Post by Reed on Sept 20, 2012 15:30:59 GMT -5
Name: Alistair Grayson Dorian Reed III
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Birth date: September 15
Height: 6’5
Appearance: Previously referred to as ‘tall, dark and rapist’. Reed is indeed a tall man, sporting a luscious curtain of long black hair—quite the contrast to a paler face and icy blue eyes. Sharp features and a generally condescending look give him a cold unapproachable appearance.
Player question: This is a question about the character for you to fill out as yourself, the player.
1) Tell us a bit about how you see the character: What makes him/her tick? Why does he/she get out of bed in the morning? Why does he/she act the way he/she does?
Reed has been a favourite character of mine since he was introduced, and not only for his devilish good looks. He has a personality that stands out among the other roles in the comic—and who can’t love a pompous asshole? As for what makes him tick, besides many things, germs come to mind the fastest. He is really the only one in the comic who seems deeply concerned about grime and germs and who’s touched who first. He doesn’t like things that are used up, which is why (besides the boy being utterly adorable) Reed has taken to Rory. A whore who’s yet to be whored? How convenient. I’m going to go back to the pompous asshole bit and elaborate on that some. Reed is.. ‘practically’ royalty. For what counts at least. A close friend to the future King and cousin to the future Queen. And he very well acts like a prince, what with his stoic attitude and look-down-at-you-over-his-nose gaze. It seems to be Rhys who’s able to nudge him out of this form, he managed to get him to the teahouse at least, and when they’re alone together the readers get to see a softer side of Reed that he doesn’t seem to provide with anyone else.
Character Questions: These are questions to fill out in your role as the character. Think of them as brief RP samples.
1) What makes you tick? What makes you look forward to getting out of bed in the morning?
The man would cross a leg over the other, regarding the interviewer through eyes that seemed to share quite obviously his disinterest in being questioned here. “I don’t really see how this is any of your business, my cousin is the one to be wed. Why not question her?” A pause—then a small exhale of resignation. “There are a certain few things that I look forward to upon leaving my bed. Having to sit here with you however, is not one of them. On occasion Sir Rhys and I will spar, and I must admit, this above most other activities excites me by far. Partially because it is a rather enjoyable sport, that I’m very good at… but there is also such a satisfaction in seeing the prince defeated by my hand. He would very much like to think he’s better than I, but the rapier doesn’t lie I’m afraid.” A curve forms at the corner of his lips and he brushes a free lock of hair behind his ear, the rest of it having been tied at the nape of his neck. There was a tapping that was getting rather distracting, and his eyes narrowed down to his questioner’s fingertips. Drumming away they were, on the surface of his glass table. “You’re giving quite an example of what makes me tick. You’re leaving fingerprints on the glass, and the noise is unnecessary. If you find yourself fiddling, perhaps you’re losing interest. By all means, if this is so, I’ve already lost mine and you may leave swiftly…”
2) Tell us a little about your past. (REMEMBER: keep this vague or easy to retcon! You can even find creative ways to avoid answering this question…)
Reed leaned back in his seat, reaching to the tea cup a servant had just refilled. After a sip and another moment of silence he spoke; “That is none of your business.” A small gesture of fingers, as if to wave the question away. With that he returned to his tea, dropping his gaze into his cup. His past was not something he discussed with anyone who simply asked. You either knew or you didn’t. And apparently this surveyor didn’t. Shame.
3) What do you love about your job?
“Simply put, I do as I please.” There was a slight shrug from his shoulders as his finger followed the curve of the decorated dish his cup was seated in. “I surround myself with only the company I desire –” He cut himself off, eyes flickering over to the other for the briefest of moments “—for the most part. And in the same train of thought, not only company but the surroundings themselves.” He gestured an arm around the sitting room they were currently seated. From the deep burgundy of the plush cushion he reclined in to the ornate wood laced with carved designs that held up the sparklingly clean glass table top—aside from the marks the guest had laid upon it. “Things are the way I like them. Clean and well, fitting to my standards.” Rich of course, and oh he had style.
4) What do you HATE about your job?
“Politics trembles a thin line of my patience.” Reed touched his fingertips to his chin briefly, rubbing the spot a moment. After the other stared at him for a while, he figured he was expected to explain a little more about this statement. “Like this, for instance. I’m sure you enjoy being a part of my negative examples. Being someone of my status and reputation, there are certain things I am required to do. Especially being that I’m relative to our future Queen, I have certain duties—you could call them.” A curt little nod would follow, “Dealing with petty questionnaires about myself being one of them.”
5) You get the chance to do whatever you want for a whole day. Tell us about it: Where do you go? What do you do? Who do you do it with?
“My most pleasant of days tend to be spent on my own, though some company from Rhys and a local Tea House do not displease me either.” He admitted, a little glint in his cool eyes at the mention of the Tea House. Not something he was delve into detail about, his pleasures would remain his own. It had forced him to swallow more dignity than he was comfortable with when he arrived there for the first time—he wasn’t about to go sharing it with the press. “Perhaps a book. A walk through my garden. Fencing, as I previously mentioned... I like to keep to myself.” He concluded, using every bit of chance he got to make sure the guest knew absolutely how much he was not wanted there. Alas, it didn’t stop him and the next question continued this strained conversation.
6) What is your biggest dream? How about your biggest fear?
“Really?” Reed began to stand up, “I think this has been more than enough time spent, don’t you?” This was about when the other made to touch his shoulder and sit him back down. “My biggest dream is for you and the press to leave me alone. I don’t care to be in the paper.” His voice was cold but calm. The interviewer was huffing and puffing something under his breath, trying to get Reed to calm down and simply finish answering the questions being that the interview was almost over. “My biggest fear is that if you try to hush me or touch me again I shall do something that very much deserves to be in the paper. Am I understood? I’m sure you can find the door.”
