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Christian Raphael Gable Holloway

"Remember, I do not live to work, I work to live...."

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a character in “The Titanic: Ship of Dreams”, as played by Alise120

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-Name-
Christian Raphael Gable Holloway

-Age-
Twenty-two

-Class-
First Class

-Famous Nickname(s)-
Chris
The Great Lover
The Original Casanova
Golden Boy
Angel Raphael
Mr. Valentine
Ladies lover man

-Reason for travelling to America-
Being an American citizen, Christian was on vacation in Europe. He was also visiting and spending time with family who still live in Austria.

-Appearance-
Christian doesn't like to embellish to much on his appearance. But if he must, then he will describe for you. Straight-nosed, he looks like a proper gentleman (on film mostly) but most times he can look like a brute or he could be both, blended, giving him the enticing exotic persona. His crystal blue eyes command your attention, telling you to come closer if you dare. Silken beautifully, his slightly tapered spiked hair is of a light brunette hue; his hair used to be light blonde when he was a baby. Christian is tall, above six-two, and is very muscular from working out in his gym daily in the morning and playing various sports outdoors (But he doesn't like to brag about that, amusingly).

Skin complected, it's a bit on the ivory pale side but has a shimmery golden glow to it for being in great health and shape. Pinkish full lips, pearly whites, a thin narrow nose, profound chin, nicely shaped ears, nicely trimmed eyebrows, and rose-hued cheeks add to his alluring facial profile, making the viewer be enthralled and hypnotized to no end. Again regarding to his face, it has a soft youthful, almost child-like, appearance to it making him look younger then what he really is; that's if he doesn't have a five o'clock shadow.

Regards with attire, he loves to keep it simple, clean, and pristine. His favorite colors for apparel is of earth-tone. Christian rarely wears expensive clothes, he blending in with the "average Joe" circle. But when he has to go to important events, soirees and dinner dates, he goes all out, dressing to the nines in pressed tailor expensive European fresh-cut suits. For his everyday wear, he just puts on a nice clean button down turned up sleeve shirt with cowboy blue jeans and, oddly, laced up brown boots. Having jewelry, he sticks with his father's watch. On occasion though, he wears the latest watches, cuff-links, and pendants.

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-Personality-
Most people would think that Christian had a "Casanova" sexually driven bad boy persona about him, seeing him in mostly movie roles that represented him as like, but if they knew him personally, which were only a selected few, he had an "angelically complicated" personality. So let's show his real personality from the false cinema one.

First glance, automatically, you wouldn't know what to say to him because by then he would bore into your eyes silently, almost as if he was piercing your soul with his intense gaze. Introductions aren't Christian's cup-of-tea and he would rather the person come up to him and introduce themselves first. Only a few, that he would know personally, would have him come up to them first. Extremely practical, Christian's world remains in reality, he never bringing his movie characters out in his real persona. To him, his characters were to be trapped inside the screen, never to be taken seriously. He can be kind and thoughtful when he wants but he can be the total opposite, being cynical, cold-hearted and unforgiving, when he has been crossed and wronged.

Self -discipline is his middle name. Perfection is in his blood. Intelligence he regards highly. Being completely complex is his second nature. He is human as well, having a folly here and there. He can be aloof and detached from the world; he's not much of a sentimental fool. He is overtly critical and can be too demanding at times. He hates ignorance and stupid behavior. Yet when he finds, in his vision, "the one", you can be reassured that the lady will be a very lucky one....that's if she can past his "tests" with flying colors. On a positive note, Christian is extremely loyal, kind, considerate and helpful to special people in his life (Especially his mother who is very near and dear to him).

Meaning you will never again feel unloved or uncared for, in your entire life. His love will burn for you with a steady flame, which will never flicker even for a minute. You will be rewarded with a friend, family member, lover, a future father and husband who is totally sincere, patient, dependable and forever loving. You will never have to worry about stability again, whether it is emotional or financial. Now how lucky the people in his life that are close to him! But doesn't Christian have high standards with people and can be very complicated to get close to most of the time?

