obligatory app post
Jun. 7th, 2009 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
classcowardName: Charles "Chuck" Bass
Series: Gossip Girl
Age: 17
Canon: Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll, baby. That's what we're all about here on New York's Upper East Side. No, wait... replace "rock'n'roll" with "money" and we're good to go. In any case, these are the issues that fuel the scandalous lives of Manhattan's rich teenage socialites, with only the infamous blogger Gossip Girl to keep them in check. Among said socialites is the resident bad boy, Chuck Bass-- the boy with it all, or so they say. At the age of 17 he's already setting himself up with business endeavours to prepare for becoming the head of Bass Industries some day. Money, influence, real estate... you name it, he has it. Unfortunately, the one thing he doesn't have is a particularly nice personality.
Growing up as the only son of the famous, self-made real estate billionaire Bart Bass, Chuck was given every material thing he ever wanted from day one. Selfish and self-absorbed, Chuck is the series' anti-hero, and he doesn't give a damn what you think. His reputation of sleeping with every woman on the Upper East Side is probably exaggerated-- but not by much. Womanizing, scheming and manipulation are second nature to him, and he'll stop at almost nothing to get his own way in anything and everything. It's all a game as far as he's concerned-- but nevertheless a game to be won, no matter what the cost. Oh, he can be a nice enough guy when he wants. That is, when he wants something from you. Then he'll be practically oozing smooth, suave and sophisticated from every pore, if you can ignore a side of sleaze. Though he does have a genuinely sincere side, he's careful about never showing it to anyone save a close few. He's Chuck Bass, after all.
Sample Post:
Madame Sayre, it has come to my attention that there lies between us a chance for a rare, once in a lifetime business opportunity. Having surveyed your... attractions, I'd like to propose an investment idea. An offer too good to refuse, if you will. It would be my pleasure to... lend you a helping hand, so to speak, with your large yet somewhat underdeveloped tracts of land. To an ordinary person, your Club Fuck You Die may seem run down. Shabby. A little... inapproachable, shall we say? I've seen the figures, you don't have to lie to me. But let's not get off on the wrong foot. Figures don't have to count for everything. I know better. I know that such an utterly unique area has the potential, if properly tapped into, to attract dozens of clients. And profit.
This is my proposal: we'd be talking about a complete reinvention of the place. As the future of Bass Industries I can confidently say that we completely support the vintage entertainment industry, so be rest assured that your original intentions will remain intact. Even the original name sounds catchy enough-- it's just the premises itself I'm concerned about. It needs a little renovation, that's all. For a refined burlesque club such as I'm sure you intended to create, I'm afraid you have the mood completely wrong. This "out in the wilderness" feel you've got going, while intriguing, gets old fast. You need some civilization out here for people to be attracted-- these things really are better in a dimly lit room, after all. But that's all fixable with a little development. What I'm most concerned about is your entertainment. While I applaud your ingenuity on the idea of zombie strippers, they leave a little to be desired, so to speak. But don't worry. If you just take care of dismissing your adorable little undead actors, I'll look after the rest. I know I can find some delightful ladies to fill the positions.
Unfortunately, your theme as it is now has so far only served to entice large quantities of children. Charming... as children are, from a strictly business perspective, they bring in little revenue, as I'm sure you're already aware. Were you to join with Bass Industries, not only would the money to redevelop be available to you as well as the prestige of being a part of our company, but we would also make sure to enforce a strictly over 18 policy. However if you're still having doubts about rushing head first into a deal, rest assured that mine is an open offer. Should you so desire, it would give me no greater pleasure than to meet with you over a coffee table to further discuss the possibilities of this arrangement. I believe that we can make this a mutually beneficial agreement for both of us. Don't you think?
But after all this, if you're still not convinced, just ask yourself the question: Why should you... join with us? The answer to that, of course, is simple.
I'm Chuck Bass.
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Voting went here. 100% what.
Series: Gossip Girl
Age: 17
Canon: Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll, baby. That's what we're all about here on New York's Upper East Side. No, wait... replace "rock'n'roll" with "money" and we're good to go. In any case, these are the issues that fuel the scandalous lives of Manhattan's rich teenage socialites, with only the infamous blogger Gossip Girl to keep them in check. Among said socialites is the resident bad boy, Chuck Bass-- the boy with it all, or so they say. At the age of 17 he's already setting himself up with business endeavours to prepare for becoming the head of Bass Industries some day. Money, influence, real estate... you name it, he has it. Unfortunately, the one thing he doesn't have is a particularly nice personality.
Growing up as the only son of the famous, self-made real estate billionaire Bart Bass, Chuck was given every material thing he ever wanted from day one. Selfish and self-absorbed, Chuck is the series' anti-hero, and he doesn't give a damn what you think. His reputation of sleeping with every woman on the Upper East Side is probably exaggerated-- but not by much. Womanizing, scheming and manipulation are second nature to him, and he'll stop at almost nothing to get his own way in anything and everything. It's all a game as far as he's concerned-- but nevertheless a game to be won, no matter what the cost. Oh, he can be a nice enough guy when he wants. That is, when he wants something from you. Then he'll be practically oozing smooth, suave and sophisticated from every pore, if you can ignore a side of sleaze. Though he does have a genuinely sincere side, he's careful about never showing it to anyone save a close few. He's Chuck Bass, after all.
Sample Post:
Madame Sayre, it has come to my attention that there lies between us a chance for a rare, once in a lifetime business opportunity. Having surveyed your... attractions, I'd like to propose an investment idea. An offer too good to refuse, if you will. It would be my pleasure to... lend you a helping hand, so to speak, with your large yet somewhat underdeveloped tracts of land. To an ordinary person, your Club Fuck You Die may seem run down. Shabby. A little... inapproachable, shall we say? I've seen the figures, you don't have to lie to me. But let's not get off on the wrong foot. Figures don't have to count for everything. I know better. I know that such an utterly unique area has the potential, if properly tapped into, to attract dozens of clients. And profit.
This is my proposal: we'd be talking about a complete reinvention of the place. As the future of Bass Industries I can confidently say that we completely support the vintage entertainment industry, so be rest assured that your original intentions will remain intact. Even the original name sounds catchy enough-- it's just the premises itself I'm concerned about. It needs a little renovation, that's all. For a refined burlesque club such as I'm sure you intended to create, I'm afraid you have the mood completely wrong. This "out in the wilderness" feel you've got going, while intriguing, gets old fast. You need some civilization out here for people to be attracted-- these things really are better in a dimly lit room, after all. But that's all fixable with a little development. What I'm most concerned about is your entertainment. While I applaud your ingenuity on the idea of zombie strippers, they leave a little to be desired, so to speak. But don't worry. If you just take care of dismissing your adorable little undead actors, I'll look after the rest. I know I can find some delightful ladies to fill the positions.
Unfortunately, your theme as it is now has so far only served to entice large quantities of children. Charming... as children are, from a strictly business perspective, they bring in little revenue, as I'm sure you're already aware. Were you to join with Bass Industries, not only would the money to redevelop be available to you as well as the prestige of being a part of our company, but we would also make sure to enforce a strictly over 18 policy. However if you're still having doubts about rushing head first into a deal, rest assured that mine is an open offer. Should you so desire, it would give me no greater pleasure than to meet with you over a coffee table to further discuss the possibilities of this arrangement. I believe that we can make this a mutually beneficial agreement for both of us. Don't you think?
But after all this, if you're still not convinced, just ask yourself the question: Why should you... join with us? The answer to that, of course, is simple.
I'm Chuck Bass.
--
Voting went here. 100% what.
