Academy StaffMale François-Xavier Marcotte
Sept 12, 2024 16:00:51 GMT -7
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Post by François-Xavier Marcotte on Sept 12, 2024 16:00:51 GMT -7
FRANÇOIS-XAVIER MARCOTTE
ACADEMY STAFF
ACADEMY STAFF
67 - July 10th 1957
MALE
DEMISEXUAL - WIDOWER
FRENCH TEACHER
A P P E A R A N C E
hair color
eye color
height
body type
clothing style
face claim
Always elegantly placed and combed, his white hair, disturbed by a few gray strands, is a mix between some fluffy softness and raw morning bed hair. François-Xavier is quite neglectful about getting haircuts, but always manages to tackle the thing before he's about to look unprofessional.
eye color
François-Xavier's eyes look gray... yet one would call it that sky blue that's hard to decribe without being a tiny bit gray. He has stylish glasses and his eyesight is at -3.5 in each eye.
height
Too tall. 6 feet 5 inches. Curse it all, curse door frames too.
body type
The teacher is insanely healthy. As for the frame could be considered between trapezoid and inverted triangle, being muscular without being too chiseled, François-Xavier enjoys sports and hiking and has the body for it.
clothing style
Ex-Goth in the soul, he misses his sweet years in the 1980. He decided to adapt his style, being older, he likes being elegant and classy except for sports. Jacket and tie, long sleeved shirt, he enjoys vintage looks of the 1910 Edwardian fashion.
face claim
OC - Sonnet_Form
P E R S O N A
personality
hobbies
His face is extremely expressive and he knows it. Because of it, he's a very bad liar, but will still lie for the fun of it. He's a good listener and just loves children. He loves his native language and gives access to French to the children he teaches. Sarcastic, François-Xavier is an animal lover and left-inclined with politics. Education is his mandate and he would like to keep working until he's no longer able to.
His students are his worlds even if he's bad at showing it and expecting a lot from them. He's the kind of teacher who will have his students read "Le Comte de Monte-Cristo" by Victor Hugo, have them watch the movie and make them tell the difference between both. He loves including movie adaptations to his classes, good or bad. He also has his kids read some H. P. Lovecraft in French.
He likes the vintage aesthetic and being a classy-sexy-old man is something he is quite proud of. He is charismatic and knows it. François would be the best door-to-door seller of creepy religion, but he's a firm believer of metal music and literature of all kinds. He's bad à flirting and if he knows he's pretty good looking for his age, he is not conscious of his capacity to be attractive to anything that isn't a cat.
He loves cats.
His face shows his emotions and he's a pretty happy guy. A bad liar, still a liar knowing people like how he's bad at it. Enjoying laughing and sports, he was taught by his students to play videogames and he is bad at it. Not to say he just sucks and plays to be the laughingstock of those children he cares so much about.
He is passionate, sometimes considered a crazy teacher when he gets angry in French. He avoids being vulgar, but knows the common Quebec cuss words and can be found laughing his ass off when a student tries to say the word with an English accent.
He dislikes violence, is a lover of art and theater. He never accomplished his childish dream to become a writer, but at least, by not being a writer, he has time to read.
His students are his worlds even if he's bad at showing it and expecting a lot from them. He's the kind of teacher who will have his students read "Le Comte de Monte-Cristo" by Victor Hugo, have them watch the movie and make them tell the difference between both. He loves including movie adaptations to his classes, good or bad. He also has his kids read some H. P. Lovecraft in French.
He likes the vintage aesthetic and being a classy-sexy-old man is something he is quite proud of. He is charismatic and knows it. François would be the best door-to-door seller of creepy religion, but he's a firm believer of metal music and literature of all kinds. He's bad à flirting and if he knows he's pretty good looking for his age, he is not conscious of his capacity to be attractive to anything that isn't a cat.
He loves cats.
His face shows his emotions and he's a pretty happy guy. A bad liar, still a liar knowing people like how he's bad at it. Enjoying laughing and sports, he was taught by his students to play videogames and he is bad at it. Not to say he just sucks and plays to be the laughingstock of those children he cares so much about.
He is passionate, sometimes considered a crazy teacher when he gets angry in French. He avoids being vulgar, but knows the common Quebec cuss words and can be found laughing his ass off when a student tries to say the word with an English accent.
He dislikes violence, is a lover of art and theater. He never accomplished his childish dream to become a writer, but at least, by not being a writer, he has time to read.
hobbies
François-Xavier loves reading novels of all kind. One of his master's degree homework was done on too many Harlequins and ended up having all of his class laughing, including his teacher. Enjoying cycling and hiking, he's an health freak, he fears an early death.