I think so too....

-Brief History-
Though the phrase "Ladies lover man" and "The original Casanova" has been applied to many male actors over the years, but the majority of people, even today, say the designation truly fits only one individual: Christian Raphael Gable Holloway. He often played the villain who always got away with it because the woman wanted to be with him and his dangerous adventures, eventually turning her naughty with him. Women, who were patriotic fans, went crazy for his dark, mysterious looks, and wanton ways he treated his leading heroine lady, both in sharp contrast to the "boy next door" films of the time. At public appearances, fans mobbed him and tore at his hair and clothes, trying to get a piece of him that they would cherish forever. On film, Christian stole the hearts of many and kept it safe with him. His crystal bright blue eyes pierced the soul, reaching in and snatching it out with little hassle, while on screen. He even controlled his leading ladies with the simple "come-hither" look. Dubbed “The Great Lover”, Christian became one of the greatest romantic idols of Hollywood's silver silent movies.

Christian was born in Vienna, Austria, to a solidly middle-class family (his English father was a veterinarian), in the same year as the invention of cinema. When he was in grade school, he was a valedictorian, even when he went on to high school. Education meant the world to him and he would broaden his mind on a daily basis. In his higher grade years, he went off to boarding school; he studied and qualified in Agricultural Science at Nervi in Genoa, Italy. His parents were very proud of him and would reward him for his great efforts. A year later, his father died of an unknown disease. This put Christian and his mother in a deep depression that never fully healed them. The small family also lost a lot of money since the father was the original bread winner. To take his mind off his father's death and to help out, he dropped out of school altogether, reluctantly, supporting his mother and himself with odd dead-in jobs. When he turned fifteen, he and his mother left for America, following the advice of Domenico Savino, a friend of his and of future tenor Tito Schipa, hopping to find a better career opportunity that he couldn't get back at home.They landed in New York where he worked for a while as a tango dancer and obtained a certain local fame. He also began studying to be an actor, playing in Broadway musicals as an extra. Through the kindness of his fellow vaudevillian friend Alla Nazimova, he was hired to dance in a musical which shortly disbanded aborning in Utah.

Stuck in Utah for sometime, now eighteen, Christian had to hustle again for him and his mother who also went with him. Back down on "ground zero", he was struggling once again with no fame (or local fame for that matter) supporting him. Things seem to be bleak and at a stalemate for a while but through sheer determination, work, and sweat, he drudge up enough money to get two tickets to Hollywood. There, after traveling exhaustingly, he met and befriended actor Norman Kerry, who convinced him to try a career in cinema. Christian agreed willingly, having not much to lose, and signed up to play an extra in a silent movie called, Big Whoop!. From there he started to gain more recognition, one studio in particular, Warner Bros., gave him a second look, bringing him in immediately to be cast in one of the lead roles, as "Julio", in the big smash hit movie The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. That is when he gained maximum super-stardom. The audiences, especially the females, loved him and, surprisingly, cheered for his bad boy and casanova characters. He was now treated like royalty, he being lavished and don with the greatest. He then co-starred with Agnes Ayres in a movie called, The Sheik; a tatty, unsophisticated adaptation of E.M. Hull's exotic novel. Despite the film's shortcomings, Holloway's magnetic exotic personality permeated every frame, uplifting the film to all-time greatest, firmly establishing him as a star of the first rank. Through nineteen to twenty-one years of age, Holloway made film after film of pure finesse, that included: The Battle of the Sexes, Blood and Sand, Cobra, Out of Luck, Passion's Playground, and so forth.

