theodore rodney roquefort !

[echo]

"believe in yourself! have faith in your abilities! without humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy" - norman vincent peale

NAME: theodore rodney roquefort
NICKNAMES: theo
AGE: nineteen
BIRTHDAY: april 5th
ORIENTATION: heterosexual
NATIONALITY: french
OCCUPATION: waiter at french cuisine restaurant, delivers newspapers on the side
PLAYED BY: marcus hedbrandh
DISNEY: roquefort the mouse
USER GROUP: quirky friend?

PERSONALITY !

HUMBLE! Being humble is defined as being not proud of arrogant; modest. It is also describes a person who is courteously respectful. Theodore is all of these things. He prides himself in manners, because of his polite personality. He is hard-working and puts his best foot forward when attempting all. He is not a proud or arrogant person, but could be looked down upon by others, who seem him only as “Theodore”, but not as “Theo” as his friends do. Theo’s close friends see him as being a kind soul who is always giving, and never taking – well, unless in the rare circumstance of yummy food, where he cannot dream of eschewing a plate of food with a firm hand – especially his favourites. But Theo would never dream of being arrogant, and thinking of himself higher than others, when he truly knows that he is not and never will be. But don’t get him wrong – he will meekly accept compliments that others have to give him, with a slight blush of his cheeks, and a mumbled “oh, thank you”. However, you will never see Theodore parading himself around like a pompous fool, proud as a peacock. He’d rather be the one to trail along after – the one that people look over.

POLITE! Despite his reputation for always being hungry, or never passing up the opportunity to have a little snack, Theo would never intentionally get food off of someone – well … maybe. He may meekly approach, or appear at just the right point in time when someone is pulling something out, and just … be there. He wouldn’t pry – well, I guess not. Theo would more or less just make polite, sheepish comments like, “Ooh, tasty”, or “sushi … what’s that taste like?” or maybe even the rare, “Yum. I haven’t had lunch yet, but that sure looks yummy!” He is not the type to beg or incessantly bother a person, but rather he’ll drop subtle little hints. Aside from eating, however, Theodore is polite to all types of people, excluding those who have insulted him or his friends or his family. Theo never speaks out in class, and only pipes up during discussions, or when he needs to be heard. He uses his “please” and “thank yous”, and always lets the lady in first. He politely asks for assistance if needed – though he is the type to attempt to do a task on his own without bothering or troubling another – and never obliges a person. He politely takes charge, but never bosses another person around. He does things without needing to be asked most times, and is always looking out for the best interest of others.

LOYAL & DEDICATED! One thing that Theodore truly cherishes is his friends and family. They’re his lifeline, always helping him through his day with laughs and stories, and epic adventures. So Theo likes to pay them back as best as he can – in his own ways. He’s a loyal and dedicated boy, who will never be swayed from a decision if it means the reputation or well-being of a person he truly cares about; this meaning that he will never back out on a friend if he has said that he’ll stand by them. Theo will go above and beyond for his friends, making his best effort to help them out. As with the real Roquefort, whose aim was to save the kittens and Duchess, Theo would do something similar to that – go on a wild goose chase to help save his friend. He’ll do whatever he can if it means keeping them happy and on his side. When he cares for someone, he truly shows it. Although Theo isn’t a particularly loud, out-spoken fellow, he will stand up for his friends if they’re being bullied, and will keep trying as hard as he can to protect them, and stop whomever it may be from picking on their friends – even if he gets bruised and beaten, he’ll try, try again.


QUIRKS: When he gets nervous, he rubs the back of his neck, and his ears get very red; Theo is actually left-handed; he always writes with his page on a slant;

LIKES: crackers, cats, crème fraîche, chocolate croissant, pizza, macaroni and cheese, cheese, eating, hot chocolate,
DISLIKES: motorcycles, thunder storms, heavy rain, rap music, late nights, cigarettes or cigars, alcohol, bets, gambling, bugs,

HISTORY !

The rain was pouring harder than any had ever seen before. April fifteenth was a treacherous night, as Algernon Roquefort made the trek to the local hospital. His wife of three years, Clarice, was giving birth to their first and only child. The muddy roads were slick underneath the car’s headlights, the rain pouring thickly, pounding on top of the roof. The wind-shield wipers were working in over time just to clear the window into a momentary coat of dry, before it was covered again like a waterfall. Algernon was squinting out the windshield, attempting to see through the sheets of rain the mucky, soggy road ahead. The car’s tires spun, struggling to get out of the thick mixture. It chugged away, finally being released from the mud.

