CASIRAGHI, adair jasper

[adair jasper casiraghi]

ADAIRJASPERCASIRAGHI

[ alex pettyfer ]

"i’m falling all over myself, trying to be someone else
i wish you would dare to walk me home, so i wouldn’t have to feel alone.”

full name adair jasper casiraghi
nickname jazz
gender male
birthday and age twenty two - june 12
orientation straight
classification elementals
ability pyrokinesis
occupation starbucks barista
cannon/wanted n/a

hello, we are here with the crown prince, adair casiraghi of monaco. adair, what an interesting name!

-chuckles- that it is, ellen, that it is. it means 'blessed'. and i must say, casiraghi is a bitch to spell sometimes. -covers his mouth for a moment- can i say that on television?

sure, why not.

okay, good. sorry.

-laughs- it's not often i get an apology from a prince. so, tell me, what is your family like?

well, i think everyone knows that i'm the grandson of grace kelly, and if those aren't big shoes to fill, then my father's definitely are. my father is prince alfred the second of monaco, i'll spare you from listing all of the names. my mother is a journalist. i've only met her twice, so i don't really know her that well. but she told me some information i was searching for. i grew up with my aunt and uncle and their children while my father was off being an olympic athlete and running a country. caroline and stefano - may he rest in peace - were like parents to me whenever my father wasn't around. then andre, charlotte, pierre, and alexandria are like siblings rather than cousins. i miss them. more than i will ever be able to say.

wow, that is one impressive family! so monaco, where is that, exactly?

it is. . . western europe on the french riviera. i grew up speaking italian, french, english, and monegasque. dinner table conversations were a bit interesting.

now, you're living on cashile, so you've got a power, what is it?

pyrokinesis. i control fire. i figured it out when i was fifteen, roughly. sitting in the receiving line, for lack of a better word, meeting with some of the community. i still don't completely know what happened, but all of a sudden my chair was on fire and i had been tackled by security. that evening, my father called in so many doctors i lost track, but then came hushed conversations behind closed doors, and i was sent off to my fencing lesson. things after that got weird because my father refused to admit that i was one of the 'freaks' the un had been panicking about lately. i mean, i was to be king and suddenly that was in jeopardy.

so are you saying prince albert refused to send you away?

that's exactly what i'm saying. he even tried to get the rule repealed but it obviously didn't work. he still kept me a secret for two more years, though.

so what changed?

i hurt someone very close to me. . . alexandria. my temper flared and i lashed out. left her in the hospital and me on a flight out to an island where the concrete hadn't even set yet. i was truly the first person other than the government to walk these streets. well, me and my security - lionel. he's a good guy, known him for ages. though he's had to bail me out of jail more times than i think he cares to admit.

temper? you seem like a pretty level-headed guy.

-chuckles- i am now, for the most part. when i was younger though, i would lash out at so many people. the stereotypical rich lad, i guess. would get into fights with my cousins. i punched one of the servants when i was twelve. . . after that, alexandria and charlotte started making me meditate. i still do it, actually, just to keep me level. though, now it helps me control the fire more than anything. we would meditate for an hour or two every day at first. later it was just thirty minutes or so in the morning and at night. it worked. i mellowed out, so the only times that i would really lash out were when i was really sour.

tell me about some of your roles as the heir apparent.

well, i don't know if these were so much rules as the heir, or just some strange form of networking, but i slept around a lot. when we would have guests over or something, i would get to entertain their children. i'm not proud of those days, mostly because i felt like a prostitute at times. i've truly slept my way to a network.

-jokingly- male networks, too?

-looks around at the audience uncomfortably and reaches for his mug of water-

i'll take that as a yes.

it's awkward, that's all i will say. otherwise, i went to balls, i've been to most major countries and most of the ones in europe. going to events and the sort. i've been to the olympics every year they've happened. those are impressive. i have t-shirts.

and now you live on an island with a security guard? how does that work?

i was erased. i do not exist out in the real world. so my father sent me out here with an encrypted cell phone, lionel, and no title. i've gotten to learn how to cook in the last six years; cook, clean, go shopping. i've got a job working at starbucks, though i typically cut out early. i'm actually a pretty normal guy now. it's an interesting comparison. though lionel still serves as my chauffeur when i'm feeling lazy. he still calls me 'your highness' though. but no one else on the island can know who i am. . . my father worries that if someone finds out, they will use me against him. it's why i use my uncle's name rather than grimaldi. i more worry that it will make my friends start treating me differently. who knows, maybe one day i will relax a bit.

you've got the shaggy blonde hair and the come-hither eyes, how does that work for a prince?

i've turned into a. . . a beach bum, i guess is the right word. i live on the beach more often than not. my home backs up against it and i'm out there whenever i have the chance. i surf, swim, i worked as a lifeguard at first, but that was too stressful. so now i just hang out. so yes, i've let my hair grow out and it's been bleached by the sun. the dark roots? they just haven't gotten enough sand time. but it's all natural. -reaches into his shirt and pulls out a necklace- i've even got the whole coin necklace thing going. so instead, i get to be six foot one, and lay around on a beach. it is so much better than sitting in court.

now, i did my research before you came out here, and i found a lot of pictures of you without the shirt.

