OOC: Outer Divide application II
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did_i_say_percy[- OOC Information -]
Name: Sam
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No, but I did play Armand before more than a year ago.
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Armand St. Just
Fandom: The Scarlet Pimpernel (musical)
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: Just after the musical ends, probably while they're on the Day Dream crossing the channel back to England.
Journal:did_i_say_percy
World History: **If you're not apping an original universe OC, omit this section.**
Character History:
Armand's older sister Marguerite marries English aristocrat Sir Percy Blakeney, and he accompanies her to England for her wedding. When Percy discovers that his friend, the Marquis de St. Cyr, has been executed (and that his new wife is responsible for informing on St. Cyr), he rallies his friends to rescue the suffering innocents in France. Armand overhears the plans and gets caught up in the activities of the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel. For the next few months, Percy, his friends, and Armand are constantly traveling between England and France on their missions.
When a lonely Marguerite complains of their absences to Armand, he vehemently defends Percy's honor and good character, despite Marguerite's protestations that Percy has grown distant and flippant to her. When Chauvelin requests Marguerite's help in tracking down the Scarlet Pimpernel, she refuses. Armand undertakes another mission to France to return the recently rescued Marie to Paris so she may look for her missing fiancé and do some work to assist the League. Marguerite does not want him to go, but he promises her he will be safe.
Armand is arrested in France, and Chauvelin uses this to force Marguerite to identify the Pimpernel through questioning Percy's friends at the Lord Grenville's Ball. A meeting is arranged at the footbridge, but Marguerite goes early to warn the Pimpernel away and beg him to help her brother, who is surely being tortured by the French to reveal the identity of the Pimpernel. The Pimpernel gives orders to his men and uses his foppish disguise to escape Chauvelin's suspicions.
Unsure whether her pleas will save her brother, Marguerite goes to France in disguise to find him herself. Chauvelin recognizes her and takes her to see Armand, who has been denying Chauvelin and his men the information they seek. His hope is that Marguerite will get the information he wants or that Armand will trustingly confide in his sister. Marguerite promises to get the information, but when she thinks they are alone, she reveals her plan to Armand that they escape back to England together. Chauvelin overhears and orders them both to be executed. He arranges for a false rescue from the scaffold assuming that Armand would run straight to the Pimpernel for safety, which he does. On the way, Armand accidentally tells Marguerite that Percy is the Pimpernel.
When they arrive at the little village on the sea coast where Armand hopes to meet up with Percy or other members of the League, Chauvelin shows up instead and taunts Armand for his foolish act. When Percy arrives, they duel. Chauvelin eventually wins, so he sends Marguerite and Armand off to be beheaded. When he also orders the Pimpernel guillotined, Percy calls his bluff and reveals the trap he'd planned to catch the wily Frenchman. Chauvelin is left with evidence pointing to him as the Pimpernel, and everyone else goes home to England on Percy's private yacht, the Day Dream.
AU History: **If you're not apping an AU character, omit this section.**
Previous Game History (experiences at the Outer Divide):
Armand didn't do much of any moment. He arrived on the ship, met Wing. Talked to people at the Flop including Pepper and maybe Kaylee or Luke or both. He talked to people on the communicator and found a little farming work, met Briar and later Toad. There was a hiatus in there. Armand was mostly a little bit lost in the Old City, but had a few plans or ideas what he wanted to do with himself.
This was all more than a year ago for me, but I wanted to acknowledge that he did spend time here before, and that he does remember it. Not everything will be a complete surprise to him. He was probably the most impressed with Pepper, because she reminded him of his sister. He likes modern things, even if he doesn't get them.
Personality:
Armand was born naturally passionate and chivalrous, often giving into the impulse to be generous to the point of foolishness. He will want to leap to the defense of those he sees as weaker than himself even when he's clearly outmatched, simply because it's the right thing to do. His idealism is firmly rooted in compassion, but his lofty dreams simply aren't practical. He grew up in the shadow of his sister's cleverness, trusting her to make the difficult decisions, so he has little confidence in his own abilities. This leaves him extremely vulnerable to sensitivity about his height, his age and his perceived intellect. When he compares himself to heroic men like Percy, he's aware of his many shortcomings.
He strives to overcome his tendency to let temper and pride get him into trouble, but he's not caught on that the heart is as treacherous a leader. His temper tends to crest in a heartbeat and dissipate just as quickly if he's not provoked further. He's not as stupid as some would have him but woefully ignorant in many regards, and often too hot-headed to use what intelligence he does have before he's already in the water with the sharks. Romantically, he'll give his heart willingly on a whim, and lose a little of himself with it unknowingly.
