Post by Nixon Darius Giroux on Apr 1, 2015 19:54:43 GMT -5
NIXON DARIUS GIROUX
FULL NAME: Nixon Darius Giroux
NICKNAMES: Nix
AGE: Thirty-four
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Florist
HAIR: Though his hair looks like varying shades of brown, Nixon is a natural red head. He usually just lets people believe what they will. He keeps it cropped short because any longer annoys him.
EYES: blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None really worth mentioning
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: None
PLAY-BY: Michael Fassbender! <3
LIKES: Flowers, growing plants, cooking, the shocked looks on people’s faces when he tells them what he does for a living, getting his hands dirty, tea, Subway, music of all kinds, New Orleans, Cajun cooking, spicy foods, a cold beer, snickerdoodle cookies, baseball caps, New York at night, sitting on the roof of the flower shop (he’s done it up like a little secret garden in the city), rainy days, wedding contracts
DISLIKES: coffee, excessive travel, being late, sleeping in, sour candies, the blazing sun, losing his page, sitting in front of a computer for hours, sticking himself with rose thorns, silence, funeral contracts, dealing with bitchy people, bears, moose, cleaning house
FEARS: His parents finding out the truth, clowns, large wild animals (bears, moose, etc. Though there is no basis for it)
SECRETS: His parents think he’s some big time doctor. And while Nixon did go to medical school and completed his time there, he didn’t become a practicing anesthesiologist.
PERSONALITY: Nixon isn’t what anyone would think to look at him. And he knows it. He looks a little scary but he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He mutters in French when he’s stuck on something and he curses like a sailor who thinks he’s still on the water. But these things are all Nixon. Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisana, Nix has a spiritual head on his shoulders. He believes in Karma and doesn’t let things like a temper weigh him down. He believes in holding doors open for women, surprising his dates with a bouquet of flowers. He has a serious sweet tooth but it’s mostly for cookies and chocolates, not so much candies. When he’s at work, he probably looks a little crazy but he’s a bit of a perfectionist there and he doesn’t want anything leaving his shop he wouldn’t be proud to give to his mama. He’s proud of his accomplishments and of the fact that he’s found what he wants to do for the rest of his life. In that way, he was quite lucky but he’s also quite lonely. Oh, he won’t tell anyone that instead he’ll smile that charming smile of his and say everything’s great. He never would have said he was a hopeless romantic but he kind of is and very much the gentleman, trying to prove that chivalry isn’t dead yet.
MOTHER: Nadia Giroux & age
FATHER: MacKenzie Giroux & age
SIBLINGS: Kendra Giroux-Weir & 30.
OTHERS: Karen & John Mulaney, 67 & 68 respectively, previous owners of The Flower Pot
PETS: Delphinium (Delphi) & Golden Retriever!
HOMETOWN: New Orleans, Louisiana (Specifically the French Quarter).
HISTORY: Once upon a time, Nixon Addams had life all figured out. He was going to make his parents proud, he was going to finish medical school and become a doctor or a surgeon and make a tidy living for himself. He hugged his parents goodbye, hopped into the car they’d given him for his sixteenth birthday and drove off to school. He spent the next few years, working his ass off to graduate and become a full fledged doctor, specialising in anesthesiology, he’d decided. He worked part-time in a flower shop to have a bit of extra money to drink and eat away while he was so far from home. A bit of money to spoil the ladies in his life with. Throughout his time with the flower shop, he found himself taking on more and more hours, learning more and more about flowers. After he’d been granted his doctorate and had put in enough hours to actually become an anesthesiologist, he turned his back on the medical world completely.
His life before didn’t really matter to Nixon. He grew up with his sister, four years younger than him in the middle of the French Quarter in New Orleans. He knew French before he knew English, could cook long before he knew how to ride a bike and he protected his little sister from the bullies that thought they could pick on her. He was a tough kid with a brain. And he had wanted to do something with that brain. He grew up doing what most kids did, he rebelled but in a place like the French Quarter, rebelling wasn’t the same thing. He grew up surrounded by a diverse culture that strongly believed his life after death and paraded it around whenever someone died. As tiring as some found it, Nixon loved it all. But he wanted to see something other than New Orleans. So when he left for school, he chose somewhere so far from New Orleans, it may as well have been on the other side of the planet as opposed to the other side of the country.
Sure, now he could walk into any hospital and find himself a job but his years at the flower shop had changed his mind on what he wanted from life. He knew he would find fulfillment working in a hospital, saving lives but at the same time, in the years he’d been at the hospital, he’d lost three patients. He’d never been the surgeon and the patient hadn’t died because of the anesthetic but he still felt the loss just as if he’d been the cause of it. And he knew he couldn’t spend the rest of his days like that. New York was an exciting place and Nixon loved how the city thrived with its busy nature. So he decided to stay instead of returning home to his parents. He didn’t want to have to tell them he’d ultimately been a failure.
He stayed on, working at the flower shop and actually enjoying himself more and more. He’d found he quite enjoyed seeing the smiles on the customers faces when he gave them their orders. It was thrilling and Nixon felt he’d found his calling. A few years later, the owner was getting older and decided she wanted to retire with her husband, move to Seattle where their children were. Nixon couldn’t fault them wanting to spend their golden years surrounded by their family. But he worried about what they meant for him. He had nothing outside the flower shop that he really loved. Fortunately, the month before Karen and John were set to leave, they surprised Nixon with the best gift anyone had ever given him; the shop itself. Nixon already knew how to run the shop and keep it in the black but they wanted to make sure and show him the finer details, introduce him to the accountant and those little things.
All the while Nixon told his parents he had landed a job in New York though he didn’t say where and his parents just assumed it was at a hospital there. So they congratulated him and told him how proud they were of him. They decided to make plans to visit and through their trips, Nixon managed to keep his real job a secret from them, saying he’d taken the time off to spend with them through their visit. The Flower Pot was a thriving business with other employees so he really didn’t need to be there day and night though he did stop in every day during his coffee runs for his parents, though they also assumed he was off doing his own rounds at the hospital; something that wouldn’t have happened anyway with his specialty.
Now at Thirty-four, Nixon has been the owner of The Flower Pot for six years and hasn’t been happier. But he is starting to wonder what else is out in the world that could catch his eye. He’s dated in the past but it hasn’t been anything serious though lately he’s been wishing he’d find that person that was serious. Nixon just wants a simple life of tending to his flower shop and living a life of dream’s come true. And worrying that his parents will find out the truth.
YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: I’m holding them hostage.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the basement, in a box.
SAMPLE:What kind of sample, exactly?!
