Post by bella on Feb 3, 2009 3:55:50 GMT 10
[/size]`Prescott Draven Kingsley!!!
arrogant. wealthy. determined.
Name: Prescott Draven Mikayle Kingsley, Viscount Ingestre
Nickname(s): Call him Prescott or die. However, you may call him King, he wouldn't mind that. Kingsley is a common one also.
Major: music.
Age: twenty.
Grade: sophomore.
Birthdate: April 1, 1988
Orientation: straight.
Location: London, England
`Appearance ,,
If it was possible to 'look British', then Prescott Kingsley would fit that description. His skin is a pale ivory, and his chocolate brunette locks, which have the ability to look perfectly in place yet nonchalantly disheveled, match his deep brown eyes perfectly. His lips are a pale shade of pink, and more often than not you will find them twisted into a less than playful smirk. His face generally has one expression, and that expression can be called 'holier than thou'. His eyes are perpetually narrowed incredulously. And amusedly. And aggrivatedly. Prescott has the uncanny ability to convey a plethora of emotions without altering his features a great deal. Which he is fine with, because said features tend to make him irresistible, even if you really would like to punch his face in for it.
Prescott Kingsley's style would not work for anyone else. In fact, if any other guy were to try and imitate it, they would come off looking completely homosexual. To be honest, they make Prescott himself look a tad gay side, but luckily for him he has the reputation of a womanizer, so no one would really dare question his sexuality. Prescott his two signature pieces. First, is his scarf. Correction; his scarves. This boy has an unhealthily large collection of this particular item, to the point of embarrassment. Naturally, no one has ever seen the collection in its entirety, but those who know Prescott best have never seen him wear the same scarf twice. The second piece that is essential to his overall Prescottness would be his gray fedora hat. This hat, paired with a pink polo and khaki shorts would look terribly tacky on anyone...except Prescott Kingsley.
If it was possible to 'look British', then Prescott Kingsley would fit that description. His skin is a pale ivory, and his chocolate brunette locks, which have the ability to look perfectly in place yet nonchalantly disheveled, match his deep brown eyes perfectly. His lips are a pale shade of pink, and more often than not you will find them twisted into a less than playful smirk. His face generally has one expression, and that expression can be called 'holier than thou'. His eyes are perpetually narrowed incredulously. And amusedly. And aggrivatedly. Prescott has the uncanny ability to convey a plethora of emotions without altering his features a great deal. Which he is fine with, because said features tend to make him irresistible, even if you really would like to punch his face in for it.
Prescott Kingsley's style would not work for anyone else. In fact, if any other guy were to try and imitate it, they would come off looking completely homosexual. To be honest, they make Prescott himself look a tad gay side, but luckily for him he has the reputation of a womanizer, so no one would really dare question his sexuality. Prescott his two signature pieces. First, is his scarf. Correction; his scarves. This boy has an unhealthily large collection of this particular item, to the point of embarrassment. Naturally, no one has ever seen the collection in its entirety, but those who know Prescott best have never seen him wear the same scarf twice. The second piece that is essential to his overall Prescottness would be his gray fedora hat. This hat, paired with a pink polo and khaki shorts would look terribly tacky on anyone...except Prescott Kingsley.
Best Feature:
My best feature? You've got to be kidding me. What isn't my best feature? But if you're going to make me choose one, I guess I'd have to say...my mouth. Really, the position of my lips determines the overall look of my face, since my eyes are generally locked in the narrowed position. I very rarely smile. What you may want to call a smile is actually what I call a satisfied grin. Which sort of looks like a satisfied smirk. And when I'm feeling particularly infuriated (which isn't hard to do, I mean, just deny me something, I dare you) it morphs into a kind of irritated frown. Which sort of looks like an irritated smirk. Basically, I am a man of many smirks.
Worst Feature:
I'm....Prescott Kingsley.[/size]
`Personality ,,
arrogant.
wealthy.
determined.
arrogant.
