Blaise Mikaelson

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  • Age & Birthday
    Twenty Five; January 2nd
  • Gender
    Male (himself/he/him)
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  • Height & Build
    5"9 Slim
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  • Romantic Status
    Single, Unplotted
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  • Wand
    10" Fig Wood, pegasus feather
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    Marlon Teixeira

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  1. Blaise Mikaelson

    Blaise just hoped he would fit in well here like he had Norway before he would then head back to France, then to go around again in another 12 months, he loved his job but it didn't leave him room for romance or friends. As he left them all behind when he left, to return and people moved on which was fine of course but annoying. "A second dragon trainer, keeper I've met with that ability, can I see what you can do with it?" obvs it kept her fireproof but could she do balls of fire and special tricks like his Norway girl he had trained up though she was very feisty herself. "The fire proof comes in handy right?" he asked chuckling. "Nice I was Beauxbatons, from France" he said if his accent didn't give him away. "Who's your uncle?" he asked not hearing that until now and was puzzled.
  2. Blaise Mikaelson

    He nodded his head it was still a pretty big place for a small sanctuary. He had just worked in the massive Norway one and boy that hadn’t been fun not when a girl got smacked against the wall by a massive horn tail, it was awful. He just hoped the same didn’t happen here. “I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly, just new location and all” he said honestly he was good at picking things up quickly. He never stayed in one place more than six months to a year. “What do you enjoy about dragons the most?” He asked with a smile as he continued to walk as he heard that she was a keeper. So she helped look after them and catered for their needs, where as he bred them and collected the eggs to either give to another breeding grounds or to a well trained dragon expert for observations or they generally stayed where they were created. “Newly graduated right?”he could tell she was so young looking.
  3. Blaise Mikaelson

    Blaise felt bad as she had her nose buried in a book, but once she looked up she closed it anyway. He noticed she was friendly which was good to, seeing as he was new and all and had no idea where the heck he was going. “Thank you, I’d be waiting forever trying to figure it out” he chuckled softly as she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you rose I’m blaise” he said folding and putting away the paper work. As they walked he look around slowly trying to get s feel and pin point certain things. “So what’s your role here?” He asked trying to keep the conversation flowing.
  4. Blaise Mikaelson

    Since he had been five years old he had been obsessed with dragons. That’s what he wanted to do when he graduated from school, and he had done however he was now being shipped off to another country to help out with their dragon breeding programs after setting up several back on his own work company. He was the best breeding expert from where he was from and he was sure he wound be he best when he arrived in England to see the crew there. Blaise had no idea who he was going to be working with or for. No one had gave him much information so when he arrived in magical attire his fireproof clothes, cap and hard boots he waited by the entrance unsure who he was talking to. when a red haired girl walked past he coughed to get her attention. “Excuse me, csn you help me? I’m the new breeding expert come to help set up several programs but not sure where I’m going or who I need to see” he said handing her some paper work just for proof.
  5. Blaise was born and bread a french man he adored the city of lights/love as much as the next romantic guy why was it so hard to find someone. He didn't have a current job as he just got back from traveling in Thailand for three years, it had been a trip of a life time he had met some girls/boys out but nothing sparked romance. Just flings he he enjoyed them but not enough to ask for more, sighing he was hanging around the Eiffel tower. Sitting on the grass with a backpack he pulled out a sketch book and began to sketch the tower as he ruffled his hair as he pulled out a bottle of water. Sipping it he placed it down and continued the grey, black and white sketch. Blaise always had a knack for drawing/painting things which was a passion of his. He looked up every now and then to see on passengers go and then returned back to his pad, Thailand was beautiful. The nice waters, beautiful creatures and locations it was a dream and he enjoyed what he got up to, studying new things and trying new things. Food, culture and much more as he looked down at his page stopping as he flicked through his book at his sketches for Thailand. He missed the place he would of stayed too but his grandad got seriously ill so he came back to look after him.
  6. Blaise Mikaelson

    His toasted crossant was brought over and that filled his nostrils with smell. But the smell of the lillies filled the room more making his nose itch a little. Sipping his drink he cut his toasted food into smaller manageable pieces and eat the first part his eyes on the flowers he had made bloom. "I can see that" he said admitting that part was indeed true from what he had just witnessed. Blaise had a good eye especially for detail and such. B turned his gaze to the man as he spoke to him again making light conversation with him. B nodded his head "indeed that's true there are loads in the city, as well as the outskirts to." B only knew that cause he lived here he also had them in his garden. Which he harvest a lot bringing them inside. "Visiting so you have family here or?" He was just curious to what brought him here. Maybe he could extend a small tour to the small town, might make him feel welcomed a little more. b watched as he fumbled and wondered what was wrong with him, though it was highly amusing to watch. B finished the last of his crossant and pushed his empty plate to one side. As he grabbed his drink and held it in his hands it was cool, he enjoyed the sensation numbing his hands. "I am was born here and now I manage my parents estate and their small business, from time to time. Given it was a hotel he loved getting away from nagging guests. What about yourself?" He asked in return. Blaise was good at communicating with anyone really he didn't shut up unless he needed to, or didn't have anything to say. Hearing his words his eyes squinted at what he was trying to say, his words jumbled and stuttered he smiled. "Are you asking me if I'm a rare breed that would be correct" he said chuckling and winked at him, if he was referring him being a wizard then yes if not he could think of something else. "Coffee is so bad, full of caffeine and such you should try what I have it's good" he said sipping it more through the straw and smiled pushing it away feeling rather full.
  7. Blaise Mikaelson

    Blaise was born and read French he adored the country he loved tourists, especially the ones from far away countries. He was out early as he loved the mornings and had the day off so he was making the most of it. The sun was bright and his garden looked amazing grabbing his push bike he put his small travel bag in the basket and pedalled to the local town. He lives out in the country side himself away from the city as much as he loved the city it was polluted and so very noisy and bright. He wore tight short shorts male fashionable pumps and a nice shirt with sunglasses. It took him over half an hour at his semi fast pace as he headed for the local cafe he knew the owner and helped out occasionally. Getting off his bike he pushed the door open and parked it by the door leaning against the large open windows grabbing his bag. As he walked to the counter he took his wallet out and paid for a Carmel fudge ice cooler, a Carmel shortbread and a crossiant with cheese and tomato which needed cooking. He paid and then walked to take a seat at the closest table which was near a well dressed man. Who was in grossed and seemed to be oblivious of his surroundings. Blaise was watxhinf on passers when he saw the man shift a little his hand moved and he watched and smelt the flowers. He crinkled his forehead as he looked at him. "How did you do that?" B asked unsure if he was even a wizard but it seemed fitting.