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Mikhail Yves Roux

"Who'd have thought I'd wind up teaching before I even reached 30?"

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a character in “Come Dance With Me”, originally authored by maccotango, as played by RolePlayGateway

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FULL NAME
      Mikhail Yves Roux

AGE
      Twenty-eight

GENDER
      Male

TYPE
      Ballet and Jazz

SEXUALITY
      Aromantic Bisexual

NATIONALITY
      American


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HEIGHT
      185 cm (a little over 6 feet)

WEIGHT
      88 kg (around 194 pounds)

HAIR COLOR
      Dark auburn

EYE COLOR
      Hazel

SKIN TONE
      Tanned

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      Yves is a far cry from the sissy pretty boy image most have when they think of ballerina boys. While he no longer performs on the stage, he still keeps to his old daily regimen. He's able to keep a toned body capable of carrying the weight of another while in movement. His face may not be traditionally handsome, but it's got a boyish rugged charm. Despite his rather intimidating size and strength, he moves with a quiet grace born from years of training in ballet. All of this together and you've got quite the package.

      His choice of attire often goes for comfort more than anything else. Yes, he does have an assortment of leotards but doesn't often wear them unless it's required. Nowadays he's usually found in sweatpants and a dry-fit shirt, occasionally switched up with a tank top. Sometimes you'll find a plaid shirt layered over the tank, or tied around his waist. When not in dancing gear he'll probably switch out the sweatpants for a worn pair of jeans, but there's not much difference visually. He's never been particular about the way he looks and some could say his offhanded charm is part of the reason why many find him attractive.



Apparently, being kind to everyone is a cruelty in itself.



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PERSONALITY
      ✦ CONFIDENT ✧ EASYGOING ✦ FORGETFUL ✧ UNATTACHED ✦

      For someone who's never had a steady romantic relationship in his life, Yves looks more grounded than a kid caught sneaking out. Confident but never arrogant, he's an amiable person who's easy to see as a second father figure in your life. Which probably shouldn't come off as surprising considering he is a father. It's not difficult to rely on him, and it's an additional burden he's often ready to accept, much to his own chagrin. He's simply never really had the heart to say no to someone who needed his help.

      For someone who likes helping others, he's certainly forgetful about the promises he makes. While it's occasionally endearing, it's this carelessness that's cost him a lot of relationships. Oh, you two had a date tonight? Sorry, he's probably practicing at the studio. Oops. He's the kind of person to forget anniversaries and most birthdays (unless it's his son's). And to be frank, he really feels unaffected by it all. He feels guilty whenever they get hurt by his actions, but it's not something he can't just shrug off after a night of sleep.

      Despite his passion for a number of things, chief of which are dancing and family, Yves rarely finds himself growing attached. He treats almost everyone equally, often hurting feelings in the process. However, it's this same detachment that makes him an excellent instructor. If he favors anyone in the group, you can bet it's purely due to talent and skill, and not their personality or appearance. While he may show a slight preference to those who practice the same style as he does, it's simply because he's more confident in teaching them what he knows.

      Honest as others are to him, he himself finds it difficult to openly vent out his frustrations and troubles. It's extremely difficult to get him pissed, but when he does it's probably one of the most frightening things you could ever witness. When there's something bothering him, he'll often lapse into brooding silences and while his words will be few and far in between, he won't snap. Yves won't put up a front, but he won't let you pry either. It's a habit that he developed as a child, wanting to assert his capabilities and independence on his protective parents.

      In reality, he's simply a man who struggles forming connections with others, masking it behind kindness. He's not ignorant of this, but simply finds the distance comfortable. Yves has no real plans on fixing it.


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LIKES
✦DANCE - This one shouldn't require too much thought. It's been his passion since childhood, and now it's his livelihood. He'll occasionally gripe about it, but when asked he'll immediately answer he loves it.
✧CHASE ROUX - He holds many things equally dear to him, and his son is amongst those. Ask him to choose between him and dance, and Yves will simply say he'll find a way to have both.
✦MUSIC - While it's pretty clear he prefers classical and jazz, Yves is often open to trying out new things. His personal playlist is an eclectic mix of everything from Lully to Lady Gaga to Fall Out Boy.
✧FOOD - He's pretty insistent about getting the proper nutrition, but doesn't sacrifice taste. He believes there's a way for him to tolerate brussels sprouts, he just hasn't found it yet.


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DISLIKES
      ✦LAZINESS - If there's anything he doesn't tolerate, it's that. If it's evident in you or your work, you can expect a strictness in his actions and tone. If you expect to perform well, you better pull your weight.
      ✧CACOPHONY - He's fine with a bit of noise; finds it calming at times in fact. It's when utter chaos breaks out that he feels the need physically beat down whoever's disrupting the peace.
      ✦COSTUMES - Yes, he knows they're required for work. And yes, he can appreciate them on others. But on himself? He always feels strange and often whines about how the material is itchy.
      ✧LIES - While he won't call someone out (unless needed) or raise hell about it, he's never been entirely comfortable with them. White lies are fine, but there's no need to lie about who you were with last night.