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Birth date: September 15
Height: 6’5
Appearance: Previously referred to as ‘tall, dark and rapist’. Reed is indeed a tall man, sporting a luscious curtain of long black hair—quite the contrast to a paler face and icy blue eyes. Sharp features and a generally condescending look give him a cold unapproachable appearance.
Player question: This is a question about the character for you to fill out as yourself, the player.
1) Tell us a bit about how you see the character: What makes him/her tick? Why does he/she get out of bed in the morning? Why does he/she act the way he/she does?
Reed has been a favourite character of mine since he was introduced, and not only for his devilish good looks. He has a personality that stands out among the other roles in the comic—and who can’t love a pompous asshole? As for what makes him tick, besides many things, germs come to mind the fastest. He is really the only one in the comic who seems deeply concerned about grime and germs and who’s touched who first. He doesn’t like things that are used up, which is why (besides the boy being utterly adorable) Reed has taken to Rory. A whore who’s yet to be whored? How convenient. I’m going to go back to the pompous asshole bit and elaborate on that some. Reed is.. ‘practically’ royalty. For what counts at least. A close friend to the future King and cousin to the future Queen. And he very well acts like a prince, what with his stoic attitude and look-down-at-you-over-his-nose gaze. It seems to be Rhys who’s able to nudge him out of this form, he managed to get him to the teahouse at least, and when they’re alone together the readers get to see a softer side of Reed that he doesn’t seem to provide with anyone else.
Character Questions: These are questions to fill out in your role as the character. Think of them as brief RP samples.
1) What makes you tick? What makes you look forward to getting out of bed in the morning?
The man would cross a leg over the other, regarding the interviewer through eyes that seemed to share quite obviously his disinterest in being questioned here. “I don’t really see how this is any of your business, my cousin is the one to be wed. Why not question her?” A pause—then a small exhale of resignation. “There are a certain few things that I look forward to upon leaving my bed. Having to sit here with you however, is not one of them. On occasion Sir Rhys and I will spar, and I must admit, this above most other activities excites me by far. Partially because it is a rather enjoyable sport, that I’m very good at… but there is also such a satisfaction in seeing the prince defeated by my hand. He would very much like to think he’s better than I, but the rapier doesn’t lie I’m afraid.” A curve forms at the corner of his lips and he brushes a free lock of hair behind his ear, the rest of it having been tied at the nape of his neck. There was a tapping that was getting rather distracting, and his eyes narrowed down to his questioner’s fingertips. Drumming away they were, on the surface of his glass table. “You’re giving quite an example of what makes me tick. You’re leaving fingerprints on the glass, and the noise is unnecessary. If you find yourself fiddling, perhaps you’re losing interest. By all means, if this is so, I’ve already lost mine and you may leave swiftly…”
2) Tell us a little about your past. (REMEMBER: keep this vague or easy to retcon! You can even find creative ways to avoid answering this question…)
Reed leaned back in his seat, reaching to the tea cup a servant had just refilled. After a sip and another moment of silence he spoke; “That is none of your business.” A small gesture of fingers, as if to wave the question away. With that he returned to his tea, dropping his gaze into his cup. His past was not something he discussed with anyone who simply asked. You either knew or you didn’t. And apparently this surveyor didn’t. Shame.
3) What do you love about your job?
“Simply put, I do as I please.” There was a slight shrug from his shoulders as his finger followed the curve of the decorated dish his cup was seated in. “I surround myself with only the company I desire –” He cut himself off, eyes flickering over to the other for the briefest of moments “—for the most part. And in the same train of thought, not only company but the surroundings themselves.” He gestured an arm around the sitting room they were currently seated. From the deep burgundy of the plush cushion he reclined in to the ornate wood laced with carved designs that held up the sparklingly clean glass table top—aside from the marks the guest had laid upon it. “Things are the way I like them. Clean and well, fitting to my standards.” Rich of course, and oh he had style.
4) What do you HATE about your job?
“Politics trembles a thin line of my patience.” Reed touched his fingertips to his chin briefly, rubbing the spot a moment. After the other stared at him for a while, he figured he was expected to explain a little more about this statement. “Like this, for instance. I’m sure you enjoy being a part of my negative examples. Being someone of my status and reputation, there are certain things I am required to do. Especially being that I’m relative to our future Queen, I have certain duties—you could call them.” A curt little nod would follow, “Dealing with petty questionnaires about myself being one of them.”
5) You get the chance to do whatever you want for a whole day. Tell us about it: Where do you go? What do you do? Who do you do it with?
“My most pleasant of days tend to be spent on my own, though some company from Rhys and a local Tea House do not displease me either.” He admitted, a little glint in his cool eyes at the mention of the Tea House. Not something he was delve into detail about, his pleasures would remain his own. It had forced him to swallow more dignity than he was comfortable with when he arrived there for the first time—he wasn’t about to go sharing it with the press. “Perhaps a book. A walk through my garden. Fencing, as I previously mentioned... I like to keep to myself.” He concluded, using every bit of chance he got to make sure the guest knew absolutely how much he was not wanted there. Alas, it didn’t stop him and the next question continued this strained conversation.
6) What is your biggest dream? How about your biggest fear?
“Really?” Reed began to stand up, “I think this has been more than enough time spent, don’t you?” This was about when the other made to touch his shoulder and sit him back down. “My biggest dream is for you and the press to leave me alone. I don’t care to be in the paper.” His voice was cold but calm. The interviewer was huffing and puffing something under his breath, trying to get Reed to calm down and simply finish answering the questions being that the interview was almost over. “My biggest fear is that if you try to hush me or touch me again I shall do something that very much deserves to be in the paper. Am I understood? I’m sure you can find the door.”