19-02-2013, 12:54 PM
I know it's horribly outdated. I'll fix it eventually.
[center]I was sitting in this tavern earlier, on the floor in a corner, the night before I got here, and I donât remember much. I was drinking some sort of⦠piss, of... of course, and I had my quill and my book, but I couldnât write anything. I couldnât, like the words had just⦠left. Made their descent into the abyss, or rather they just had fucked off out of existence, or⦠something. I was on the floor and this man stumbles in and heâs young, and by young I mean⦠you know, younger than I am and heâs off his head, and by that I mean heâs the⦠direct contrary opposite of a Lucin princess. Heâs just⦠flailing around like a fish out of water, and heâs trying to find his feet, so he looks for the wall to lean on and he backs into my corner, but of course Iâm sitting and heâs the bladdered direct contrary opposite of a Lucin princess, so he doesnât see me. Initially, I thought heâd work out that I was you know, there, but then his arse was properly⦠properly in my face. So I say, âExcuse me,â because Iâm too cordial to say anything else to a fucking arse in my fucking face, âbut I donât think you know I exist.â
â¦
He turns around, and his face is just⦠beet fucking red. I thought blood was just going to gush right out of his ears, but low and behold it doesnât and he somehow manages to lug himself out and up the stairs to a new spot. And thatâs⦠thatâs the fucking end of me, that is.
Itâs come to this.[/center]
Currently: Staying behind at the fortress.
Percival
Male
28
Mesalian
Bookbinder, Writer
Appearance:
Overall, heâs unremarkable and plain. If you were passing Percival on the street, itâd take effort to notice him. However, thereâs a gentle and warm quality to him; a softness, maybe a vulnerability, but somehow his masculinity doesnât seem too compromised. His body and face are smooth and just average, accompanied by slight visible muscle in his limbs â but again, itâs unremarkable. Heâs not chiselled at all. The veins in his arms jut out slightly. He has short ash brown hair that sits above his ears, with a thin fringe which is brushed over to the side messily. There's a small bald patch on the left of his head, where he cut off a chunk of hair that Ezri put in a hair wrap. He has a pair of deep brown eyes which are also generally unremarkable unless youâre staring directly at them, and pasty skin. His nose, and nasal bone creases are quite prominent and large â so are his ears, but more due to how his hair sits above them. His eyebrows are quite dark and thick, but narrow and not too bushy. He sports slight stubble. His hands are calloused, but smooth. Heâs around 175 centimetres tall, and thatâs 5 feet and 9 inches. Percival wears the worn out, humble all-blacks of a bookbinder: a long-sleeved tunic, some trousers and a pair of long black boots. He also has a belt around his upper waist, with a flask and a sheath for a bookbinderâs knife. He smells like ink, glue, and blood.
Personality: [Needs updating.]
Percival is an observer of humanity, as opposed to being a server of humanity. Heâs the fly on the wall, and heâs quite content with it. This is because he enjoys his ability to see artistic value in everything, including people and humanity, which he sees as âtragically beautifulâ. This is what keeps him from complete misanthropy, as he likes both the good and bad of humanity. Generally, he enjoys complexity. Of course, this also makes him quite prone to over thinking and finding obscure meanings that are a stretch from the truth, or donât actually exist. Heâs a sensitive person, and somewhat naive, but not to the point where he doesnât see bad things happening â he can see bad things and can even feel affected, but also appreciates their beauty, as if someone were to make a work of art. For example, Percival would see tragic but meaningful beauty in people ignoring a homeless man on the street. However, due to the loss of his family, Percivalâs lost his passion for things, mostly keeping them to himself in order to avoid conflict.