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TALENTS
      ✦DANCING - If becoming principal dancer of a reknown ballet company isn't proof enough of his skill, your standards are probably too high. His opinions in dance are respected - for good reason.
      ✧COOKING - He's been on his own for a while now, so he knows how to make a decent meal. Lately he's been forced to get creative for Chase's interests. Gotta teach the kid to eat broccoli and carrots somehow.
      ✦SEWING - Oftentimes you had to do minor repairs to your toe shoes yourself, which meant learning how to sew. He's pretty handy with a needle now, and can do small repairs and basic articles of clothing.
      ✧ATHLETICISM - He wouldn't be where he is today if his body couldn't take it. He's a natural born athlete, he just chose to dance instead of play baseball. There's nothing wrong with that.
      ✦FLEXIBLE - Both physically and mentally. He's never been one for defined structure, and he's open to many things as a result of his unorthodox upbringing. Adaptable's a good word for it.

FLAWS
      ✦FORGETFUL - Probably the least endearing thing about him. Don't trust him to remember important dates. Put an alert on his phone yourself if you want to make sure he'll show up.
      ✧DISTANT - The natural wall he built has never been broken down and quite frankly, Yves prefers it stays up. He's quite content raising his son alone, knowing that it can be done.
      ✦CONTEMPLATIVE - When he's in one of his moods, it's difficult to snap him out of it. It's a matter of having the patience and tolerance to wait until he manages to sort things out himself.
      ✧UNSYMPATHETIC - Due to his natural detachment, sometimes his words come off as insensitive without meaning to. It's difficult for him to empathically step into the shoes of another person.
      ✦MATHEMATICAL LOGIC - There was one other very good reason he pursued ballet with a fiery passion, and that was he sucked at all but the most basic forms of math. Let's hope Chase isn't the same.

FEARS
      ✦FAMILY DEATH - Like anyone who has loved ones, Yves fears the day they pass away. He doesn't even know what he'd do if Chase ever suddenly disappeared from his life.
      ✧PARALYSIS - Just the mere thought of losing the ability to move makes his chest feel tight. How was he supposed to provide for Chase, or continue doing what he loves with a body that didn't listen?
      ✦FREAK ACCIDENTS - Those things that just happen, and the fault simply can't be blamed on anyone/anything in particular. Like one day his toaster might malfunction and electrocute him.
      ✧INADEQUACY - Especially in his role as a father to Chase. Whatever his responsibility, he wants to fulfil it the best he can just so he can feel at ease with himself.
      ✦BIOLOGICAL FAMILY - For some reason, the knowledge that he has parents other than Nicolas and Gabriel has always frightened him. Yves has no wish to find or be found by them.



I don't believe in karma, but I believe that effort will eventually be rewarded.



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BIO
      Yves' upbringing was probably one of the most unorthodox, considering the fact he had two fathers. Nicolas Thames-Roux and Gabriel Roux was a homosexual couple, unusual given that they were down south in Cajun country. But the bayous was home for Gabriel, and while his family wasn't exactly the richest, they were old and respected blood, so they were tolerated. It didn't bother Yves in the least that he was adopted, or that he had no mother. He was more than happy with what he had, simply because he knew no other family than them, having been adopted by the age of two. While occasionally there'd be that bully in class, the auburn-haired lad proved stronger and would simply shrug off the insults that came his way. It hurt and pricked at his heart sometimes, but he was adamant to show everyone that his parents were raising him to be better. It was here that the emotional wall started developing, although it wasn't until he learnt to dance that it fully formed.

      He was pretty young back then, probably no older than seven, when Nicolas brought him to meet family up north. First time out of state, and it was to the Big Apple too. His aunt bought tickets for them to one of NYCB's performances, and it was simply love at first sight. For someone who found it difficult to grow attached to anything, his fixation with ballet proved to be a relief to his parents. They were extremely supportive of it his newfound interest and he wound up spending every weekend in the nearby city's dance studio. They had their initial misgivings of course; not because they were against the idea of Yves dancing, but because of the expected backlash he'd receive from his peers. But once again, Yves persevered. The more insults were thrown at him, the higher the wall grew. It didn't take him long to figure out that as long as he feigned indifference, treated them with an uncomfortable amount of kindness, they would leave him alone. Discomfort and guilt proved to be more effective than fists in his case.