He also met and now long time friend, Leslie, who was also in first rank of movie stars, they working on several films together as well. Christian supported Leslie and the feminist cause, helping out as best as he could regards to funding and commercial success. Fame never phased him though, and he would often say and once in an interview, "Fame isn't my personal friend.... Remember, I do not live to work, I work to live....". That meant he never took his status and being a celebrity seriously, remaining humble in his ways. Now twenty-two, deep to his chin success, he traveled briefly back to Austria, to visit family members who he didn't see in a long while. His mother couldn't accompany him because she was briefly ill, so she stayed back at the Holloway estate, being closely guarded, tended to, and immensely pampered. After a two month stay, he took a train back to the English channel, which helped him board the ill-fated Titanic. There he met up with Leslie and her mother. All three didn't know that soon their lives might be at stake, oblivious to the future events that were about to unfold.

And so of Holloway's history so far....but will it end there when the Titanic goes down one ill-fated icy cold night....

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-Any special possession(s)-
A silver plated Tiffany's watch that used to be Christian's father's when he passed away. He also has a diamond brooch from his beloved mother who lives with him and he takes care of her (He keeps it in his pocket at all times; it being good luck for him)

-Relationship Status-
As of now Christian's "status" is "flying solo" right now; mainly focusing on his acting career. To sum it up simply, no lucky girl has peeked his interest to lavish her in romance and love yet.

-Traveling companion(s)-
Christian met up with Leslie when they were in Britain boarding the Titanic there. (So you can say that he is traveling with her and her mother back to the states)

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So begins...

Christian Raphael Gable Holloway's Story

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Character Portrait: Rachel Y. Schindler Character Portrait: Leslie Jean Harlow Carpentier Character Portrait: Jacqueline Deschanel Character Portrait: Jacques Vallembrose Character Portrait: Marcus Crawley Character Portrait: Christian Raphael Gable Holloway Character Portrait: Georgiana Crawley
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Jacqueline reached Jacques side and was about to speak when the boat shifted underneath her. She wavered slightly but did not fall for it was only a slight movement as the ship moved away from the dock. The cheers and shouts of goodbye became deafening as people scrambled to make their way to the edge of the ship to wave to their loved ones, faces alight with excitement and joy.

"And so it begins!" Jacques said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two brunettes.

"Do you think they will come to the port in France to see us before we leave for America?" Jacqueline mused, dark chocolate brown eyes now looking over the ship's deck at the other passengers. Her usually light tone had darkened slightly. She was talking about her father and step mother, of course, but had little hope that either would take the time to make the trip to the coast. She was not close with either of them, but that was not by her own choice.

Jacques shrugged his broad shoulders, shaking his head once and tipping his hat back to get a better look down at Jacqueline, "You know they are busy, Jacquie. Besides, we have more exciting things to be doing than wasting time waving goodbye to a crowd! Now, buck up.. or whatever it is that the American's say." He said with a boyish grin, pushing himself away from the edge of the ship and turned to head towards the stairs when he saw a young woman stagger into the stunning blonde girl from before, who was on the rail. For one brief second he thought she was going to slip backwards off the ship but she managed to regain her balance. He let out a sigh and shook his head, "See? That is why you shouldn't hang on the rails. I love you, Colombe, but I'm not sure if I love you enough to jump into the Atlantic to save your pretty little behind."

Jacqueline looked towards where he had been looking, seeing the two beautiful young women now conversing. "I bet you would jump in after her, Jacques. Either one of them actually." She teased in irritation, not commenting on his warning. Truth of the matter was that she would certainly be hanging off the railing at some point or another, how could she not? She opened her mouth to make another remark and then shut it promptly when a man stepped into her view of the two women, a protective arm around the blonde girl. He was tall, perhaps even taller than her step brother, and handsome in a somewhat stern English way. He was broad and muscular, with a suave appearance and confident stance. There was more of a reserved sexuality about him than the men she had met in the past who walked around exuding sex appeal. Truth be told, it got boring after a while...

"Don't be so quick to judge me, darling." Jacques said in a low whisper as he leaned in closely to her ear, eyes following her gaze to the gentlemen across the ship deck with a knowing smile. Before she could make a retort he pushed himself off the railing and walked back towards the upper deck, mounting the stairs in confident strides, leaving Jacqueline alone on the deck glaring at his retreating back. As he was walking up the steps he heard an odd voice that was deep though had a distinctly feminine edge to it.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!", Leslie retorted at them causing the couple to speed up their walking.

