Post by Linneus on Sept 18, 2012 21:38:55 GMT -5
CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION
Name: Linneus
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Birth date: April 5th
Height: 5'9"
Appearance: Slender and delicate looking, Linneus is a pretty young man. His hair and lips are pink, skin pale, and eyes clear blue. The sort of man who looks like he could easily be broken.
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?
Linneus is quiet and intensely interested in romance and pleasing other people. He loves Xanthe immensely, but is heartbroken by his choices. This motivates a lot of how he works at the Teahouse and the relationships he makes. In all, Linneus is looking to be loved and protected, but when he is disappointed he will seek it in other places. Sometimes he is forced to retreat into himself and other times he'll find love, acceptance, and protection in other people.
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?
Linneus set down his cup of tea and looked out the window, biting his lower lip in thought before answering slowly, "My friends, I suppose. Especially Claret. I take pleasure in time with them." He took another long sip of tea, as if to give himself time to think. "Sometimes, I need my space though and I appreciate working out in the gardens." Another pause before he turned back and laughed softly, "I'm not immune to the temptation of tea or sweets, however.
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…)
Linneus paused, expression closing off in increments. He took a deep breath before responding, voice level. Almost monotone. "My father's gambling debts were high enough that he had to leave me with Mr. Atros. I grew up with the fellow maidservants...who were kind to me and helped me learn how to read and write." He tucked his hair behind his ear, a soft flush rising over his cheeks. His next words came out lower, like a secret. "And, of course, Mr. Atros' son, Xanthe." He cleared his throat, flush blooming brighter. "It would suffice to say that Xanthe and I were closer as children than we are now. Ah...When Mr. Atros died eight years ago, Xanthe took over the Teahouse. It was around that time that I stopped working at the Teahouse as a servant and started my career as a..." He trailed off for a moment, hands clasped over his lap as he considered his next word carefully. "...consort."
3) What do you love about your job?
Linneus shrugged slightly and gestured to his tea and the bowl of sugar on the table. "I enjoy the luxuries it affords me and several of my clients." He flicked a large, peacock feather earring dangling amongst his hair. "Especially the ones who like me gilded. I've never been so well dressed in my life." He laughed softly, twisting a ring over his finger. "Like anyone else, I can take pleasure in a job well done." At that moment one of his friends outside called out to him and he smiled and waved to them from the window, prompting him to add, "I especially enjoy living in such close proximity with my close friends."
4) What do you HATE about your job?
At that he turned back to the table, brow lowered in consternation. "In addition to living with my friends, I have to live with some...less than savory consorts. These interactions make my job less pleasant. Ah..." He paused for a moment, longer than any other. During that pause he busied himself with his tea, adding water and more sugar cubes. He turned back to the window, unable to make eye contact. His eyes misted as he spoke slowly, "Sometimes, I think people see me as a low whore and nothing else. It's my job, certainly, but I'm other things than a consort." He bit his lower lip, about to add something else, but shook his head and left it at that.
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?
"Oh, ah...I might...I'm not certain." A high flush rose over his cheeks and he laughed into his tea. "I'm at peace in the garden and certainly with my friends, but..." He set his tea down and leaned forward conspiringly, "Honestly, sometimes I long for the days I was a boy. Learning cursive with Xanthe over tea, imagining the future with him." His eyes took a far off quality for a moment, but when he leaned back the expression faded and he shook his head. "It's silly and impossible, I suppose, but I'd like a day like that. Just...simple, I suppose."
6) What is your biggest dream? How about your biggest fear?
At the question he laughed, high and embarrassed. "Oh, I had this absurd dream as a child of being a princess." He looked up to check the eyes of his questioner before continuing in a rush. "Of course, I don't hold this fantasy anymore, but...I still want the essence of the idea. I still love beautiful things and I yearn for...well, the romance of fairy tales. My fear is that I'll continue to be alone in the way I am now. I don't necessarily need a "prince" per say." He smiled slowly and muttered, almost to himself, "In part because I suspect our prince prefers a different consort...but in those fairy tales the princess was always taken away. Rescued." His expression dropped some, a serious thought consuming his countenance. "I fear I'll be stuck here forever."