Percival is mostly like that on the inside and itâs very rare to see that side of him unless you happen to read something heâs written, or you hear him talking to himself (see the monologue backstory). When heâs talked to, heâs quiet and even seems to have low self-esteem. Youâre most likely to find him stuttering and blabbering on, and to know when youâre close to Percival when he doesnât stutter around you like a blithering idiot. Heâs nervous around people, because heâs afraid of conflict and deeply offending people like he did to his wife. Because of this, he sees socialisation as a minefield. This avoidance of conflict is Percivalâs major flaw; heâs often an anxious, passive doormat, but the upside to this (as his wife said) is that heâs gentle, or a kind and forgiving person. That being said, heâs likely to also be a person who would ignore a homeless man, but this would be a conscious effort as Percival would be doing it more out fear of conflict. As stated in the beginning, Percival is an observer of humanity, but he has no real interest in serving it.
Heâs got a natural soft spot for kids, though he finds them painful as theyâre a reminder of his own loss. What he particularly likes about children is of course their occasional insightfulness and how theyâre an âentirely different aspect of humanityâ. Occasionally, he will adopt a particular trait he admires in someone, and this is sometimes a conscious decision, but also can be subconscious. For example, he has adopted his daughterâs habit of talking to himself both consciously and subconsciously. In a way, this is some strange method of self-improvement for him. Despite his sensitive nature, he has a âcomplete inability to cryâ due to the trauma of his prior loss. Percivalâs an awkward mix between being comfortable with himself as a complex and flawed human, and absolutely hating himself. âI am a man crippled by regrets.â
He dislikes marigolds, peaches, jacaranda flowers, blood, the roar of a crowd, running, faith, the words âfuzzy caterpillarsâ, being called "Percykins" and loose bristles from his brushes when he is gluing stuff. He likes talking to himself, using quotes, the smell of glue, new brushes, the usefulness of a bookbinderâs knife, waxed thread, ink stains, the word "splendour" and dancing (though he wonât admit it). He doesnât really have specific favourite things, because he over thinks his decisions. Heâs an ISFP.
Physicality:
- Walks with a slight slouch, lead by his head
- Eyes wide, head shaking slightly as when upset
- Unfit; puffed very easily
- Talks with his hands when confident
- Directionless pacing and shifting on the spot when nervous
- Drags hands down his face to relieve tension
- Tries to make himself as small as possible
- Left handed
Vocal Details:
Percival's voice is honestly quite important, because I find without it his character can appear less gentle than he is. For example, when I read what I've written for him aloud it carries a different sort of person and it definitely doesn't have the quiet vulnerability I imagine. His voice isn't particularly masculine, but it's not particularly feminine as you can still tell it's a male voice. It's soft and airy, but not necessarily quiet like Snow's. This softness is created by Percival's breathing when he talks; he breathes shallowly when he speaks, so his speech is formed in his front of his mouth. Percival also tends to blab on without stopping for breaths, particularly when nervous, so it's also like he's talking as he exhales, trying to finish his sentence before running out of breath. This also means he speaks at a brisk pace. His vocal pacing also tends to become faster when he's feeling any intense emotion - anger, happiness, sadness, fear, etc.
Because of this, Percival struggles to contain or hide his feelings about things, which in a way reflects his vulnerability. He has however become good at stopping himself from crying, however the result of this is that he often sounds like he's almost on the verge of tears at any given moment. There is also his drastic transformation around people, AKA his stutter which is the result of his typical 'freezing up' reaction to stressful situations, and the fact that he finds socialising a stressful situation. As I've stated before, when Percival is comfortable with someone, he will not stutter. As implied by the words he uses, Percival has a light Irish accent and it's certainly not stereotypical.