His mouth broke into an amused smile as he continued up the steps and saw an odd pair appear at the top of the large flight of steps. Their was an older gentlemen in a fine three piece black suit, bifcols, and a beard that looked slightly askew. Next to him was a lad, or so it appeared, dressed in all white with white-blonde hair and sunglasses. They were laughing hysterically, causing even more people to stare and walk quickly past them but he slowed his pace.

"I got it! I'm Monsieur LaRue and your my son, Cristo Giovanni", he giving fake names for the both of them with much gleeful chipper.

"Don't you just hate it when you forget your name?" Jacques spoke as the pair came within a few steps from him, mouth pulled into an amused smile, and laughed, "I find that writing it on my hand seems to help. Or making up a little rhyme to jump start my memory." He added, walking up the remaining steps until he was the only one close to the pair. He had no idea who the two were, whether they were first class or not, but he knew a disguise when he saw one. Men of importance (and women) who came to the red light district often wore disguises and he had gotten quite good at detecting it.

He chuckled and stepped to the side, gesturing for them to continue while he smiled in an amused and knowing way at the pair, "My apologies for stopping you, have a lovely day." He said and took a step to leave before turning and adding, "Oh, Monsieur LaRue, your beard is a tad crooked." He said and with that made his way to the top of the stairs and towards the doors that would lead inside.

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All she gave was a nod!?!?! This lady was really reserved! Christian couldn't help but snicker under his breath again, amused at her realization of him looking at her. "This should be good....", he thought as he slowly put his novel down, this time fully putting his attention onto her. She was going to notice him this time looking at her but this time with his piercing light blue eyes burning on her person.

He began to raise from his seat, walking over to where she was. Christian never really approached people first but seeing that he was thoroughly bored as well as interested in "Allura", it wouldn't hurt him to do it just that once. "Hello, what might be your name?...", he asked simply to her, his voice low for only her ears to understand. His gaze continued to stare in her eyes, waiting for an offer to join her at her table.

Though he was curious to know what background she came from, he really wanted to know about "her" and what her personality was all about. Was she stuck up? Was she conceited? Or Was she reserved?.... Wait! He already knew that she was reserved. He began to chuckle within his mind at the obvious fact....

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Rachel walked down the stairs to the dining room. Looking around the crowded room, she made her way through the crowd carefully to an empty table. A waiter made his way up to her. "Do you want to order now, miss?" Rachel smiled charmingly. "No, not now, I'll call later for you later, okay?" Slightly dazed, the waiter bowed and walked off.

The minute the waiter was gone, Rachel's eyes roamed around the crowd. She was hoping to see the lady from earlier that morning. Her eyes landed on a particular table. The young lady was there, but she was sitting with a man Rachel had never seen before. Should she go over and say hello? After a moment of deliberation, Rachel got up and walked over to them. She stood in front of both. "Hello. Sorry for running off earlier like that. Am I interrupting anything?"

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Lena stared at the ceiling as she lay in her third class bunk. She had been the second person to get into their room of six, and she had quickly jumped onto one of the top bunks - there was no way that she was sleeping underneath something that could crush her in a second if it snapped. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, because the Titanic was supposed to be "The Ship Of Dreams" and it was built to perfection. Even the steerage rooms were the best that she had ever seen in her life - they were better than her small family flat in Belfast. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she traced the swirling pattern that twisted along the ceiling. She was dressed in a comfortable, but plain dress. She didn't have many things that covered up the entirety of her body or didn't show off her curves; she hadn't enough money to buy two sets of clothing - one for work and one for every day life, so she just focused on the more important of the two. Her work.