      Life proceeded normally, years passing by with no incident. He completed the levels required in Vaganova; Yves proved good enough to perform as a soloist in the local performances and received recognition for his dancing. He even received an invitation to SAB, the school he'd been aiming for all along. But he chose to refuse the offer until he finished his secondary education, wanting to have at least that on his back should his talent not prove enough.

      High school was probably the best he'd ever been treated during his school years; the bullying had all but stopped completely. He was no longer the slight cutesy young boy he once was; his years of training had paid off and on a purely physical level he gave the school athletes a decent run for their money. His body both attracted and repelled people; bullies strayed away, and appreciative eyes wandered near. Yves' kind personality won him plenty of friends and started numerous relationships. But while he didn't mind introducing his partners to his parents, he never understood the feeling of crushing or being in love. He enjoyed the physical side well enough, but for some reason, found it difficult to form a relationship deeper than shallow affection. Not much different from how he treated his plentiful "friends". It didn't bother him at all. He'd already decided that he'd leave for NYC as soon as he could, and a week after graduation, he was off, barely even sparing a glance back.

      The Big Apple was quite a transition for the Cajun, but he had the guidance of his mentor to ease the way. He joined as a student of SAB, but it didn't take long until he was accepted into the corps de ballet of NYCB. The change in style didn't come easy for someone who'd been trained in Vaganova all his life, but Yves quickly found that Balanchine was much more suited to his tastes and was fast to adapt. By the time he was twenty-one, four years after he came to the city, he was already a soloist for NYCB, everyone applauding him for his extreme promise.

      It was in the ballet company that he met the "love of his life" though both he and Emily LaFreniere knew that was nothing but a joke. She was a choreographer, forced to give up dancing for performances due to an injury she sustained. Balanchine was known as the most dangerous ballet method for good reason, after all. They became fast friends, and soon after, sex friends. They promised and expected nothing of each other. Neither of them grew romantically attached, and for that reason they became each other's closest confidante. In fact, she was the one that introduced him to jazz, and he quickly found himself enamored with dance once again. Two years after his promotion and their relationship, Yves was a principal dancer of NYCB.

      It was only a matter of time in their off/on relationship that an accident would happen. That's how by the time he was twenty-five, Yves found himself at the altar with his best friend pregnant with his child. It was a marriage of convenience really; they tried, but the partnership didn't even last two years. All that mattered was that Chase Roux was legitimate. At least the two of them could be responsible on that matter, even if neither of them had the time to take care of a child.

      As guilt-ridden as he was, they both found it easier to leave Chase with his parents down south. It's not as if Yves had the time to give him the proper attention after all, as a rising star and principal dancer of NYCB. The next three years he spent performing all he could, eventually becoming a face associated with the company. While he remembered to visit his son, it was clear he wasn't devoting the time and affection he should to him. His fathers decided to give him a wake up call, Nicolas dropping a hint that Gabriel had taken an interest in raising and wrestling alligators, eventually turning it into a family business. Yves felt it was entirely possible, given how much of an oddball Gabriel was. So two months ago, he dropped everything to grab a plane ticket back home and quite literally picked up his son from his father's arms, shouting about how he refused to let him be raised as a gator wrestler.

      Spending time with his son forced him to re-evaluate his priorities. He knew his parents had manipulated him into taking Chase into his custody, but Yves knew it was with good intent. The lonely start to his own life was a bitter reminder that he shouldn't do the same to his own flesh and blood. And this was how he wound up resigning as a principal dancer a week ago. He vowed he'd be back, he just wanted to have a hand in raising his son until he was independent enough. He's still quite active in the school as an art and technical advisor, but decided to apply at the nearby dance studio due to its proximity and more flexible hours. He's hoping for an easy job, but from the sounds of what the coaches have in mind, it's going to be quite an uphill struggle.


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So begins...

Mikhail Yves Roux's Story

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Time: 8:45 PM
After all the students and coaches have had their day or reuniting a week before, now is the true reunite, where every student and coach gets over whatever feelings they had before and focus on the one thing that originally brought them back together in the first place: dance.
It was a last minute thing, seeing how the classes were to be schedule later, but it was clear no one could wait any long after having connected again so soon. It's dark, cold and dark and raining, yet comforting. The city of New York reminds many of home, when and where they used to practice together when times were less serious and dramatic.
Hopefully, that's still the case...
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Time: 20:45
Place: Studio

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I shouldn't be here...

Nakahara had walked into the studio about twenty minutes ago. The people whom were there didn't even get a glance from him as his brown hues as he started quite adamantly at the floor as he strode inside. Being a professional, punctuality was in his blood. He had kept his distance from the group that was gathered there, leaning his back into the far wall.