He will endure almost any hardship for those he loves, though not likely quietly. If he considers you his, he will defend and support you as much as he's able. He's extremely affectionate, downright touchy-feely, with people he considers family or close friends, freely giving and hoping to get hugs and familial kisses. His sister taught him decent 18th century manners while he was growing up, which are extremely formal by 21st century standards, so he may seem reserved sometimes to strangers but that opinion might not survive any closer acquaintance.
His entire life revolved around his sister. She raised him, and he reveres her even more than he does Percy, for whom he was willing to die. In casual conversation, "my sister says" or "Percy says" will be common phrases. His attachment and loyalty would be very hard to erode under even the direst of circumstances. That being said, losing the support of his family and friends to arrive at the Old City would be a blow to him. He's a young man, not yet twenty, and thinks rather less of his own capabilities on his own. He grew up safe and fed because his sister took care of him. The Pimpernel saved them all from Chauvelin's evil plan. These accomplishment impress him, and he looks less at his own loyalty in keeping the Pimpernel's secrets to himself under torture. He's going to doubt his own judgement and abilities without them to back him up, and his good cheer may falter, but if he can find work and people who trust him and perhaps even care for him (because there's no doubt he'll find someone he cares about there some way or another), he'll bounce back and work his hardest.
Powers/Abilities: Nothing more than what would be known by a late 18th century French teenager. And by teenager, I mean he's 19.
Possessions: his clothing (black wool trousers, black boots, white wool stockings, a white linen shirt, and a yellow striped waistcoat), his hair ribbon (black), and a note signed with a pimpernel
Arrival: wake up on the ship again, pretty please
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
[He's looking right at the camera, somewhere vaguely outside-ish.]
I'm not surprised this time.
With the second time I woke here, I realized I was stuck. This is my world, my home, now. I wonder if I kept getting sent back to the Ship because I wouldn't accept it before. Giving up everything I knew, even just in my heart, is hard. I don't want to lose the only mother I ever knew, my life entire until now.
[And now he looks out over the top of the camera, probably over the top of the communicator, with a determined little smile.]
There must be something I am suited for here on-on Verdana. I'm not the strongest nor the smartest, but I am young and healthy. I don't believe I am stupid, simply unlearned in matters suited to a more advance world. That does not mean I cannot learn. The ones who might look down on me for my ignorance are not the ones destined to be my teachers or friends.
Still, I shouldn't want to be a pest. How much help is too much to ask?
Time to take stock, I suppose. It's time to grow up, at last.
[He sighs. His smile gets a little apologetic, and he switches off.]
Log Sample:
His pockets were empty again. Well, except for that note. It wasn't worth anything here, and he was loathe to give it up. Empty pockets meant no money, whatever they called it here. He wasn't as timid as his first arrival, the prospect of dangerous animals seemed less trouble than arriving as a beggar again. With the sun beating down on his head, Armand unbuttoned his waistcoat and draped it over his otherwise bare head like a kerchief. His quest in the afternoon heat gave him reason to be grateful that his boots fit and were well broken-in.
Putting one foot in front of the other led him to the outskirts of the Old City, and he wasn't comfortable with the changes he could see there. The Outer Authority occupation looked too militant for his taste. His memories of how he'd been treated by both French government officials and military during his arrest and imprisonment in Paris weren't that far distant. He replaced his waistcoat to its proper place, and smoothed and buttoned it, and his shirt. He couldn't do much about his general dishevelment, and could only hope they were used to arrivals from the Ship. He could only look so respectable and inoffensive, even if he didn't believe anyone from the Ship could be truly considered harmless in this place. He knew he'd be hard pressed to explain what kind of damage he might ever do, though. Perhaps that would speak in his favor.
Why hadn't he just stayed there and looked for people on the Ship? He knew why. Most of the ones who'd be working there were the ones from far in the future, who hoped to understand the strange technology of a ship that flew through space. He felt stupid next to them, and they intimidated him just by existing. He'd been too cowardly to face them, so here he was facing another challenge. At least he was used to being afraid.
He approached a sentry, openly, without any attempt to tread lightly or conceal himself. "Excuse me, I just woke up on the Ship. Is there someone I could speak to about where I am supposed to go now?"
Name: Sam
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No, but I did play Armand before more than a year ago.
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Armand St. Just
Fandom: The Scarlet Pimpernel (musical)
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: Just after the musical ends, probably while they're on the Day Dream crossing the channel back to England.
