Post by 㣡mâÿ - - -♫ on Jul 3, 2009 1:03:11 GMT -5
Don't you look
just darling?
;Zoulon Bell;
;Male;
;Born on July the 29th;
;Appears to be in his twenty's;
;Resident of Canna;
;Tailor, Furrier, Hunter;
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fine dear
A closer look...
Known as Zou-Zou to his parents.
His parents are (they're still alive) in the fashion business and come from family's in the fashion business. His father, a Bell, owns the family store where he is a tailor and alter-er. His mother comes from a designer family and through the Bell store, she designs and makes custom hats and dresses.
The store itself is relatively small and old-fashioned, as the town puts it. There is no shiny white walls or- oh horror! -vinyl floors. The benches and shelves are not stainless steel and lights are in no way 'energy-savers'. They are proper glass bulbs filled of Argon gas and Tungsten wire. The building is heated by oil heaters that coil across the wooden walls. Real wood, not that fake shiny stuff that comes in boxes. Even the phone hasn't seen the 21st Century. Behind a curtain -don't panic, it isn't made of beads- is a small kitchen armed with some well weathered couches and a television that can get four channels. And, Zoulon discovered, if you move the T.V thirty centimetres to the left, you can get a fifth channel of static!
There's even a second floor where the Bell family resides. Bell and Son's is a true store, away from the hustle and bustle that is commercialism today.
Zoulon grew up amongst the hats and the scarves and the men's suits and tophats. He grew up living and breathing fabric and stitching. It is his life and only love. From a young age he was helping his parents in the business. He knows every technique, every fabric, every stitch. Each garment the Bells make is handmade. It is made with precision and care. It is made for you. You, as in tu, not vous. Not the mass population but for little old you. When you walk into their store and spot Mrs. Bell's designer black bucket hat with an embodied Fleur pattern, you know it was made with love. And as you brush your fingers against the satin lining, you know there isn't another hat quite like it. It will be just yours. Only yours.
But he has another love.
Fur.
Zoulon had always loved the pictures in the old magazines of the woman bundled in their possum coats, their fox scarves around their throats with it's dead, unspeaking eyes. Of course, there is faux fur but it has no life. It never had life. It is simply non-living.
But fur, it once had life. You can preserve its beauty for all to see and marvel at.
And so, Zoulon Bell, became a furrier and hunter.
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a heartbreaker
Oh wow.
Unlike this man in the image, Zoulon is always clean shaven.
The fashion is rather similar though. He wears jackets with white or, depending on the jacket, blue or pink shirts. Occasionally he wears a waistcoat over it and sometimes a tie to complete the outfit. Pants are straight-legged and match the jacket.
All his clothes are tailored to fit perfectly and enhance his figure.
Hair is really like so;
Eyes are a warm brown. I suspose you could compare them to the Twilight vampires but I wouldn't say that to Zoulon. He'ld stick pins in you.
Build wise, he's well proportioned. Zoulon has long legs matched with a square torso. His shoulders are wide without being noticeable. He is naturally slim but couldn't be called scrawny.
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you dashing?
But who are you?
Zoulon is an aesthete. It is philosophy which became popularized in the Victorian Era.
An aesthete is a person who admires beauty and art in all shapes and forms. They surround themselves with beautiful things.
Dealing with clothes, Zoulon looks to enhance the natural beauty of people by using their garments to flatter their best features.
I'm sure you've heard of people who can hear colour. It is a rather odd medical phenomenon called Synesthesia.
One of their senses triggers another in their brain. Zoulon has what is called Broadband Sound -> Colour Synesthesia. Basically, any sound (including music) can trigger colours and shapes in his vision. Many Synesthetes describe the colours being in their mind eye or projected in a "screen". Zoulon sees his in the latter. He often tries to capture what he sees in the colours of his clothes.
A furrier.
An occupation where the person makes, repairs, alters, cleans or otherwise deals in furs.
A hunter.
If Zoulon isn't buying existing fur garments or furs from hunters, he is out hunting himself. He is very careful and well-trained. He chooses his prey very careful. But seeing as he is only interested in the fur itself, he sells whatever he can and leaves the rest to the scavengers. He only ever uses a bow and arrow to do his work, his tools being knives.
Do no interfer with his work. Do not even touch his work.
He is very serious, finicky and methodical when it comes to anything he is working on. Everything has a set routine and hates to change it. Often, he can be seen wearing a pair of glasses on a fine gold chain. He doesn't need them, as such, but it helps when looking at fine details. Zoulon likes his work to be of the highest quality and near perfection.
It is usually while working or under stress that his temper shows. Pressure him to work faster or even interrupt it can he will begin to yell and throw the nearest thing he has at you.
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You look good[/font][/color]
old chap!
But, still, what is he like?
You just heard he has temper.
Whenever frustrated, stressed, irritated or just plain angry he will yell and throw things. Anything. So long as it is heavy, he'll throw it at you and you better duck.
He has very good aim.
