Post by Lindsay on Jul 12, 2009 20:34:25 GMT -7
Name: Johnathan Nate Kholman
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Job: Banker
Habitat: A small, albeit rich apartment in a small, busy neighbourhood close to downtown in Paris. He is on the fifth floor with no windows facing anything interesting that could be considered a view, but nevertheless it is a steal. The place has one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen/dining area, and a living room along with a parlour. It is styled decoratively, one wall lined with a shelf holding dusty books consisting mostly of boring banking stuff.
The flooring of the whole building is hardwood, which has obtained a few bangs and scratches over the years, due to furniture. The walls are a boring off-white color. His kitchen has small cupboard space with a small sink, stove (no oven), and refrigerator. Just as well, he can't cook to save his life. The dining table is made to seat around one to four people, and holds nothing of any interest on it. The living area has the bookshelf and a comfortable sofa, with a lamp post. The bedroom is as much of a bore as the rest of the apartment, with the small double bed with grey sheets and grey window coverings. Johnathan finds peace in this room, the sound of traffic lulling him into unconciousness at night.
Physical Description: At a height of 6'1", and weighing around 170-180lbs, he isn't a slacker in any way. He stands straight, with good, proper posture, and always has his chin up like his father commanded when he was a boy. Appearing to be a proper gentleman, he keeps his hair short (much too short for his mother's taste), and a devilish goatee. With his face completely shaven he looks too babyish, in his oppinion, to be taken seriously, and he thinks his upper lip is a bit too thin. The truth is, his lips are a tad thin, but the goatee hides that fact. He also has a bit of a lisp, but not too many pick up his speach impediment. His nose is sharp, and straight. His eyes are a soft brown color with a friendly brow, casting little shadow on his eyes. To anyone who doesn't know him, he would appear to be a shy man who is always ready to pout; hence his feeling to look and act dominant arose.
His clothes are always neat, never with any sort of loose thread or stain. He walks about town usually wearing the suit he does for work. He has several suits with small differences. His favorites have small pinstripes or details that seem to elongate his body and give the impression that he is taller or more muscular, when in fact he is a bit wirey. He tried, during his adolescence, to be bigger and buffer, like his older brother Thomas, but he simply was not built for muscle. If he were an athelete, which he is not, he would be more like a runner or sprinter. His shoes are the boring leather ones shined to perfection, whether he works or not.
Personality Description: You cannot say that Johnathan is all work and no pleasure, nor the other way around. It all depends where you see him. It is almost as if he has two modes, one for work and one for play. Either way you see him, he is always very serious. Serious work is when he is doing his best to outsmart his rivals, and appear to be all the banker that his father is. People count on him, he is responsible, and very respected. Outside work he remains the same, until it is time to go clubbing. He often heads down to Montmartre to have his fun, playing with the ladies in the red light district, wasting whatever money he earns on gambling, drinking, and buying women. The reason for his meager, humble living is because he enjoys his habits to the point of stupidity.
He may portray himself as the businessman, the clever person who is great with numbers, when in reality he really only got his job because of who is father is. In fact, the reason for him being shipped over to London was because of how terrible he was, and his father felt that he could cause less harm in Paris, manning the shaky business deals over there. The bank in London could really care less about what went on in Paris financially, ergo it wouldn't matter if Johnathan screwed it up. Johnathan does not have the brains for numbers, nor for anything else, really. He is a poser.
History: Johnathan Kholman was born the second som to Margaret Thatcher-Kholman and Davin Kholman. They lived in a suburb of London in a house, detatched, not an apartment. The house was grand, and yet modest at the same time. Being a wealthy family, they spent their money on lavish parties rather than decorations or more rooms in your house than you knew what to do with. Of course, after the children came (Henri Scott Kholman, a year and six months older than Johnathan), the parties slowed down almost to a standstill. They began investing money in their children, buying them things for their lives.
It always seemed, when Johnathan was growing up, that Henri was better. He always had more friends, friends that would bully and torment Johnathan at school. He always had more girls chasing after him (not that Johnathan minded until he reached puberty). He was the smart one, the athletic one, the brave one, the good dancer, mommy and daddy's favorite. Johnathan always felt left out, though he wasn't really a slacker, himself. He was smart, and good looking, and his parents loved him. He just never really got past the silly sibling rivalry and jealousy. After school, instead of going to work straight away, he went to college to further his education. He took something do do with math and business, not that he really remembered class. Mostly in college he hung out with friends that he made, friends who knew not of his brother or his father. Nor did many care, really. The college boys took him to Montmartre his first time, they took him to a brothel for the first time. He had previously lost his virginity with a randy girl in high school, but he discovered he had barely scratched the surface of what pleasures could occur.
He became one of the many addicts. He would spend his nights gambling, betting, drinking, and entertaining woman, with or without pay. After college he didn't really want to enter the mature adult working world. He wanted to stay back in fantasy land, with the prostitutes and liquor and good times. He ended up working in London for his father, but due to his late nights he worked poorly. His father decided it was best to ship him off to Paris. It was a wake up call for him, actually. He realized that in order to be successful, you had to look the part. His brother, that pompous busybody was back at home, doing mum and dad proud, while he was here in Paris, in the shit-firm, with nobody but the prostitutes to keep him company. At least that was a positive side. He was back in Paris, near Montmartre, and the night games were always there for him to play.