S C H E D U L E
teaching
can substitute
sport
club
French - Secondary Language
can substitute
English Litterature / Canadian History
sport
He might join 'the kids' for any sport if invited, he doesn't care much.
club
I've-got-a-ton-of-badly-written-essays-to-correct-so-leave-me-alone CLUB
B A C K G R O U N D
renown
biography
Renown for being expressive, but that's about it.
biography
Life is a series of uncontrollable events.
His mom was excommunicated after refusing to get pregnant one last time. François-Xavier Marcotte was born into the lower working class of Hochelaga-Maisonneuve, a pretty poor district of Montreal, Quebec, at the excruciating east of Canada. He was lucky to be the last born of a total of 12 children. It meant that his working brother and sister could afford him a better education. He was good in school and was born at the perfect time for the tranquil revolution.
His family was into far left politics and it was the most gorgeous boom of French culture in Canada.
The expo '67 opened his eyes to the world.
Altar boy at the church his priest-brother officiated, he was the lucky kid.
Classic course upon getting done with primary school, he had good mentors and he was a good kid, or so they said. He was very intelligent and he had been lucky not to be born the 7th son. At the time, the 7th son was born to become a priest, he was given to the church and had to learn theology.
François-Xavier was that nerd with bottle-bottom glasses always reading anything that fell upon his hands. He loved literature. At ten, he would never guess that upon getting his master's degree, he'd get married to the girl that used to bully him in the alleyway. He wouldn't have known he'd be a loving and loved college teacher once CÉGEPs would be established. He wouldn't have known that he was expected to divorce his wife when she was found sterile.
He never did. He had no interest in having children without her being their mother.
She was the color on the canva of his life. She was that dance the shadow of tree leaves do on the pavement on a sunny day. She was the smell of rain on a very warm and humid day. She was that warmth prickling his skin when coming home from outside during winter.
Cécile Tremblay.
She was that poetry line sang by a lover to a princess in a novel. Theirs was a story of love, friendship and companionship. Before knowing, they had lived together over 30 years of love and life.
Yet, every novel has to end.
Hers ended too fast.
They were both 58 when early Alzheimer's took all she was for two years before the shell she had become just let out its last breath.
The once colorful canva became shades of gray.
François-Xavier, unable to stay in a province where he would be reminded constantly of all Cécile was, decided to leave. He traveled everywhere, anywhere and was offered a job at 62. British-Columbia, a school full of rich kids that could afford to learn French. These students mended his broken heart, giving new vibrant colors to his world.
His mom was excommunicated after refusing to get pregnant one last time. François-Xavier Marcotte was born into the lower working class of Hochelaga-Maisonneuve, a pretty poor district of Montreal, Quebec, at the excruciating east of Canada. He was lucky to be the last born of a total of 12 children. It meant that his working brother and sister could afford him a better education. He was good in school and was born at the perfect time for the tranquil revolution.
His family was into far left politics and it was the most gorgeous boom of French culture in Canada.
The expo '67 opened his eyes to the world.
Altar boy at the church his priest-brother officiated, he was the lucky kid.
Classic course upon getting done with primary school, he had good mentors and he was a good kid, or so they said. He was very intelligent and he had been lucky not to be born the 7th son. At the time, the 7th son was born to become a priest, he was given to the church and had to learn theology.
François-Xavier was that nerd with bottle-bottom glasses always reading anything that fell upon his hands. He loved literature. At ten, he would never guess that upon getting his master's degree, he'd get married to the girl that used to bully him in the alleyway. He wouldn't have known he'd be a loving and loved college teacher once CÉGEPs would be established. He wouldn't have known that he was expected to divorce his wife when she was found sterile.
He never did. He had no interest in having children without her being their mother.
She was the color on the canva of his life. She was that dance the shadow of tree leaves do on the pavement on a sunny day. She was the smell of rain on a very warm and humid day. She was that warmth prickling his skin when coming home from outside during winter.
Cécile Tremblay.
She was that poetry line sang by a lover to a princess in a novel. Theirs was a story of love, friendship and companionship. Before knowing, they had lived together over 30 years of love and life.
Yet, every novel has to end.
Hers ended too fast.
They were both 58 when early Alzheimer's took all she was for two years before the shell she had become just let out its last breath.
The once colorful canva became shades of gray.
François-Xavier, unable to stay in a province where he would be reminded constantly of all Cécile was, decided to leave. He traveled everywhere, anywhere and was offered a job at 62. British-Columbia, a school full of rich kids that could afford to learn French. These students mended his broken heart, giving new vibrant colors to his world.
P L A Y E R
alias
activity level
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Spilled_Tea
activity level
Getting back to roleplay
triggers
Nothing much
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