let's fade away together one dream at a time
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Whoa, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Whoa, where did the party go?
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
|{Face Claim}
Theo James
Character Dialogue || #193a24