Post by Felicien Clermont-Montmorency on Jul 15, 2011 8:51:56 GMT -5
Name: Felicien Camille de Clermont-Montmorency
Title: I seriously have no fecking clue, as the second son of a Marquis, I guess it might be polite to call him Seigneur
Age: 21
Race (Lineage Origin): D'Angeline
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Home Province/Country: Azzalle, Terre d'Ange
Appearance (1-2 Paragraphs):
Felicien is generally accounted to be an idiot, and his appearance does little to challenge such an assumption. It is not precisely that he is ill-favoured, for he is d'Angeline, but he seems to lack even the smallest smidgeon of taste or charisma. He is a devoted dandy, adhering to fashion, rather than setting it, and utterly oblivious to its absurdities. If there was a trend for wearing achicken on your head, you could be absolutely certain Felicien would appear in public, sporting the biggest chicken in the City of Elua. His hair is a banal kind of brown and his eyes a vague kind of blue; it is hard to pin down anything else about him because his clothes are so distractingly dreadful. He is never seen in public without Mr Woofles Woofington III.
Behind closed doors, however, he is a different creature altogether – and he walks the city streets, unrecognised, his steps certain, his eyes shrewd, a man without vanity, with an agenda of his own.
Personality (1-2 Paragraphs):
Felicien goes out of his way to play the fool. He appears to be clumsy and absent-minded, stupid, shallow and catastrophically boring. He has the attention span of a concussed gnat, the intellectual capacity of a squashed grape and all the charm of a stubbed toe. His interests are: fashion, the weather and Mr Woofles Woofington III.
This is, however, all a façade. His true passion is his underground printing press, which produces, among other things, a range of highly controversial political pamphlets and an irregular magazine called La Voix De La Raison (or just La Voix) which reports, in coruscating detail, the excesses and errors of the aristocracy, often as rallying call for revolution and social change. Felicien is a semi-recognised figure in the city underworld, where he goes simply by the name of Florian and has a reputation for passionate dedication to his cause, a perceptive eye and a merciless tongue.
In some ways, Felician is still the idealist he was when he was younger, but whereas once he would have been content to try and change Terre d'Ange for the better, now he wants to destroy it. He sees everything through a veil of contempt and if he had the power he would sweep the world with bloody revolution. In the meantime, however, he uses La Voix to hold up a mirror to the aristocracy he despises.
History (At least 2 detailed Paragraphs):
Felicien is the younger son of the Marquis de Clermont-Montmorency, a family with a tenuous blood connection to the Trevalions, and a lot of ambition. With a tendency to drop on their “dear cousins” without warning, and stay far beyond their welcome, the family is not precisely popular in the exalted circles through they they aspire to move (and, ideally, marry into). However, their land is well-tended and profitable and their fortune established so they have thus far managed to retain their social toe-hold.
As the younger son, Felicien was left his own devices, and raised almost entirely by his tutor, an urbane, educated man who had studied for some years at the University in Tiberium. Despite a tendency to be a little dreamy, Felicien was a natural student, as competent in ancient texts as he was at financial management. He roamed the estate freely, far more comfortable in the company of peasants and farmers than with his own family. His best friends were a blacksmith's son called Marcel and Marcel's younger sister Ann – a vivacious, girl with golden hair, a tomboyish disposition and a ready laugh. In adolescence, friendship soon become love, innocence and desire intermingling through the bright spring days.
Although the Marquis cared little that his youngest son was dallying with the peasantry, he cared very much when Felicien declared his intention to marry Ann. When words failed have any affect on his stupid, wayward son, the Marquis had him whipped and kept him confined to the estate. After a year or so of waiting, Ann married a farmer who cared for her, but sadly died in childbirth some eight months later. As for Felicien, he was no longer anything like the proud and passionate boy he had been at the age of sixteen; and if the Marquis was disappointed his second son turned out to be little more than a fluff-headed fashion-obsessed fool, at least he was now an entirely biddable fluff-headed, fashion-obsessed fool.
Felicien headed to the City of Elua as soon as he reached his majority, following the family tradition of staying with whoever would take him in until they threw him out. Luckily, he has plenty of “cousins” to rotate through. He rapidly established a reputation as a harmless, if tedious, idiot, which gave him the freedom to set up his underground printing press. His publishings run the gamut from the merely satirical to the openly treasonous. The mysterious 'Florian' is a wanted man, but that excises no check on Felicien's inspiration. He is a man obsessed, and if his path is one of self-destruction, he intends to take as many people with him as possible.
NPCS:
Mr Woofles Woofington III is a rat-sized lapdog, covered in bows, usually to be found yapping on his velvet pillow or yapping in his master's arms. He is a fuzzy bundle of over-indulged malice. His hobbies include: yapping.
Fouinon is Felicien's apparently long-suffering valet. Actually, he is a co-conspirator, who helps with the press. He is a plain-spoken, sardonic man with a lazy eye and very few valeting skills.
