[hider=Beau Salvatore] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0bTKP1T.png[/img] [h3][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjk2LkYwQUI4OC5RbVZoZFNCVFlXeDJZWFJ2Y21VLC4w/hesterica.regular.png[/img] 24 [color=F0AB88]●[/color] ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ [color=F0AB88]●[/color] ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ[/h3][color=F0AB88]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color] [/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent] [color=F0AB88][sub][h3]summary[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent]Friendly, effervescent, and one of the biggest film nerds you’ll ever meet, Beau has no trouble striking up a conversation with just about anyone — stopping, however, becomes an issue once he gets rolling, so make sure to grab a snack while you wait.[/indent] [color=F0AB88][sub][h3]brief history[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent]Born to a family of artists, Beau has always been something of a creative spirit. Much of his early childhood was spent in the company of his very, very, [i]very[/i] large extended family. They were a boisterous bunch, laughing often with sincerity and ease, and treated everyone they met with a camaraderie warm enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. Before he got old enough to participate, Beau enjoyed listening in on their conversations. They talked about everything under the sun, swapping stories, small talk, and even the odd off-color joke once enough alcohol had gone around the room. A happy, functional family seemed to be a rarity these days, and growing up, Beau saw the world through rose-tinted glasses. As an only child, his parents always treated him with a certain degree of preciousness, though they were careful not to spoil him overmuch. One of his favorite childhood memories was him sitting with his parents, watching old Buster Keaton flicks they’d rented from the Blockbuster down the street. Beau’s own father was an actor, and his mother a screenwriter. The Salvatore clan was made up of a menagerie of artists, musicians, and other similarly colorful characters, so it was only natural that he’d decide to follow in their footsteps, albeit in his own way. He was gifted his first camera when he was 10 — an old Super 8 that he used to shoot home movies and short films. It soon grew into a passion for him. His parents supported this interest, and encouraged him to keep at it. High school was when he started to take things a bit more seriously. He loved movies, loved watching them, making them, and wanted to do something with it, just like his parents had done. So, he began working towards his goal of Boston University. It took him many sleepless nights and enough coffee to kill an elephant, but eventually, he managed to piece together a reel he was happy with. Two weeks passed before Beau was invited for an interview, and then a week after that, he received an acceptance letter in the mail. Beau’s college years marked the first time he’d been away from home for more than a week. During his summer internship, he worked at a news station – which, in layman’s terms – translated to getting bossed around by studio bigwigs while he did all the grunt work and fetched them coffee. Not quite what he was hoping for, but he just treated it as a learning experience. That was the problem with Beau, he’s always been kind of a pushover, a little too eager to please, prone to flights of fancy. His father often said that if he wanted to survive in the industry, he needed to learn to stand up for himself. This advice was something he took to heart, but actually [i]doing[/i] it was a different story altogether. When he got his degree, the AFI Conservatory was what Beau looked to next. That, however, did not go as smoothly as he was hoping. They didn’t like what he had to offer — said it wasn’t original enough, spectacular enough, [i]good[/i] enough. Being dealt such a blow left him stunned and adrift, but just giving up would render all his efforts for naught. And so, after a few months of soul-searching, Beau threw himself into his work with newfound vigor. He has since been working freelance as a videographer, while having his own projects on the side. Even as a child, the whole concept of Strings fascinated him. His parents liked to tell him stories about their own meeting, about the red string that led them to each other. The very thought of having a soulmate out there… well, that was the stuff of fairytales, wasn’t it? Beau’s own interest in the topic is channelled into his latest short film (as of yet unnamed) about people finding each other through the Strings that connected them.