Theme Song:
Makkon - Hallowed Waltz
Skills and Strengths:
- Advanced book binding
- Advanced literacy and creative writing
- Moderate farming
- Moderate gardening
- Moderate childcare
- Basic numeracy
- Basic cooking
- Intelligent
- Kind
Weaknesses:
- Passive
- Lacks confidence
- No real ability to defend himself
- Fears conflict, and by extension, socialising
- Over thinks
- Hangs onto regret
- Cowardly
- Unintentionally self-absorbed
- Lacks athleticism
- Not good with emergencies
Goals:
- Move on
- Start "doing okay" again
- Try to "participate in life"
- Rejoin with the group later
Percival Talks to Himself
One
Two
Three
Relationships:
[center]I was sitting in this tavern earlier, on the floor in a corner, the night before I got here, and I donât remember much. I was drinking some sort of⦠piss, of... of course, and I had my quill and my book, but I couldnât write anything. I couldnât, like the words had just⦠left. Made their descent into the abyss, or rather they just had fucked off out of existence, or⦠something. I was on the floor and this man stumbles in and heâs young, and by young I mean⦠you know, younger than I am and heâs off his head, and by that I mean heâs the⦠direct contrary opposite of a Lucin princess. Heâs just⦠flailing around like a fish out of water, and heâs trying to find his feet, so he looks for the wall to lean on and he backs into my corner, but of course Iâm sitting and heâs the bladdered direct contrary opposite of a Lucin princess, so he doesnât see me. Initially, I thought heâd work out that I was you know, there, but then his arse was properly⦠properly in my face. So I say, âExcuse me,â because Iâm too cordial to say anything else to a fucking arse in my fucking face, âbut I donât think you know I exist.â
â¦
He turns around, and his face is just⦠beet fucking red. I thought blood was just going to gush right out of his ears, but low and behold it doesnât and he somehow manages to lug himself out and up the stairs to a new spot. And thatâs⦠thatâs the fucking end of me, that is.
Itâs come to this.[/center]
Currently: Staying behind at the fortress.
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Percival
Male
28
Mesalian
Bookbinder, Writer
Appearance:
Overall, heâs unremarkable and plain. If you were passing Percival on the street, itâd take effort to notice him. However, thereâs a gentle and warm quality to him; a softness, maybe a vulnerability, but somehow his masculinity doesnât seem too compromised. His body and face are smooth and just average, accompanied by slight visible muscle in his limbs â but again, itâs unremarkable. Heâs not chiselled at all. The veins in his arms jut out slightly. He has short ash brown hair that sits above his ears, with a thin fringe which is brushed over to the side messily. There's a small bald patch on the left of his head, where he cut off a chunk of hair that Ezri put in a hair wrap. He has a pair of deep brown eyes which are also generally unremarkable unless youâre staring directly at them, and pasty skin. His nose, and nasal bone creases are quite prominent and large â so are his ears, but more due to how his hair sits above them. His eyebrows are quite dark and thick, but narrow and not too bushy. He sports slight stubble. His hands are calloused, but smooth. Heâs around 175 centimetres tall, and thatâs 5 feet and 9 inches. Percival wears the worn out, humble all-blacks of a bookbinder: a long-sleeved tunic, some trousers and a pair of long black boots. He also has a belt around his upper waist, with a flask and a sheath for a bookbinderâs knife. He smells like ink, glue, and blood.
Personality: [Needs updating.]
Percival is an observer of humanity, as opposed to being a server of humanity. Heâs the fly on the wall, and heâs quite content with it. This is because he enjoys his ability to see artistic value in everything, including people and humanity, which he sees as âtragically beautifulâ. This is what keeps him from complete misanthropy, as he likes both the good and bad of humanity. Generally, he enjoys complexity. Of course, this also makes him quite prone to over thinking and finding obscure meanings that are a stretch from the truth, or donât actually exist. Heâs a sensitive person, and somewhat naive, but not to the point where he doesnât see bad things happening â he can see bad things and can even feel affected, but also appreciates their beauty, as if someone were to make a work of art. For example, Percival would see tragic but meaningful beauty in people ignoring a homeless man on the street. However, due to the loss of his family, Percivalâs lost his passion for things, mostly keeping them to himself in order to avoid conflict.