Name: Linneus
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Birth date: April 5th
Height: 5'9"
Appearance: Slender and delicate looking, Linneus is a pretty young man. His hair and lips are pink, skin pale, and eyes clear blue. The sort of man who looks like he could easily be broken.
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?
Linneus is quiet and intensely interested in romance and pleasing other people. He loves Xanthe immensely, but is heartbroken by his choices. This motivates a lot of how he works at the Teahouse and the relationships he makes. In all, Linneus is looking to be loved and protected, but when he is disappointed he will seek it in other places. Sometimes he is forced to retreat into himself and other times he'll find love, acceptance, and protection in other people.
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?
Linneus set down his cup of tea and looked out the window, biting his lower lip in thought before answering slowly, "My friends, I suppose. Especially Claret. I take pleasure in time with them." He took another long sip of tea, as if to give himself time to think. "Sometimes, I need my space though and I appreciate working out in the gardens." Another pause before he turned back and laughed softly, "I'm not immune to the temptation of tea or sweets, however.
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…)
Linneus paused, expression closing off in increments. He took a deep breath before responding, voice level. Almost monotone. "My father's gambling debts were high enough that he had to leave me with Mr. Atros. I grew up with the fellow maidservants...who were kind to me and helped me learn how to read and write." He tucked his hair behind his ear, a soft flush rising over his cheeks. His next words came out lower, like a secret. "And, of course, Mr. Atros' son, Xanthe." He cleared his throat, flush blooming brighter. "It would suffice to say that Xanthe and I were closer as children than we are now. Ah...When Mr. Atros died eight years ago, Xanthe took over the Teahouse. It was around that time that I stopped working at the Teahouse as a servant and started my career as a..." He trailed off for a moment, hands clasped over his lap as he considered his next word carefully. "...consort."
3) What do you love about your job?
Linneus shrugged slightly and gestured to his tea and the bowl of sugar on the table. "I enjoy the luxuries it affords me and several of my clients." He flicked a large, peacock feather earring dangling amongst his hair. "Especially the ones who like me gilded. I've never been so well dressed in my life." He laughed softly, twisting a ring over his finger. "Like anyone else, I can take pleasure in a job well done." At that moment one of his friends outside called out to him and he smiled and waved to them from the window, prompting him to add, "I especially enjoy living in such close proximity with my close friends."
4) What do you HATE about your job?
At that he turned back to the table, brow lowered in consternation. "In addition to living with my friends, I have to live with some...less than savory consorts. These interactions make my job less pleasant. Ah..." He paused for a moment, longer than any other. During that pause he busied himself with his tea, adding water and more sugar cubes. He turned back to the window, unable to make eye contact. His eyes misted as he spoke slowly, "Sometimes, I think people see me as a low whore and nothing else. It's my job, certainly, but I'm other things than a consort." He bit his lower lip, about to add something else, but shook his head and left it at that.
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?
"Oh, ah...I might...I'm not certain." A high flush rose over his cheeks and he laughed into his tea. "I'm at peace in the garden and certainly with my friends, but..." He set his tea down and leaned forward conspiringly, "Honestly, sometimes I long for the days I was a boy. Learning cursive with Xanthe over tea, imagining the future with him." His eyes took a far off quality for a moment, but when he leaned back the expression faded and he shook his head. "It's silly and impossible, I suppose, but I'd like a day like that. Just...simple, I suppose."
6) What is your biggest dream? How about your biggest fear?
At the question he laughed, high and embarrassed. "Oh, I had this absurd dream as a child of being a princess." He looked up to check the eyes of his questioner before continuing in a rush. "Of course, I don't hold this fantasy anymore, but...I still want the essence of the idea. I still love beautiful things and I yearn for...well, the romance of fairy tales. My fear is that I'll continue to be alone in the way I am now. I don't necessarily need a "prince" per say." He smiled slowly and muttered, almost to himself, "In part because I suspect our prince prefers a different consort...but in those fairy tales the princess was always taken away. Rescued." His expression dropped some, a serious thought consuming his countenance. "I fear I'll be stuck here forever."