[/indent] [color=F0AB88][sub][h3]strings[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent][color=d10c2a]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=52c57f]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=a169f2]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=ee8c32]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=gray]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=gray]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup][/indent] [color=F0AB88][sub][h3]other information[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent]dialogue colour: [color=F0AB88]#F0AB88[/color] faceclaim: Keiynan Lonsdale theme song: [url=https://youtu.be/p_hIJ1bBtfc]TOOGOODTOBETRUE - Gallant[/url][/indent] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center][color=F0AB88]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color][/center][/hider] [hider=Jonas Haynes] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5vbr1Kt.png[/img] [h3][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LmFiYWJhYi5TbTl1WVhNZ1NHRjVibVZ6LjA,/sweet-handwrite.regular.png[/img] 37 [color=ababab]●[/color] ᴍᴀʟᴇ [color=ababab]●[/color] ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ[/h3][color=ababab]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color] [/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent] [color=ababab][sub][h3]summary[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent]There’s little else Jonas loves more than food; most of his days are spent slaving away in the sweltering kitchen of his restaurant, yelling at the new hire, and making sure the whole operation doesn’t fall apart at a moment’s notice.[/indent] [color=ababab][sub][h3]brief history[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent]Jonas Haynes was born in Calgary, the seventh son of a seventh son, and the youngest of nine children. Yes, you heard right — the man who ruled over his restaurant with an iron fist, and looked more like a contract killer than a professional chef, was the runt of the litter. Growing up with eight older siblings, one would be forgiven for assuming that he simply went along with whatever they wanted, but even from a young age, Jonas never took anything lying down. His parents often recount with a certain degree of fondness the absolute [i]menace[/i] he was as a child. On the playground, he would always be the first to the swingset, pushing over any kid unfortunate enough to get in his way. On his siblings’ birthdays, he’d blow out the candles before anyone else could. This competitive streak, however, was not always a bad thing. Jonas found an outlet in ice hockey when he was twelve, and joined the school team, beating out kids three or four years his elder. Since he hated to be the last in – well, just about anything, really – he always strived to push himself beyond his limits. By the time he turned eighteen, Jonas was well on his way to a career in professional hockey. After he and his team swept the Collegiate division, an NHL team by the name of Calgary Steel decided to pick him up for a nine-game trial period. But in the last legs of his ninth and final game, a head-on collision with another player resulted in a shattered kneecap for Jonas. His chances of becoming a professional hockey player seemed to vanish overnight; he could barely [i]walk[/i], let alone get on the ice again. For the next few years, Jonas was lost. Hockey had been such a huge part of his life that after the accident, he wasn’t left with much else. It wasn’t until his father sat him down, and told him to stop feeling sorry for himself that he finally got his shit together. Rather than going off to college like all his siblings had done, Jonas stayed in Calgary to help out at his parents’ restaurant. What started as a method of recovery turned into a newfound passion for him. There was something therapeutic about slaving over a hot stove for hours on end, making food that put a smile on people’s faces. Soon, he found himself looking to other opportunities. At first filling in as a line cook at a hotel kitchen, Jonas slowly began to work his way up. The experience he gained manifested in countless cuts and burns, until finally, he was offered the position of executive chef at [i]Jubilee[/i], a Michelin-starred restaurant in the heart of Quebec. For years, Jonas worked alongside his partner to make [i]Jubilee[/i] the talk of the town. But Jonas’ ambitions didn’t stop there. With the help of his parents, he opened his own restaurant in his hometown of Calgary. It turned out to be a resounding success, and just two years later, Jonas established [i]The Minotaur[/i] in Boston. Truth be told, he has never given much thought to the idea of “strings”. So often does he get caught up in the pursuit of success that apart from the odd drunken tryst, personal relationships have taken a backseat. Why did he need a soulmate to be happy, anyway? He had a successful business, a loving, close-knit family, and was doing what he loved. If anything, this string nonsense was nothing more than a distraction. But for now, all he can do is keep his business running the best he can, and studiously ignore the voicemails left by his parents telling him to get married and settle down.[/indent] [color=ababab][sub][h3]strings[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent][color=d10c2a]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=52c57f]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=a169f2]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=ee8c32]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=gray]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup] [color=gray]⎯⎯⎯⎯[s]𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷[/s]⎯⎯⎯⎯[/color] [sup][i]Character's thoughts on this person here[/i].[/sup][/indent] [color=ababab][sub][h3]other information[/h3][/sub][/color] [indent]dialogue colour: [color=ababab]#ABABAB[/color] faceclaim: Tom Hardy theme song: [url=https://youtu.be/DXAidGQUuns]Steady, As She Goes - The Raconteurs[/url][/indent] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center][color=ababab]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color][/center][/hider]