Name: Jean Augustin
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Position & Nationality: Scientist, perhaps? Maybe even a helper of some sort for that...? And France.
Personality: Jean can be rather crazy and maybe even immature with some topics, but usually forms an opinion on anything he could think about. He could be rather harsh in scolding as well, but that doesn't mean he has no guilt. However, he avoids apologizing when possible. He's also rather nervous around people he doesn't know, yet he can still act or think rather childish whenever. Probably more in roleplay since I'll have to develop him.
Background: He was bullied in school, with a caring mother, and a playful but... Slightly creepy father, whom had died when Jean was six. Jean later on had gained interests in supernatural stuff, studies of insanity, stuff like that. He never really took much mind to being bullied unless it was that stuff he was made fun of for. Although, he grew up as more of a loner, trying to be strong.
Despite this, to anyone he loves as a friend or any of that sort, he's always wanted to make others laugh. He figured by seeming a little crazy himself, he could do this. Soon enough he started to travel and eventually learned English. Even if he likes to be alone sometimes nowadays... He'll still be willing to ramble your ears off today, maybe in both languages. (Backstory I made up in a few minutes, might change later. o-o)
RP Sample:
"Est vous, just become I'm from France doesn't mean I'm going to be fancy!" Jean rambled to himself as he walked along the airport, pulling his luggage behind him. "No no, I'm not an actor... EST VOUS! JUST BECAUSE -" He slapped himself suddenly while halfheartedly continuing to talk to himself. "Non, non, be calm, Jean." He was nervous about something, and that something was just getting on a plane.
No, it wasn't crashing. It was just the thought of being uncomfortable in one of those... Things... For hours. And then we get the aftermath; jet-leg. So he wasn't nervous, just feeling extremely anxious. Sure, he had been on one of these planes before... Although he would never get used to the discomfort he usually got. At least turbulence was cool.
He probably got a few stares after suddenly screaming and then slapping himself, too, but it wasn't like he cared. He wouldn't be paid attention to for long when he handed the lady his ticket, and soon proceeded to slow down a small aisle in the plane. He stuffed his luggage in the little openings above his seat before crawling in toward the one by the window. This was going to be a long trip.
Black hair, a bit of a beard, light green eyes, etc.