Percival is mostly like that on the inside and itâs very rare to see that side of him unless you happen to read something heâs written, or you hear him talking to himself (see the monologue backstory). When heâs talked to, heâs quiet and even seems to have low self-esteem. Youâre most likely to find him stuttering and blabbering on, and to know when youâre close to Percival when he doesnât stutter around you like a blithering idiot. Heâs nervous around people, because heâs afraid of conflict and deeply offending people like he did to his wife. Because of this, he sees socialisation as a minefield. This avoidance of conflict is Percivalâs major flaw; heâs often an anxious, passive doormat, but the upside to this (as his wife said) is that heâs gentle, or a kind and forgiving person. That being said, heâs likely to also be a person who would ignore a homeless man, but this would be a conscious effort as Percival would be doing it more out fear of conflict. As stated in the beginning, Percival is an observer of humanity, but he has no real interest in serving it.
Heâs got a natural soft spot for kids, though he finds them painful as theyâre a reminder of his own loss. What he particularly likes about children is of course their occasional insightfulness and how theyâre an âentirely different aspect of humanityâ. Occasionally, he will adopt a particular trait he admires in someone, and this is sometimes a conscious decision, but also can be subconscious. For example, he has adopted his daughterâs habit of talking to himself both consciously and subconsciously. In a way, this is some strange method of self-improvement for him. Despite his sensitive nature, he has a âcomplete inability to cryâ due to the trauma of his prior loss. Percivalâs an awkward mix between being comfortable with himself as a complex and flawed human, and absolutely hating himself. âI am a man crippled by regrets.â
He dislikes marigolds, peaches, jacaranda flowers, blood, the roar of a crowd, running, faith, the words âfuzzy caterpillarsâ, being called "Percykins" and loose bristles from his brushes when he is gluing stuff. He likes talking to himself, using quotes, the smell of glue, new brushes, the usefulness of a bookbinderâs knife, waxed thread, ink stains, the word "splendour" and dancing (though he wonât admit it). He doesnât really have specific favourite things, because he over thinks his decisions. Heâs an ISFP.
Physicality:
- Walks with a slight slouch, lead by his head
- Eyes wide, head shaking slightly as when upset
- Unfit; puffed very easily
- Talks with his hands when confident
- Directionless pacing and shifting on the spot when nervous
- Drags hands down his face to relieve tension
- Tries to make himself as small as possible
- Left handed
Vocal Details:
Percival's voice is honestly quite important, because I find without it his character can appear less gentle than he is. For example, when I read what I've written for him aloud it carries a different sort of person and it definitely doesn't have the quiet vulnerability I imagine. His voice isn't particularly masculine, but it's not particularly feminine as you can still tell it's a male voice. It's soft and airy, but not necessarily quiet like Snow's. This softness is created by Percival's breathing when he talks; he breathes shallowly when he speaks, so his speech is formed in his front of his mouth. Percival also tends to blab on without stopping for breaths, particularly when nervous, so it's also like he's talking as he exhales, trying to finish his sentence before running out of breath. This also means he speaks at a brisk pace. His vocal pacing also tends to become faster when he's feeling any intense emotion - anger, happiness, sadness, fear, etc.
Because of this, Percival struggles to contain or hide his feelings about things, which in a way reflects his vulnerability. He has however become good at stopping himself from crying, however the result of this is that he often sounds like he's almost on the verge of tears at any given moment. There is also his drastic transformation around people, AKA his stutter which is the result of his typical 'freezing up' reaction to stressful situations, and the fact that he finds socialising a stressful situation. As I've stated before, when Percival is comfortable with someone, he will not stutter. As implied by the words he uses, Percival has a light Irish accent and it's certainly not stereotypical.
Theme Song:
Makkon - Hallowed Waltz
Skills and Strengths:
- Advanced book binding
- Advanced literacy and creative writing
- Moderate farming
- Moderate gardening
- Moderate childcare
- Basic numeracy
- Basic cooking
- Intelligent
- Kind
Weaknesses:
- Passive
- Lacks confidence
- No real ability to defend himself
- Fears conflict, and by extension, socialising
- Over thinks
- Hangs onto regret
- Cowardly
- Unintentionally self-absorbed
- Lacks athleticism
- Not good with emergencies
Goals:
- Move on
- Start "doing okay" again
- Try to "participate in life"
- Rejoin with the group later
Percival Talks to Himself
One
Two
Three
Relationships:
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