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Name: Valentin (Isaac) Fontaine
Age: 20
Birthday: August 15th
Country of origin: Anaheim, California, USA
Reason for flight: VACATION! Fuck yeah!
Personality: Everyone’s business is Valentin’s business. He’s unabashedly nosy; he’s really just genuinely curious about his fellow human beings! Well, that and a terrible gossip. But he’d never tell anyone about your secrets. He delights in being a bad influence. C’mon, just one more drink, you’re not that drunk! (And nevermind that he may or may not be underage. Hush.) Look, he won’t tell your girlfriend about the hot chick at the party, you can even borrow the backseat of his car. He’s got your back, man.
A shit disturber, he often likes to antagonize people just to get a rise out of them. He lives for reactions, for getting them out of people. He can be cruel, all while smiling, acting as if it’s accidental, as if his intentions were good, as if he didn’t realize that would offend you, as if that easily given apology has any sincerity at all. He pushes everyone, even the few people he genuinely likes, too far now and than.
Appearance: Valentin has a slight build, is of average height, and has a sharp features. His colouring is light, light, light. Light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes. His hair is a little bit long and shaggy, and he’s already looking a bit scruffy and they’ve only just gotten here. He has a few scars, here and there. He’s been in a few fights after all. He’s got the personality to get himself into fights, but not the build to back them up, so it was inevitable.
He’s typically found smiling, as if everything amuses him. Many things do, and if nothing else it seems to annoy others.
PB: Joe Anderson.
History: Valentin comes from a well off family. His parents married quite young, against all odds considering his father’s womanizing tendencies, and Valentin was a bit of a surprise. His mother worked part time, so she could still spend time with her child; while his father was barely home, it seemed. Then four years later, baby Adelle arrived. Like many children, Valentin’s initial reaction to the newcomer was less-than-graceful, but his mother was careful to include him, and being allowed to help out with the precious new baby eventually gave him a sense of pride. As they grew older, Valentin continued to be very caring/protective in regards to his little sister.
Their mother died when he was14. It was a fast-spreading cancer and the family barely had time to square with the idea before she was gone. Adelle became that much more Valentin’s responsibility, even if it was just for simple things like helping her with homework and making sure she had her field trip paperwork signed. He’d forge his father’s signature on permission slips, and write cheques with his father’s chequebook, and buy groceries and clothes with his father’s credit card. His father knew he was doing it, but didn’t have the time to care, it seemed, between work and various girlfriends.
Valentin quickly realized that he more or less had the run of the house, and his father’s finances, and took advantage of it. After all, he was a teenager, and nothing mattered more than appearances. So he bought himself and his sister the coolest clothes, all the expensive toys and gadgets, took friends out for nights on the town, and their father never complained. He just paid the credit card bills and things continued on.
Until Tracy appeared. Tracy had been his father’s assistant for a year, was recently divorced, and suddenly the next in a string of girlfriends. Normally yet another girlfriend wasn’t something of consequence. But this was different. Tracy encouraged their father to come home, to spend time with his children. Valentin, all too used to independence and not having to deal with his father at all, was not a fan of this change. Suddenly he was being told off for not coming home after school, for not calling, for being late for dinner. Which, of course, only made him more inclined to do these things, and then get into snappish arguments after the fact.
To add insult to injury, his father was going to marry the woman. She was going to move into their home, and bring her two children with her.
Well, this was altogether unacceptable.
Valentin did everything within his power to make the newcomers uncomfortable. Getting into fights, childish pranks, anything that might upset them was fair game.
He practically disappeared the week surrounding the wedding, turning off his cellphone or at least ignoring calls from it and not coming home. When he finally did, it was with an elegant cake in one hand that read “Congratulations on your imminent divorce” and in the other was his acceptance letter from an out of state college. He’d be leaving in a month and a half, living in residence, and clearly had no intention of spending any time at home he didn’t have to.
Two years later, he’s somehow (impossibly, except for having money) still in school, studying business, and is taking a break to bring his little sister to Australia for a few weeks.
Special skills: can drink like a sailor, not that that’s helpful here. He speaks a little Spanish and a little French.
Strengths: confident, friendly/outgoing (when it suits him), generous (again, when it suits him, and only to buy your friendship really)
Weaknesses: lazy, irresponsible, a jerk often, nearly incapable of taking anything seriously, apparently blind to the feelings of others, selfish/self-centred
Misc: Nothing is coming to mind here. :x
Inventory: What are they carrying with them when they are washed up on the island?
- clothing
-- jeans and a tshirt
-- conveniently waterproof watch (as if that is helpful)
-- socks (black)
-- shoes (also black, fashiony)
- Passport
- Wallet (some ridiculous expensive leather thing)
-- no cash
-- two fancy credit cards
-- a fake ID
-- Starbucks card
-- health insurance card
- Cellphone (iPhone 4S because I am part of the CULT OF APPLE clearly)
-- lots of phone numbers, lots of pictures that mostly seem to be from parties and general going-out-activities
-- lots of text messages displaying a tendency to be a bit lazy about spelling/grammar, depending on who he’s talking to.
- keys
-- keys to lots of things! Residence, his car, his Dad’s house, his Dad’s car, other... random... keys....