-pretends to start untucking the button down-

woo! yes, don't stop! -laughing- but we've noticed some tattoos and scars?

-shrugs and goes ahead and unbuttons his shirt at the top, revealing the tattoo on his chest- it's my favourite crest that we have back home. it's got the family crest in the middle and otherwise looks like something that should be made out of wrought iron. as for the scars, -buttons his shirt back up- my power is fire, but that doesn't mean i always knew how to control it and not get burnt. i've scarred my hands up pretty bad over the years.

and yet now, you're selling mocha frappuccinos, driving a porsche, getting into street races, and surfing? what else do you get to do?

i play the saxophone. it's why people call me jazz. that and the fact that my middle name is jasper. i play the sax, piano, and guitar. the clarinet is what i learned when i was at home, but quite frankly, i hated it. so now, we have jazz nights every saturday and i actually will play. otherwise, i'm just a typical guy who wishes he could go back to his family and make things right with his sister-cousin. i can tolerate rain, but could live without it, i hate fish, never turn down an invitation to a party, have a slight caffeine addiction, i've gotten rather hooked on cooking, and i typically act first, think later.

wow, you are definitely one of our more interesting guests! prince adair casiraghi, everybody!

-waves to the audience-

name;; `zonaaaaa
age;; 'bout to be eighteen.
experience;; eight years
how you found us;; admin hurr.


role play sample;;

feet propped up on his desk, alec quan flipped through the score of a new piece he'd gotten in. eyes taking in all of the lines at once to bring together the melody, he couldn't help but feel his fingers moving in position to various instruments, pausing ever so often to work through a complicated part. unable to stand it much more, he flipped his feet off of his desk and stood up, trotting out into the main orchestra room and sitting down on the piano bench, setting the score on the stand. glancing at the tempo, alec let his fingers move through the lines, the eerie melody one that he was preparing for halloween. outside, thunder crashed through the dark sky, his classroom though was safely in the middle of the arts wing, no windows, so he was just guessing on the dark sky part.

one foot tapping slightly to keep beat and the other pressing down on the pedal, alec listened to the minor chords, the eerie bass line and the flighty treble. fingers dancing across the ivory keys, he moved slightly with the beat, pausing ever so often to correct something that he had missed or work it out if it was complicated. he was only taking it at about half tempo, making sure to get the various clashing chords and notes correct. his band would kill him if he made them play the whole piece, he was still debating it though. . . but nineteen minutes was asking a bit much out of all of them. he jumped slightly when another crash of thunder shook the building, even making kora crawl off of her bed and slink over to lay under the bench. glancing around, he considered just packing it up and going home. . . the weather was obviously getting worse.

turning his head back to the music, alec resumed playing. trying to ignore kora's occasional whimper, she was definitely not liking the storm. he could feel the shepherd pressing closer to his leg with every crash, but where she was hearing a storm, he was hearing a timpani or a gong crashing in time with the music, adding an extra effect. however, even he couldn't ignore it when the lights flickered. frowning, alec turned around on the bench, glancing into his office. he had a maglite sitting on the bookshelf, he could see his computer screen slowly flickering back to life, and his desk light warming back up. . . whatever the flicker had been, it was done now. or so he thought. another clap of thunder erupted, kora yelped and alec jumped, and his world was plunged into darkness.

the funny thing about power failures inside a school was the fact that rooms like the arts department's rooms, didn't have windows. acoustics. he was left staring into absolute darkness. his eyes couldn't even adjust, there was no use. there was absolutely no light in his room. getting to his feet, alec timidly stepped forward, his hand out making sure that he didn't trip over his dog or a drum. running into the doorframe of his office, alec cursed slightly, feeling around for the large maglite. his fingers had just brushed the metal when another clap of thunder went off and he heard a shriek.

if anyone had ever been named aptly, it was alecai quan. he was a protector down to his very soul. without a second thought, he grabbed the flashlight and clicked it on as he jogged out of the office. shining the led beam ahead of him, he made his way around the various instruments and stands that stood at the back of the room, the beam lighting up the majority of his classroom. kora was hard on his heels, sticking close enough to his leg that he actually worried about tripping over her more than an instrument. she hated thunderstorms. . . it got difficult when they were called out in the middle of one, because she wouldn't go near as far out as she would otherwise. stepping out into the hall, alec looked around, scanning the light over the various lockers and posters. who had screamed? it was after five, who was still here?

moving down the hallway, he shined the light into the various classrooms and bathrooms that were in this part of the school. it wasn't until he reached the theatre section of the arts wing that he finally found his answer. the drama room. his flashlight had caught the feet of someone, their back against the wall. widening the beam on the light, alec stepped inside the room. everything alright?

[/b] he asked, his voice cool, calm, and collected. moving towards her, he kept the flashlight aimed at the floor, the tile reflecting it enough to dimly illuminate the room. flynn carter. they had met a few times, but mostly around school, only twice was it on different occasions. flynn, are you okay?[/b] he asked again, stepping closer.

moving so that he was standing almost directly in front of her, alec reached out and put a hand calmingly on her arm. you're okay, everything is fine.[/b] he murmured, he was figuring out what was wrong. she was scared. of what, he was guessing the storm, but who knows. . . maybe there was someone in the school. oddly, that should worry him more, yet it didn't.

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