Other:
Possible cannon? Henri Scott Kholman, possibly played by Liev Schreiber. images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Liev-Schreiber-gap-435887_823_1152.jpg
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Job: Banker
Habitat: A small, albeit rich apartment in a small, busy neighbourhood close to downtown in Paris. He is on the fifth floor with no windows facing anything interesting that could be considered a view, but nevertheless it is a steal. The place has one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen/dining area, and a living room along with a parlour. It is styled decoratively, one wall lined with a shelf holding dusty books consisting mostly of boring banking stuff.
The flooring of the whole building is hardwood, which has obtained a few bangs and scratches over the years, due to furniture. The walls are a boring off-white color. His kitchen has small cupboard space with a small sink, stove (no oven), and refrigerator. Just as well, he can't cook to save his life. The dining table is made to seat around one to four people, and holds nothing of any interest on it. The living area has the bookshelf and a comfortable sofa, with a lamp post. The bedroom is as much of a bore as the rest of the apartment, with the small double bed with grey sheets and grey window coverings. Johnathan finds peace in this room, the sound of traffic lulling him into unconciousness at night.
Physical Description: At a height of 6'1", and weighing around 170-180lbs, he isn't a slacker in any way. He stands straight, with good, proper posture, and always has his chin up like his father commanded when he was a boy. Appearing to be a proper gentleman, he keeps his hair short (much too short for his mother's taste), and a devilish goatee. With his face completely shaven he looks too babyish, in his oppinion, to be taken seriously, and he thinks his upper lip is a bit too thin. The truth is, his lips are a tad thin, but the goatee hides that fact. He also has a bit of a lisp, but not too many pick up his speach impediment. His nose is sharp, and straight. His eyes are a soft brown color with a friendly brow, casting little shadow on his eyes. To anyone who doesn't know him, he would appear to be a shy man who is always ready to pout; hence his feeling to look and act dominant arose.
His clothes are always neat, never with any sort of loose thread or stain. He walks about town usually wearing the suit he does for work. He has several suits with small differences. His favorites have small pinstripes or details that seem to elongate his body and give the impression that he is taller or more muscular, when in fact he is a bit wirey. He tried, during his adolescence, to be bigger and buffer, like his older brother Thomas, but he simply was not built for muscle. If he were an athelete, which he is not, he would be more like a runner or sprinter. His shoes are the boring leather ones shined to perfection, whether he works or not.
Personality Description: You cannot say that Johnathan is all work and no pleasure, nor the other way around. It all depends where you see him. It is almost as if he has two modes, one for work and one for play. Either way you see him, he is always very serious. Serious work is when he is doing his best to outsmart his rivals, and appear to be all the banker that his father is. People count on him, he is responsible, and very respected. Outside work he remains the same, until it is time to go clubbing. He often heads down to Montmartre to have his fun, playing with the ladies in the red light district, wasting whatever money he earns on gambling, drinking, and buying women. The reason for his meager, humble living is because he enjoys his habits to the point of stupidity.
He may portray himself as the businessman, the clever person who is great with numbers, when in reality he really only got his job because of who is father is. In fact, the reason for him being shipped over to London was because of how terrible he was, and his father felt that he could cause less harm in Paris, manning the shaky business deals over there. The bank in London could really care less about what went on in Paris financially, ergo it wouldn't matter if Johnathan screwed it up. Johnathan does not have the brains for numbers, nor for anything else, really. He is a poser.
History: Johnathan Kholman was born the second som to Margaret Thatcher-Kholman and Davin Kholman. They lived in a suburb of London in a house, detatched, not an apartment. The house was grand, and yet modest at the same time. Being a wealthy family, they spent their money on lavish parties rather than decorations or more rooms in your house than you knew what to do with. Of course, after the children came (Henri Scott Kholman, a year and six months older than Johnathan), the parties slowed down almost to a standstill. They began investing money in their children, buying them things for their lives.
It always seemed, when Johnathan was growing up, that Henri was better. He always had more friends, friends that would bully and torment Johnathan at school. He always had more girls chasing after him (not that Johnathan minded until he reached puberty). He was the smart one, the athletic one, the brave one, the good dancer, mommy and daddy's favorite. Johnathan always felt left out, though he wasn't really a slacker, himself. He was smart, and good looking, and his parents loved him. He just never really got past the silly sibling rivalry and jealousy. After school, instead of going to work straight away, he went to college to further his education. He took something do do with math and business, not that he really remembered class. Mostly in college he hung out with friends that he made, friends who knew not of his brother or his father. Nor did many care, really. The college boys took him to Montmartre his first time, they took him to a brothel for the first time. He had previously lost his virginity with a randy girl in high school, but he discovered he had barely scratched the surface of what pleasures could occur.
He became one of the many addicts. He would spend his nights gambling, betting, drinking, and entertaining woman, with or without pay. After college he didn't really want to enter the mature adult working world. He wanted to stay back in fantasy land, with the prostitutes and liquor and good times. He ended up working in London for his father, but due to his late nights he worked poorly. His father decided it was best to ship him off to Paris. It was a wake up call for him, actually. He realized that in order to be successful, you had to look the part. His brother, that pompous busybody was back at home, doing mum and dad proud, while he was here in Paris, in the shit-firm, with nobody but the prostitutes to keep him company. At least that was a positive side. He was back in Paris, near Montmartre, and the night games were always there for him to play.
Other:
Possible cannon? Henri Scott Kholman, possibly played by Liev Schreiber. images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Liev-Schreiber-gap-435887_823_1152.jpg