He had taken some days off of work for this get together, having a couple months off of his usual and mundane desk job. The work itself was easy, but the work place gave off a very lonely feeling. So far, this place didn't feel all that different. He had no one to blame but himself though, purposely keeping a bit of a distance from the others. It had been years since he saw them all after they had left, leaving him the only one to remain in the end. He wasn't hurt by that however, but felt that he was the one at fault. The past week wasn't much different. Sure some of them sort of got to know each other once more but Naka had locked himself in his room, not bothering to come out until he had to be at the studio. Even then he left at the crack of dawn so hardly no one even knew he was there.

He, like many others most likely, had received a sort of introductory letter that stated their classes and dancing groups. His dull eyes scanned over the page, though he didn't feel the need to complain about being around the most sexually charged people, at least as far as he could remember.

The Exotic Predator, Carmen Villegas Cordero. One of the few people who was older than Naka himself. His rather erotic and spontaneous behavior would normally be at odds with Naka's more calm and dead pan appearance.

The Prince Charming, Eli Blaine Brasher. The younger brother of Dimitri with what seems to be an obsession with his own chest flaunting. Despite being insincere, he was someone Naka could respect, if not be slightly uncomfortable around.

The Sin, Valentine Sinclair. She's not all that a person in the end, honestly. After all someone who's a die hard for Shakespeare can't be all that bad. Naka can't help but remember some cringe worthy incidents with this underclassmen back in the day.

Lastly was their dance leader, or choreographer of sorts, Mikhail Yves Roux. This is an envy inducing sight to behold for Naka, as he greatly revered both his skill and personality. Mikhail was everything Nakahara could never dream to be.

As his eyes scanned the paper, Naka could almost feel himself shrink smaller and smaller still. He was an introverted and picky child in the presence of the very visage of 'sex' or 'excellence'. He felt dwarfed in comparison, though he did not mind. This, in his mind, was at least a bit normal. He continued to read the page.

Duet dancing. It's not as bad as dancing on his own, however the idea of dancing with one these people under the specialty of a professionally trained ballet and jazz dancer was not something to be over the roof about. He preferred group dances that required little to no physical contact in the end. None of them were shy about getting all touchy feely, much to his distress.

"...?"

A look of surprise came across his face. He had noticed all his thoughts. He was getting nostalgic over the names. He was thinking of what his life would be like in dance once more. Thoughts of returning to his desk job didn't cross his mind for once. He felt... Almost happy.

Was this the best choice in the end, after all?

Of course not. It was only a matter of time until he stained the bonds with his cowardly ways.

He let out a long sigh, looking up from the paper and around the room.

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          Duet dancing... I don't even know how these kids dance in the first place The man stood alone in the dance studio, glancing at the bio sheets of his students. Hazel eyes would occasionally flicker to the windows outside, but he didn't really see the scenery offered. Instead, he saw tapes that'd he'd watched of the others, videos his colleagues had lent him so he'd have a better idea of what to expect. But he knew from experience that a recording could be extremely different from the real thing. He himself had been praised for having stage charisma, which was difficult to portray in a video.

          It was difficult being the new guy in the group; he hadn't been expecting this kind of job when he signed up after all. But he'd take what he could get. These four were under his tutelage and therefore, his responsibility. Yves was a lot of things, but a man who ran away from his duties wasn't one of them. Forgot about them? Maybe. He couldn't exactly help the fact that his memory functions were completely occupied by dance choreography.

          The sound of a door opening jolted him out of his reverie, and he turned his attention to the newcomer, an easy smile breaking out as he saw who it was. "Oh, hello Nakahara. You're early." Group dancing; a bit like those idol group dances from what he'd seen on the videos. Just generally a lot less cutesy he supposed. Definitely not his area of expertise. Nor was this class Nakahara's but he supposed it was to expand his horizons a bit. He gave the lad a cursory glance; it didn't look as if he did any sort of muscle training, which might prove cumbersome to him in the future. Yves might be proven wrong when he danced, but the style he used didn't seem to encourage toning his core really. He brought out a pen from the pocket of his pants, quickly scribbling a note on Nakahara's bio sheet.

          When he was done, he placed the papers on the lone chair in the room, keeping it safe within a plastic envelope. The Cajun would write notes on the rest later, when they actually arrived. He'd need to personally see what changed for the individuals since the recorded performances he watched last night.

          Stretching his arms above his head, he looked towards the other lone occupant of the room. "We can start basic stretching while we wait for everyone else." The black shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin, moving with him as he went through the motions. It was clear he was expecting Nakahara to follow him, already moving towards one of the mirrored walls he'd designated as the "front" of the class.

          Neither of them spoke for five minutes as they performed the basic exercises. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but Yves felt the need to fill it all the same. The man did need to speak up more after all. "Nakahara, have you ever done muscle training before?" Might as well make productive use of the noise.