She slowly sat up and dragged a hand through her messy hair, getting stuck on a few knots as she did so. She then climbed down from her bunk, avoiding the other two women who were now talking quietly in the room, and she left. She hadn't had time to explore this ship yet and she was going to start now - maybe by the time that the ship docked in New York, she would have finished! A soft song played on her lips as she trundled through the corridors, weaving in and out of the stragglers with their trunks in the hallways, still trying to find their rooms, or trying to use the key to unlock them. She stopped to help one family with their luggage, as it was falling about everywhere, as the mother and father had no more arms spare as they were carrying children and the details for their room. She carried their bags in for them and bid them a farewell, as she again made her way around the ship. She wanted to begin on the boat deck and look out at the beautiful horizon. Lenora wasn't paying much attention to the signs as she made her way up the winding staircases, and it only dawned on her that the scenery was becoming more and more ornate and beautiful, the further she went up. A small, mischievous smile played on her lips as she carried on up the stairs, and soon she saw a sign saying "A Deck."

"Hello Miss, are you from first class?" A steward wearing a perfectly while outfit asked her, smiling politely. Wow, okay, she could pass for a first class passenger? Maybe this outfit was a little more revealing than she expected.
"Yes, yes I am." She smiled, bringing her hands in front of her, clasping them poshly at her waist. Her thick Irish accent shone through in her voice, as well as her colloquial tone indicating straight away that she wasn't first class. From here, she knew she was busted.
"Because I didn't see you come in, and it's my job to know every single one of my passengers."
"Okay, you got me, I'm a second class passenger. However, I'm just so curious to see what first class looks like. Would you, please, let me just take look? I will not over stay my welcome, I promise." A flirtatious smile flitted upon her lips, one that she knew all too well from her job back in Belfast.
"Well, I suppose, M'Lady. Just don't tell anyone I let you through." He winked at her, before opening the gates and letting her in.

Lena felt lost walking around underneath the glittering chandeliers of first class, and she couldn't stop her mouth from falling open slightly. She had never seen anything like this before, and it overwhelmed her. She wandered around, taking a glance at everything that she passed, trying to avoid bumping into these upper class people who were late to lunch. Lunch, eh? That smile appeared on her lips again as she pulled the cheap hair-band off of her wrist, and wrapped it around her hair, pulling it back like this to fit in some more. A waiter, who looked more Italian than English directed her over to one of the remaining tables with empty seats, along with a blonde woman and a male who were talking. Another female had just joined too, and she slowly sat down in the seat, her eyes turning into saucers as she saw the amount of cutlery there was to use.

Good going Lena. Now what!?"




"Perché tu sei meglio di me! Sei interessato solo i vostri soldi ei vostri gioielli, invece di morale e dei valori?" Angelo knew that the woman who had flung him out of her cabin had no idea what he was saying, but that was her fault for not having paid her tutor to teach her Italian as well. He sighed as he picked himself up from the floor and straightened out his White Star Line waiter's outfit, and fixing his bow tie so that it looked perfect once again. He had knocked on the door, and waited like a gentleman until he heard the lady say "come in." Well, what he thought was "come in." It was actually, "don't come in", but he hadn't heard the prefix to the sentence. So, he had walked in, offering to escort this upper class lady to the dining hall for lunch, and he caught her getting changed. She had flipped out at him, and even though he apologized profusely, she hadn't forgiven him and shoved him out of the room, slamming the door into his face, clipping his nose.

The class differences on this ship were so distinct that it frightened Angel slightly, and he took in a deep breath before he made his way back to the dining hall. It was a completely different world here, one that he wasn't used to, but wanted to be. He wasn't even supposed to be here! He had explained his situation by saying that Giovanni had come down incredibly ill, and that because they were such close friends, he had offered him the position and he had graciously and quickly accepted. It took a lot of convincing to the stewards to actually let him into first class, and he even had to get an officer down to explain the situation to them, again showing the class divisions that he so hated.

Angel smiled politely as the women, men and children entered into the dining hall, trying to ignore the pain that was throbbing in his nose as he stood there. That old bag had actually clipped his nose quiet hard, and it was hurting. But, he didn't let it show, as that would just be "oh so incredibly bad, showing the first class passengers that those of another status also had feelings too", so he ignored it. Once everyone was seated, including a girl that he didn't recognize, probably from second class, he started taking the orders of the people at tables. The choice on this ship was extreme, so extreme that without the pencil and paper that he had in front of him, he wouldn't have been able to remember everything.