Whether you like it or not, Zoulon has a tendency to turn up in places where he shouldn't be. You could be sitting alone in a cafe and he will just sit beside you despite that you're actually waiting for someone. Tell him that, and he'll stay just to meet your friend.
This attitude especially shines through when there are classes or groups involved. In a divided society (to the likes of high school) he will treat everyone as equal, make social faux pas with ease and then smile and offer out a packet of Lemon Tart biscuits.
Zoulon will often patronize people and then will act inferior. He likes to mess with the balance of society.
With that, he can very in your face as he tends to ignore social rules of conduct. Not only will he invite himself into your house, while you're stammering at the door he will adjust your furniture and help himself to whatever is in the fridge. Zoulon moves fast paced, talking easily and efficiently. Yet, he does not give the air of being rude but simply as enchanting and perhaps even comedic. Okay, yes, he has just entered your house uninvited but by the end of the whole ordeal you generally feel better for it. He does everything with grace and style and a smile on his face.
When Zoulon isn't exhibiting his eccentric behaviour and dismissing all social conventions, he behaves modest and polite.
You have to know the rules to break them.
He can be quite the gentleman if he wants to be and is fully able to appear quiet and reserved. It usually in regard to his work that he chooses to act so. In front of potential customers or clients, he will drop the in-your-face attitude for something my resigned. But he still doesn't loose his charming, carefree approach.
Scrapbooking.
You must understand that Zoulon is an avid scrapbooker. Not in the cutesy, handcraft sense but in a less (of course) stereotypical scense. He takes a digital camera wherever he goes and eagerly snaps pictures of all that interests him. Seeing as Bell and Son's does not own a computer or a printer, he prints the pictures from digital printers in town. Each picture is then simply stuck into a medium-sized scrapbook with a caption. He will also scrawl notes about that person or thoughts at the time.
A large percentage of the book contains snippets of materials for his business or photos of interesting outfits he has seen about. Zoulon is always recording things for his work. His work rarely leaves his mind.
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You are[/font][/color]
absolutely stunning!
You have taste, non?
What I like;
- fur
- fashion, new and old
- 1930-1950 music
- records
- cameras
- biscuits with cream filling
- man-bags surprisingly useful
- classical music except for Wagner
- murder mystery novels whodunnit?!
- whipped cream
- cherry blossom trees
- art of any shape and form
- rain in trees
- wind through leaves
- windchimes
What I can't stand;
- art critics I may be one but I don't tell everyone how I feel
- certain music
- cellphone ringtones
- the sound of metal and glass being scratched
- blackboards being scratched
- pushy clients
- people who complain that they don't like it
- people who scream and squeal when they hear it's real fur
- bottled water
- people who wear bad clothes
- in fact, people with no taste what-so-ever
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Aren't you a sight[/font][/color]
for sore-eyes?
This place, Canna...?
Zoulon Bell exists as a character in young girl's alternate reality.
He taken from her grandmother's own fur collection. The old woman treasured her stoat and fox scarves and her white rabbit coat. In the modern world, such items are frowned upon but to the old lady, it was a blast from the past. They brought upon nostalgia, from long gone days of Jazz and Swingers' clubs and black-and-white cinema. These once-alive items had been there with her and seen the world through glass eyes. In death, they would last forever.
And so, he wears them. In the world of Canna, Gianna's grandmother's scarves and coats are now worn by the eccentric furrier. They are easily recognisable as her grandmother often pulled them from her wardrobe and showed them to Gianna as a small girl. Such items were curious to children as they barely grasped the idea of death.
Zoulon Bell represents the perseverance of life after death. It is the idea that even after your mind is gone, there is something left to be remembered or admiring. It is the idea that nothing is truly forgotten. This, I hope, is shown by the amount of care he puts into making the furs into something truly beautiful.
He also represents the admiration towards beauty and the hatred towards 'ugliness'. How can you define beauty?
And as Socrates asks, to know great beauty, do you need to know great ugliness?
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"Different types who wear a day / coat pants with stripes and cutaway / coat perfect fits/
Puttin' on the Ritz!"
And with certain finality, Zoulon Bell heaved himself onto the reception desk and crossed his legs prettily, one over the other. He smiled and waved out the window where a man quickly decided it was best not to stare and hurried along down the mainstreet. He wasn't to blame, Zoulon put on a good performance and you couldn't help but watch a young man dance across his shop in a full tuxedo, swinging a cane to a showtune that had lost it's popularity several decades ago.
Still humming the chorus, Zoulon tapped the head of the cane against his chin. He was really quite bored. Due to the mass production, no one really had a care for custom garments or fine hats, ties and gloves and the likes. Of course, the local high school's dances would be a big boost for business. Most girls could get a dress anywhere and his mother would be happy to do the custom made and alterations but the boys would have to come to him if they wanted a suit. Whether one off the rack or one made to fit, Zoulon would be busy and thus happy.
But until then...he sighed and rested his cane on the bench, placing his tophat over it.
"Who knows," he told himself," There might be a three car pile-up today and you can make suits for the funeral goers. See? All better."
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