Prescott Kingsley invented arrogant. He is cockiness at its finest. In his entire life, Prescott has been denied nothing. He has had his looks and abilities praised by his parents, peers, and anyone who kisses his ass to get on his good side. But besides for that, Prescott has never really had to work for anything he's ever wanted. Since he was young, he has waltzed though life with the knowledge that father's money would get him anywhere he needed to go. This is most of the reason Prescott is at Washington University of Arts instead of Oxford; he's at school for him, not for an education. He studies music because it's his passion, not law like his father would prefer. As his father's sole heir, Prescott has enjoyed a high degree of freedom and privilege thought his life (as well as courtesy title of Viscount Ingestre), never being denied his heart's desire. Though he looks forward, in a sense, to the day he will take his father's place as the Earl of Shrewsbury, he's thoroughly enjoying a period of no responsibility and no restraint.
wealthy.
With a title comes money, and lots of it. The earldom of Shrewsbury has always been affluent, and has a high steady income for really doing nothing but continuing their ancient line. However, Lord Shrewsbury is a heavy investor, and has increased his wealth substantially since inheriting the title. As such, Prescott has never really learned the meaning of money. He knows it as a given, something that exists the acquire for him his every whim. And really, in the case of our dear Lord Ingestre, that's all it ever will be.
determined.
It's very easy to show determination when one knows that everything will work out for them in the end. This is the attitude Lord Ingestre came to Seattle with. You see, besides for studying music, Prescott is in search of something. Actually, someone. More specifically; some girl. It is Prescott's job to marry and produce heirs, and his father has been pressuring him to do so since he turned eighteen! He had to get away from the Earl, so he fled the country on the pretense of wishing to escape the tabloid paparazzi and their prying eyes into the life of England's residential bad boy. Since his teenage years, Prescott has been 'plagued' by the gossip columnists who adore the opportunity to delve into the life of the peers and their scandalous offspring. It has made Prescott damn near a celebrity, and while it has done wonders for his social schedule, it becomes tiresome after a while. So, he decided to take his search for a bride outside the country. Not that the tabloids know that...and it's sure to blow their minds when he returns with a future countess on his arm.
Likes:
- sex! that's a great one.
- drugs! just marijuana please. i must maintain some respectability.
- alcohol! the more the merrier; it's an enhancer, and great with the ladies.
- the morning after pill! it's a lifesaver. well that was a bit of an oxymoron.
- music! so easy, so entertaining
- antagonizing! well, mostly Cecelia Reese. she's so fun to mess with,
she looks so cute when she's mad. - american girls! they're so much easier than the English ones.
- money! it makes my world go round. and yours.
- my limo! i'm far too lazy to get a license in the states.
- scarves! i can't even count how many i have. not that i'd tell you.
- being talked about! i don't care what you think, as long as it's about me.
- brunettes! they're so much more interesting than blondes. i'll take a blonde if i'm feeling lazy.
- virgins! spoiling innocent goods is so rewarding. i'll spend far more time chasing a virgin than i would a slut. mostly because sluts are sluts for a reason, and therefore chasing isn't necessary.
- shopping! it's a guilty pleasure. i'm not going any further into it.
- mexican food! i've fallen in love with enchiladas since i discovered azteca.
- fresh prince of bel-air re-runs! enough said.
Dislikes:
- romantic movies! boh-ring.
- ugly people! call me shallow. really, do it. i honestly don't care.
- lip gloss! on women, of course. it's so obnoxious and sticky, i won't kiss you if you wear it.
- fast food! it's not even good, you american's bewilder me.
- responsibilities! hence, i have none.
- texas accents! not attractive, not comprehensible.
- fruity perfume! come on ladies, have some class.
- bad teeth! the ultimate turn off.
- the american drinking age! i'm not american, it shouldn't apply to me.
- possessive women! you don't own me, honey.
- hangovers! such an unfortunate side effect to such a good thing.
- cleaning! i can pay someone to do that.