Angel walked over to where he had seated the brunette girl, and he smiled down at them. He had sat her with a blonde woman, Georgiana Crawley, and Christian Holloway, who had just started a conversation. "May I take your lunch orders, signorinas e signor?"

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"Yes. Yes, I am Rachel Schindler." Rachel smiled. "Thank you for the invitation." Saying so, Rachel pulled out a chair and sat down in it. Turning to the waiter, she said, "chicken ham sandwich on rye, please."

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Jacqueline had decided to explore the Titanic a little further, opting for an earlier lunch. This decision caused her to miss the large group now sitting together (Georgiana, Rachel, Christian, and the others) but she hardly would have cared. There were far too many wonderful things to see on the ship to waste time sitting down for a sandwich with strangers. She had ordered a salad and eaten it on a small elegant patio some time earlier and, once finished, had quickly left and made her way down to second class. She wandered through the halls, elegant white dress swirling around her calves as she took long confident strides. She stopped to chat with some people, but rarely stayed too long in a conversation. As long as she was alone she wanted to explore the ship, and she knew that Jacques would eventually catch up with her and insist she stay in first class.

She looked quite out of place, even in second class, with her well polished hair, expensive dress, and elaborate hair pin though she hardly noticed or cared. Her dark chocolate eyes locked with strangers, a mischievous and flirtatious glint in them, as she continued to explore the Titanic.

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Jacques found himself in the beautiful dining room, casually walking around the edge of it while his eyes danced lazily over his surroundings, looking for an empty chair. His conversation with that woman-man had caused him to be later than he would have liked for lunch and thus, nearly every table was full.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a preference as to where you would like to be seated?"

He turned to see a young blonde boy smiling eagerly at him, obviously very pleased that he was working on the ship. Jacques smiled in return and chuckled, "As long as there are beautiful women at the table, I don't care where I am seated young lad." He replied causing the boy to laugh sheepishly and quickly lead him into the thick of tables. A few times he glanced back at Jacques to see if he liked the table he was leading them to, but Jacques politely shook his head and they moved on. Finally the boy lead him towards a table of people who were vaguely recognizable: Georgiana, the girl that had bumped into her, and the peculiarly dressed man that had been with the man-woman. Perfect.

"I've got it from here." He said to the boy and made a beeline for the table, stopping the waiter just as he was leaving.

"Excuse me, so sorry to turn up to this table late, but could I have the beef in the romande sauce with some fine wild rice? Thanks so much." He said to the waiter (Angel) and then promptly took the last remaining seat at the table, a wide handsome grin on his face.

"Hello everyone. Lovely to see you again," he said, smiling cooly at the stunning blonde from the deck, "and you Monsieur LaRue it has been too long." He said barely allowing the man a moment of a attention before he glanced towards the final member of the table. "My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself. I am Jacques Vallembrose and what might be your names?" He asked the two beautiful women.

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Georgiana once again smiled at Rachel "You are most welcome" she answered before turning back to the waiter, Angel to catch his attention before he went to fetch their order "also please can we have a jug of water?" she asked having finished her tea.

"Excuse me, so sorry to turn up to this table late, but could I have the beef in the romande sauce with some fine wild rice? Thanks so much." Upon hearing the voice with the thick French accent, Georgiana turned her head and looked at the man who had promptly joined their table, she instantly recognized him as Jacqueline's brother, offering him a kind smile her stomach leaped slightly at the handsome, mysterious Frenchman, she groaned inwardly feeling like a young, naive girl once more at this childish crush she seemed to be developing.

Georgiana could feel his blue eyes bearing down on her as a cool smile graced his lips "My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself. I am Jacques Vallembrose and what might be your names?"

"Georgiana Crawley" she smiled brightly holding out her gloved hand for him to shake "You are Jacqueline's brother are you not?" she enquired.