The evening was somehow coincidental to the way that Algernon and Clarice had first met. Only eighteen, and still carefree and young, the two had met when Clarice was stranded in the middle of the road, wiping rain from her drenched forehead. Her brown hair had hung loose at her shoulders, disheveled. She’d been wearing an elegant, navy blue gown, her hair done up with flowers, coming from a cousin’s wedding, when she’d gotten herself stranded in the middle of the mucky mess. Algernon had come to help her, and immediately the two had felt a spark. Eight months later they announced their engagement. Three years later, the two found themselves in the same situation, all too familiar, as they made the valuable trip to the hospital.

At eleven fifty-four their son, Theodore Rodney was born, pale green eyes, pudgy cheeks and all. He grew to be a ray of sunshine in even the darkest of times. His father, Algernon, worked at a restaurant just outside of Paris, and was the su chef. Theodore grew up waiting at the street corner until his father got off, and attempting to race his car down the hill to their house. Clarice, on the other hand, worked as a seamstress out of their house.

As a child, Rodney enjoyed all of the foods his mother made for him -- no matter the kind. In fact, never was he reluctant to eat his brocoli or brusselsprouts if their was cheese drizzled on top! He was an intelligent, bright fellow while attending classes, and although light and agile on his feet, Theodore never really felt the need to try his hardest in gym -- he found his favourite thing about school was the socializing, just like all the other kids. Growing up in France was very different from Theo, and moving to America was a big change. His father was transferred to another French cuisine restaurant in the United States when Theodore was ten, so that left the whole family to pack up and move to the states. Theo found he struggled at first with the English, but has slowly grown out of his accent.

Theo's first job was working at the restaurant with his father as a bus boy, but has grown out of the job into a waiter. His father still runs the place to this day, but after his mother became paralized from the waist-down in a car accident Theodore has made a point of working as many hours as he can to help the family. He decided against going to university or college after secondary school to help all the more. He delivers newspapers on top of his full-time waiter job, and rents a small apartment in town -- not big, but just enough for himself. When Theodore feels the family has had enough help, he plans to go to university or college for something -- he just has to figure out what that something is.

SAMPLE !

Three hours ago he’d stepped off the jet. Three hours ago, he’d been cooped up with his parents. Three hours ago he’d dreamt of the freedom – and freedom finally had come. Prince Patrick of Belgium now sat outside in the courtyard, soaking up the last rays of summer. His arms were folded behind his back as he leaned against the large stump of a tree. The sun was casting an orange reflection off of the large wishing pond the trickled there. The shining coins from countries all over shimmered beneath the clear surface.

Patrick had to admit it: this was one of his favourite places in Eastmore. Romantic, ornate, timeless – it was truly beautiful. Lush green grass poked through the cobblestone paths; Japanese maple leaves skittered across the path; the flowers were always in full blossom it seemed (excluding winter seasons, where even Patrick knew that things tended to die); and it was always a great place to hang out. He remembered being kicked from tables during his first year, so his buddies and him came out to this same tree and sat beneath it, laughing and pointing out various ladies to one-another. Patrick had gotten lucky only once – and now, he and that lady were just friends. He wished somehow that things had worked out better: she was beautiful, fun, and he didn’t appear to be having any luck in the love department. He’d prefer to avoid the prospect of an arranged marriage, but it was still hovering there in front of him. Patrick closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh. He could smell the spice of his cologne that he’d put on as he inhaled.

His summer had been a relatively uneventful. He’d spent the majority of it touring around the nation with his parents as they visited various places, checking in to see how the conditions were, if things needed to be changed, et cetera, et cetera. Patrick smirked at the thought that his father had probably really only intended to find him a girl – after all, there were quite a few when they went around. However, he treated them with the respect they deserved, but none seemed to pop out at him – and no, he was not referring to otherwise; he meant their personality didn’t pop. Patrick opened his eyes and breathed out a sigh. He had arrived earlier than some people, and while he’d met up with a few people, he figured that most were still on their private jets, making their way to the school on their own.

Patrick sat up a bit straighter – a slender, blonde was standing a little ways away. Patrick was pretty sure he knew who it was. He scrambled to his feet and waved his arm in an unnecessarily boisterous way. “Oi, miss petra!” he called out, chuckling.

ABOUT YOU!

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