Positive Traits:
- dependable
When Prescott says he will do something, he does it. Mostly because he enjoys being the one to get things done. Be it illegally acquiring alcohol or picking up the prostitutes, or even something more substantial. In any case, you can count on Prescott to get the job done, for he won't give up until he has what he needs. And it usually doesn't take long. - efficient
Prescott is quick about his business. Be it seduction or otherwise, he doesn't waste his time with beating around the bush. He'll have your skirt up before you can say "thanks, its Prada". - charming
You know, if Prescott Kingsley actually gives a damn about you, he can be quite the lady killer. Unless of course you're Cecelia Reese, then he's a charming bastard in the most sarcastic of ways.
Negative Traits:
- womanizer
Prescott is not popular with British Nobility, as he has a nasty habit of corrupting their cherished daughters and sisters. Matters of chastity are not as severely relevant as they were some time ago, but no man likes to hear of his respectable daughter or sister corrupted before their wedding. America will agree far more with Lord Ingestre when it comes to women and their innocence. Or lack thereof. - temperamental
While Prescott may hide it well, he has a very short temper. Everything has to go his way at all times, or he will have a problem. However, instead of yelling or expressing himself physically, Prescott takes his anger out in a different way. When someone angers the viscount, his retaliation is swift and detrimental. It is usually socially that he destroys you, or mentally. Like, sleeping with your girlfriend...or sister. Or spilling a secret of yours that he's kept as ammunition for longer than you know. - demanding
Never have the words 'please' or 'may i' been uttered by Prescott Kingsley. He expects things to be handed to him, he feels they are his due. He is a member of the British nobility, born into superiority; and the common folk should line up to do his bidding.
Greatest Ambition: Become the most legendary Earl of all time.
Greatest Fear: That he should, but some horrible tragedy, be disinherited. Though the Earl would never dare disinherit his perfect son.[/size]
`History ,,
Prescott Draven Mikayle Kingsley the Third was born to the earl and countess, Lord and Lady Shrewsbury, on the evening of April 1, 1989. He was given the courtesy title of Viscount Ingestre, and enjoyed a sibling-free childhood. He was and is the apple of his father's eye. From a young age, Prescott's sense of superiority was fueled by his father's order to his governess that he should never be punished or reprimanded. He was given free reign over the Kingsley's London estate. Not that the old biddy would have done so anyway; Prescott was a darling child, and had a knack for charming whatever he wanted out of virtually anyone.
Prescott Kingsley was addressed as Lord Ingestre by the servants of Kingsley estate, and always presented thus when meeting new people. He was home schooled by the best tutors money could buy during his years of primary schooling, though his life was not a solitary one. Naturally, he associated with other noble children, like the son of this duke or that marquess. When high school rolled around, Prescott was a known figure. His tutors put him in a very advanced position, and he glided through his lessons with no problem. It left him much time for other endeavors, such as underage drinking, smoking, gambling...and of course women. It didn't take long for Prescott to be caught in a drug scandal, and he ended up with substance abuse on his record. Obviously, he didn't do any time, but he did pay a heavy fine. And he caught the attention of the media.
They began by running a story called Good Boys Gone Bad, where they featured Prescott and his pack of friends who were also members of nobility. The tabloids fell in love with the guys and their 'bad boy' persona, and it sparked a new interest in the sons and daughters of peers.
Finally, Prescott had to get away. It wasn't that he was sick of his playboy reputation, but his father had given him an ultimatum; find a wife by the time you graduate high school, or your allowance will be cut in half. Eager much? Yes, the Earl was. And Prescott couldn't get his father to budge on this matter. So he took his search to America, out of the eye of the British tabloids. Now he attends WAUoA, and as well as studying music, he is actively searching for a potential wife. Kind of.
Prescott Draven Mikayle Kingsley the Third was born to the earl and countess, Lord and Lady Shrewsbury, on the evening of April 1, 1989. He was given the courtesy title of Viscount Ingestre, and enjoyed a sibling-free childhood. He was and is the apple of his father's eye. From a young age, Prescott's sense of superiority was fueled by his father's order to his governess that he should never be punished or reprimanded. He was given free reign over the Kingsley's London estate. Not that the old biddy would have done so anyway; Prescott was a darling child, and had a knack for charming whatever he wanted out of virtually anyone.
