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Date Posted: 10:48:08 04/17/02 Wed
Author: - prae dulcis -
Author Host/IP: 12-234-60-119.client.attbi.com / 12.234.60.119
Subject: and he comes softly.

He leaned against the rough, mahogany trunk of the oak beside him, for once not minding anything less than glorious touch his princely self. There was a nearly fascinated look on his face. Just what would this offer him?

Name: Nicolas Valensi.
Age: Twenty.
Gender: Male.
Race: French-Italian.
Social Status: Well-known. He "gets around".
Personality: Nicolas tends to seem distant, secretive if you may. It always seems like he's lying when you talk to him. Perhaps he is. He'd learned from an early age how to use people to his advantage. But otherwise, if you befriend him, he's quite sweet. Philosophist with a raging libido, Nicolas shrugs most attractions off unless he knows they share the same feeling back. He has unbelievably high standards, though, what with all his expensive things. If you can't find him in the Avenue, he's most likely in his dorm or hanging around in his 550A Spyder...
Appearance: Thick shags of uneven light russet fell about his face, almost always left stylishly rugged. Hazel burned to sepia when intimidated, very speculating and patronizing of all that's around him. He hardly smiled, lips left in a thin line wherever he went. You could tell he was a spendthrift, what with all the Gaultier, Prada, Gucci, Boss, etc, etc, that you found him wearing. You're only left to wonder where he gets the money.

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