Post by lucas murray on Jul 22, 2010 17:12:50 GMT -8
lucas bartholomieu murray
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name: Katja
age: nearly nineteen
gender: female
writing experience: writing: fourteen years, roleplaying: about nine years
how’d you find us?: fate
a favorite book: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
other character(s): Julianna Sellenger, Neil Balcombe (and others from the old site that will eventually be brought over)
name: Lucas Bartholomieu Murray
age: 18
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: lower
previous residence: Ramapo, New York, USA
eye color: blue
hair color: brown
height: 6’2
distinguishing features: mole just to the left of his nose, birthmark on the back of his left calf
four good personality traits
four bad personality traits
three quirks
important people
history”I wasn’t one of those kids who grew up hearing this great happily ever after story. By the time I was born, Antoine was already a teenager, and my parents had five kids besides me to take care of. It’s not that the fairy tale wasn’t in there, though. I mean, you could just look at them and know that they were madly in love with each other. They just didn’t sit us down to talk about it, you know? It was kind of implied.
I’ll never understand how my parents both managed to work when we were kids. We didn’t need the money, thanks to Dad’s business, but they both did anyway. Mom was always really into the fashion industry. I guess it was just important enough to her that she wanted to keep working. And it’s not like they weren’t there either, just that it was different. My brothers and sisters took care of me and Luis just as much as our parents did. Even now, it’s the same. I’ve always helped to take care of my younger siblings. It’s like a cycle. Antoine was there the most from what I remember. Maybe it’s just because he’s the oldest, or maybe it’s because that's just how Antoine is, but he was always there to make sure we were ready for school or to teach us how to throw a baseball. Family sports was always a big thing, as were camping trips. The girls participated as well, but it was especially a thing for the guys. We’d all round up for a game or set out pitching tents together. We were always more than a family, you know? We were friends too. We were close.
I wish I could say that there’s one thing that stands out above everything else. A memory that I can always look back on and remember what it was like before things changed. There’s not, though. I took too many things for granted. I never expected that things would change. No one ever does. But things do change, and you’re left looking back, wondering where time went. If I could go back in time, I would. I’d save him, somehow. I swear I would.
Luis and I were best friends. I’m not sure how twins could ever be anything else. I mean, you go from sharing the same embryonic sac to the same toys. It’s probably expected that you’ll either love or hate each other. And in our case? It was definitely the former. We did everything together, from playing outside in the yard until it was pitch black and Mom was screaming at us to come inside, to hiding under the covers at night with a flashlight and our favourite book. We were inseparable.
We were twelve when Luis started to act oddly. He was always complaining of headaches, rubbing the right side of his head, losing focus, and forgetting things. He was also oddly irritable which, if you knew Luis, you would understand is just really… abnormal. He was the most fun-loving person you’d ever meet. It was rare for him to be upset about anything, much less angry. Anyway, he didn’t come down to dinner one night, and when I went upstairs to check on him, he was in the bathroom with the worst nosebleed I’d ever seen. He was crying and asked me to go get Mom, so I did. I think, out of all the hospital trips and ambulance rides, all the times he passed out or threw up, that night was the most frightening of them all. We were there all night, the doctors running tests. I fell asleep next to him on his hospital bed and woke up to the sound of the doctor talking to my parents in the hallway. It was a brain tumour, he said. A glioblastoma multiforme. I didn’t even know what this meant at the time, except that Luis was sick. And I remember thinking, even then, that it should have been me, because he’d always been the fun one. I still wish it had been me.
He died when we were fifteen. He’d been in remission for months—a rarity for GBM, or so they told us—but it came back. He’d been in the hospital so much by then that I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I figured he’d be fine and we’d be laughing and wrestling with each other again in no time. I refused to say goodbye, even when things got bad. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that. My family completely fell apart after Lou’s death. All the foundations and closeness just… crumbled. My dad stayed at work all the time, my mom stopped smiling. Roderic stopped talking and I… I’ve never been able to make it right, now matter how hard I’ve tried.
It wasn’t long after his death that I got offered the job. I’d gone with my mom to work a few times, just to get out of the house, and this lady was there once, from an agency, and she asked me if I’d like to come in and take some pictures. I figured, anything to get out of the house, so I said sure. A few weeks later, I was signed as a model with a fairly big corporation that works mostly out of Paris. We—me and my mom—flew back and forth a lot but, you know, it was hard for her to be away so much. We couldn’t keep it up and I wanted to just give it up anyway, but the modeling meant so much to her that our entire family ended up moving here the summer that I turned sixteen. My only condition in moving to France was I got to come to the Académie d'Ouvrard. I needed something of my own to hold onto for once, something that was just mine. And I needed to get away. So, here I am.”
if you could be anywhere, where would you be? “Anywhere but here. Home, I guess, whatever that means. I’m not sure anymore if such a thing actually exists.”
character’s play-by: Emil Larsson
courtois
duparc
noah davis