Prescott Kingsley was addressed as Lord Ingestre by the servants of Kingsley estate, and always presented thus when meeting new people. He was home schooled by the best tutors money could buy during his years of primary schooling, though his life was not a solitary one. Naturally, he associated with other noble children, like the son of this duke or that marquess. When high school rolled around, Prescott was a known figure. His tutors put him in a very advanced position, and he glided through his lessons with no problem. It left him much time for other endeavors, such as underage drinking, smoking, gambling...and of course women. It didn't take long for Prescott to be caught in a drug scandal, and he ended up with substance abuse on his record. Obviously, he didn't do any time, but he did pay a heavy fine. And he caught the attention of the media.
They began by running a story called Good Boys Gone Bad, where they featured Prescott and his pack of friends who were also members of nobility. The tabloids fell in love with the guys and their 'bad boy' persona, and it sparked a new interest in the sons and daughters of peers.
Finally, Prescott had to get away. It wasn't that he was sick of his playboy reputation, but his father had given him an ultimatum; find a wife by the time you graduate high school, or your allowance will be cut in half. Eager much? Yes, the Earl was. And Prescott couldn't get his father to budge on this matter. So he took his search to America, out of the eye of the British tabloids. Now he attends WAUoA, and as well as studying music, he is actively searching for a potential wife. Kind of.
Best Memory:
It was the first day of Prescott Kingsley's sophomore year at Washington University of Arts, and well...school looked pretty much the same. Same color, same layout, and generally the same faces. Also, he would rather be elsewhere equally as fervently as he had all of last year.
Presently, Prescott sat in the back of his limo. The bell had yet to ring, and he rather enjoyed watching the students from behind the black tinted windows of his stretch. It was then that he saw her for the first time. The girl he would later come to know as Cecelia Reese was walking with Adelle St. Clair, who was also a sophomore. She was a freshman, he assumed, as he hadn't seen her before. And Prescott would have definitely remembered that face. She was brunette, and had a certain classy appeal to her appearance. If she was with Adelle St. Clair, and they were together like old friends on her first day at WAUoA, then she was also probably from the Hamptons. Which meant she was probably wealthy and respectable. And he was so very intrigued by her.
Could she be a potential...bride? Only time would tell.
Worst Memory:
Prescott had a horrid hangover.
The Earl knew damn well that he would, since he had gotten in at four in the morning. It was now nine in the morning, and Prescott had been summoned to the Earl's study 'at your earliest convenience'. Which roughly translated to 'get your ass in here now'. So, Prescott drug himself out of bed and pulled on an H&M housecoat before trudging off to see what his father could possibly want before noon.
Prescott smiled inwardly at the way he even referred to his father as 'the Earl' in his thoughts. Honestly, Prescott hadn't known him as anything else. He never called his dad 'father', or anything of that sort. It was the Earl, and when he addressed him as My Lord or Lord Shrewsbury. The Kingsleys were a very traditional bunch.
Today was no different. Prescott was announced by the Earl's butler as Viscount Ingestre, and then he entered. The Earl had his hands clasped behind his back, and was facing the wall behind him. A life sized picture of the Earl's father hung there, and Prescott groaned; another one of these lectures. They always began with a reference to the late Earl and his knowledge of duty. In short, the meeting mostly concern the Earl badgering his son to marry.
He was only twenty for Christ's sake! He had plenty of time to marry, but the Earl was hasty. But this time, Prescott was left with an ultimatum; either marry before his twenty-first birthday, or have his allowance cut in half until he did. That was simply unacceptable. His birthday was this coming April...the man was speaking crazy! But, he often did when desperate. And Prescott could tell he was serious. The Earl had doomed him to an early demise by marriage, or seriously reducing the expenses with which he lived. The latter was not an option, so it was at this point that Prescott Kingsley began to look seriously into holy matrimony.
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`Writing Skill ,,
See Neve.
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`Behind The Character ,,
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