Age: 20
Birthday: August 15th
Country of origin: Anaheim, California, USA
Reason for flight: VACATION! Fuck yeah!
Personality: Everyone’s business is Valentin’s business. He’s unabashedly nosy; he’s really just genuinely curious about his fellow human beings! Well, that and a terrible gossip. But he’d never tell anyone about your secrets. He delights in being a bad influence. C’mon, just one more drink, you’re not that drunk! (And nevermind that he may or may not be underage. Hush.) Look, he won’t tell your girlfriend about the hot chick at the party, you can even borrow the backseat of his car. He’s got your back, man.
A shit disturber, he often likes to antagonize people just to get a rise out of them. He lives for reactions, for getting them out of people. He can be cruel, all while smiling, acting as if it’s accidental, as if his intentions were good, as if he didn’t realize that would offend you, as if that easily given apology has any sincerity at all. He pushes everyone, even the few people he genuinely likes, too far now and than.
Appearance: Valentin has a slight build, is of average height, and has a sharp features. His colouring is light, light, light. Light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes. His hair is a little bit long and shaggy, and he’s already looking a bit scruffy and they’ve only just gotten here. He has a few scars, here and there. He’s been in a few fights after all. He’s got the personality to get himself into fights, but not the build to back them up, so it was inevitable.
He’s typically found smiling, as if everything amuses him. Many things do, and if nothing else it seems to annoy others.
PB: Joe Anderson.
History: Valentin comes from a well off family. His parents married quite young, against all odds considering his father’s womanizing tendencies, and Valentin was a bit of a surprise. His mother worked part time, so she could still spend time with her child; while his father was barely home, it seemed. Then four years later, baby Adelle arrived. Like many children, Valentin’s initial reaction to the newcomer was less-than-graceful, but his mother was careful to include him, and being allowed to help out with the precious new baby eventually gave him a sense of pride. As they grew older, Valentin continued to be very caring/protective in regards to his little sister.
Their mother died when he was14. It was a fast-spreading cancer and the family barely had time to square with the idea before she was gone. Adelle became that much more Valentin’s responsibility, even if it was just for simple things like helping her with homework and making sure she had her field trip paperwork signed. He’d forge his father’s signature on permission slips, and write cheques with his father’s chequebook, and buy groceries and clothes with his father’s credit card. His father knew he was doing it, but didn’t have the time to care, it seemed, between work and various girlfriends.
Valentin quickly realized that he more or less had the run of the house, and his father’s finances, and took advantage of it. After all, he was a teenager, and nothing mattered more than appearances. So he bought himself and his sister the coolest clothes, all the expensive toys and gadgets, took friends out for nights on the town, and their father never complained. He just paid the credit card bills and things continued on.
Until Tracy appeared. Tracy had been his father’s assistant for a year, was recently divorced, and suddenly the next in a string of girlfriends. Normally yet another girlfriend wasn’t something of consequence. But this was different. Tracy encouraged their father to come home, to spend time with his children. Valentin, all too used to independence and not having to deal with his father at all, was not a fan of this change. Suddenly he was being told off for not coming home after school, for not calling, for being late for dinner. Which, of course, only made him more inclined to do these things, and then get into snappish arguments after the fact.
To add insult to injury, his father was going to marry the woman. She was going to move into their home, and bring her two children with her.
Well, this was altogether unacceptable.
Valentin did everything within his power to make the newcomers uncomfortable. Getting into fights, childish pranks, anything that might upset them was fair game.
He practically disappeared the week surrounding the wedding, turning off his cellphone or at least ignoring calls from it and not coming home. When he finally did, it was with an elegant cake in one hand that read “Congratulations on your imminent divorce” and in the other was his acceptance letter from an out of state college. He’d be leaving in a month and a half, living in residence, and clearly had no intention of spending any time at home he didn’t have to.
Two years later, he’s somehow (impossibly, except for having money) still in school, studying business, and is taking a break to bring his little sister to Australia for a few weeks.
Special skills: can drink like a sailor, not that that’s helpful here. He speaks a little Spanish and a little French.
Strengths: confident, friendly/outgoing (when it suits him), generous (again, when it suits him, and only to buy your friendship really)
Weaknesses: lazy, irresponsible, a jerk often, nearly incapable of taking anything seriously, apparently blind to the feelings of others, selfish/self-centred
Misc: Nothing is coming to mind here. :x
Inventory: What are they carrying with them when they are washed up on the island?
- clothing
-- jeans and a tshirt
-- conveniently waterproof watch (as if that is helpful)
-- socks (black)
-- shoes (also black, fashiony)
- Passport
- Wallet (some ridiculous expensive leather thing)
-- no cash
-- two fancy credit cards
-- a fake ID
-- Starbucks card
-- health insurance card
- Cellphone (iPhone 4S because I am part of the CULT OF APPLE clearly)
-- lots of phone numbers, lots of pictures that mostly seem to be from parties and general going-out-activities
-- lots of text messages displaying a tendency to be a bit lazy about spelling/grammar, depending on who he’s talking to.
- keys
-- keys to lots of things! Residence, his car, his Dad’s house, his Dad’s car, other... random... keys....