Mauvoisin is another of Florian's acquaintances who helps with the press. He is an ex-prize fighter, and he looks it. His greatest ambition is to be a poet.
Title: I seriously have no fecking clue, as the second son of a Marquis, I guess it might be polite to call him Seigneur
Age: 21
Race (Lineage Origin): D'Angeline
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Home Province/Country: Azzalle, Terre d'Ange
Appearance (1-2 Paragraphs):
Felicien is generally accounted to be an idiot, and his appearance does little to challenge such an assumption. It is not precisely that he is ill-favoured, for he is d'Angeline, but he seems to lack even the smallest smidgeon of taste or charisma. He is a devoted dandy, adhering to fashion, rather than setting it, and utterly oblivious to its absurdities. If there was a trend for wearing achicken on your head, you could be absolutely certain Felicien would appear in public, sporting the biggest chicken in the City of Elua. His hair is a banal kind of brown and his eyes a vague kind of blue; it is hard to pin down anything else about him because his clothes are so distractingly dreadful. He is never seen in public without Mr Woofles Woofington III.
Behind closed doors, however, he is a different creature altogether – and he walks the city streets, unrecognised, his steps certain, his eyes shrewd, a man without vanity, with an agenda of his own.
Personality (1-2 Paragraphs):
Felicien goes out of his way to play the fool. He appears to be clumsy and absent-minded, stupid, shallow and catastrophically boring. He has the attention span of a concussed gnat, the intellectual capacity of a squashed grape and all the charm of a stubbed toe. His interests are: fashion, the weather and Mr Woofles Woofington III.
This is, however, all a façade. His true passion is his underground printing press, which produces, among other things, a range of highly controversial political pamphlets and an irregular magazine called La Voix De La Raison (or just La Voix) which reports, in coruscating detail, the excesses and errors of the aristocracy, often as rallying call for revolution and social change. Felicien is a semi-recognised figure in the city underworld, where he goes simply by the name of Florian and has a reputation for passionate dedication to his cause, a perceptive eye and a merciless tongue.
In some ways, Felician is still the idealist he was when he was younger, but whereas once he would have been content to try and change Terre d'Ange for the better, now he wants to destroy it. He sees everything through a veil of contempt and if he had the power he would sweep the world with bloody revolution. In the meantime, however, he uses La Voix to hold up a mirror to the aristocracy he despises.
History (At least 2 detailed Paragraphs):
Felicien is the younger son of the Marquis de Clermont-Montmorency, a family with a tenuous blood connection to the Trevalions, and a lot of ambition. With a tendency to drop on their “dear cousins” without warning, and stay far beyond their welcome, the family is not precisely popular in the exalted circles through they they aspire to move (and, ideally, marry into). However, their land is well-tended and profitable and their fortune established so they have thus far managed to retain their social toe-hold.
As the younger son, Felicien was left his own devices, and raised almost entirely by his tutor, an urbane, educated man who had studied for some years at the University in Tiberium. Despite a tendency to be a little dreamy, Felicien was a natural student, as competent in ancient texts as he was at financial management. He roamed the estate freely, far more comfortable in the company of peasants and farmers than with his own family. His best friends were a blacksmith's son called Marcel and Marcel's younger sister Ann – a vivacious, girl with golden hair, a tomboyish disposition and a ready laugh. In adolescence, friendship soon become love, innocence and desire intermingling through the bright spring days.
Although the Marquis cared little that his youngest son was dallying with the peasantry, he cared very much when Felicien declared his intention to marry Ann. When words failed have any affect on his stupid, wayward son, the Marquis had him whipped and kept him confined to the estate. After a year or so of waiting, Ann married a farmer who cared for her, but sadly died in childbirth some eight months later. As for Felicien, he was no longer anything like the proud and passionate boy he had been at the age of sixteen; and if the Marquis was disappointed his second son turned out to be little more than a fluff-headed fashion-obsessed fool, at least he was now an entirely biddable fluff-headed, fashion-obsessed fool.
Felicien headed to the City of Elua as soon as he reached his majority, following the family tradition of staying with whoever would take him in until they threw him out. Luckily, he has plenty of “cousins” to rotate through. He rapidly established a reputation as a harmless, if tedious, idiot, which gave him the freedom to set up his underground printing press. His publishings run the gamut from the merely satirical to the openly treasonous. The mysterious 'Florian' is a wanted man, but that excises no check on Felicien's inspiration. He is a man obsessed, and if his path is one of self-destruction, he intends to take as many people with him as possible.
NPCS:
Mr Woofles Woofington III is a rat-sized lapdog, covered in bows, usually to be found yapping on his velvet pillow or yapping in his master's arms. He is a fuzzy bundle of over-indulged malice. His hobbies include: yapping.
Fouinon is Felicien's apparently long-suffering valet. Actually, he is a co-conspirator, who helps with the press. He is a plain-spoken, sardonic man with a lazy eye and very few valeting skills.
Mauvoisin is another of Florian's acquaintances who helps with the press. He is an ex-prize fighter, and he looks it. His greatest ambition is to be a poet.