Journal:
did_i_say_percy Character History:
Armand's older sister Marguerite marries English aristocrat Sir Percy Blakeney, and he accompanies her to England for her wedding. When Percy discovers that his friend, the Marquis de St. Cyr, has been executed (and that his new wife is responsible for informing on St. Cyr), he rallies his friends to rescue the suffering innocents in France. Armand overhears the plans and gets caught up in the activities of the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel. For the next few months, Percy, his friends, and Armand are constantly traveling between England and France on their missions.
When a lonely Marguerite complains of their absences to Armand, he vehemently defends Percy's honor and good character, despite Marguerite's protestations that Percy has grown distant and flippant to her. When Chauvelin requests Marguerite's help in tracking down the Scarlet Pimpernel, she refuses. Armand undertakes another mission to France to return the recently rescued Marie to Paris so she may look for her missing fiancé and do some work to assist the League. Marguerite does not want him to go, but he promises her he will be safe.
Armand is arrested in France, and Chauvelin uses this to force Marguerite to identify the Pimpernel through questioning Percy's friends at the Lord Grenville's Ball. A meeting is arranged at the footbridge, but Marguerite goes early to warn the Pimpernel away and beg him to help her brother, who is surely being tortured by the French to reveal the identity of the Pimpernel. The Pimpernel gives orders to his men and uses his foppish disguise to escape Chauvelin's suspicions.
Unsure whether her pleas will save her brother, Marguerite goes to France in disguise to find him herself. Chauvelin recognizes her and takes her to see Armand, who has been denying Chauvelin and his men the information they seek. His hope is that Marguerite will get the information he wants or that Armand will trustingly confide in his sister. Marguerite promises to get the information, but when she thinks they are alone, she reveals her plan to Armand that they escape back to England together. Chauvelin overhears and orders them both to be executed. He arranges for a false rescue from the scaffold assuming that Armand would run straight to the Pimpernel for safety, which he does. On the way, Armand accidentally tells Marguerite that Percy is the Pimpernel.
When they arrive at the little village on the sea coast where Armand hopes to meet up with Percy or other members of the League, Chauvelin shows up instead and taunts Armand for his foolish act. When Percy arrives, they duel. Chauvelin eventually wins, so he sends Marguerite and Armand off to be beheaded. When he also orders the Pimpernel guillotined, Percy calls his bluff and reveals the trap he'd planned to catch the wily Frenchman. Chauvelin is left with evidence pointing to him as the Pimpernel, and everyone else goes home to England on Percy's private yacht, the Day Dream.
Previous Game History (experiences at the Outer Divide):
Armand didn't do much of any moment. He arrived on the ship, met Wing. Talked to people at the Flop including Pepper and maybe Kaylee or Luke or both. He talked to people on the communicator and found a little farming work, met Briar and later Toad. There was a hiatus in there. Armand was mostly a little bit lost in the Old City, but had a few plans or ideas what he wanted to do with himself.
This was all more than a year ago for me, but I wanted to acknowledge that he did spend time here before, and that he does remember it. Not everything will be a complete surprise to him. He was probably the most impressed with Pepper, because she reminded him of his sister. He likes modern things, even if he doesn't get them.
Personality:
Armand was born naturally passionate and chivalrous, often giving into the impulse to be generous to the point of foolishness. He will want to leap to the defense of those he sees as weaker than himself even when he's clearly outmatched, simply because it's the right thing to do. His idealism is firmly rooted in compassion, but his lofty dreams simply aren't practical. He grew up in the shadow of his sister's cleverness, trusting her to make the difficult decisions, so he has little confidence in his own abilities. This leaves him extremely vulnerable to sensitivity about his height, his age and his perceived intellect. When he compares himself to heroic men like Percy, he's aware of his many shortcomings.
He strives to overcome his tendency to let temper and pride get him into trouble, but he's not caught on that the heart is as treacherous a leader. His temper tends to crest in a heartbeat and dissipate just as quickly if he's not provoked further. He's not as stupid as some would have him but woefully ignorant in many regards, and often too hot-headed to use what intelligence he does have before he's already in the water with the sharks. Romantically, he'll give his heart willingly on a whim, and lose a little of himself with it unknowingly.
He will endure almost any hardship for those he loves, though not likely quietly. If he considers you his, he will defend and support you as much as he's able. He's extremely affectionate, downright touchy-feely, with people he considers family or close friends, freely giving and hoping to get hugs and familial kisses. His sister taught him decent 18th century manners while he was growing up, which are extremely formal by 21st century standards, so he may seem reserved sometimes to strangers but that opinion might not survive any closer acquaintance.
His entire life revolved around his sister. She raised him, and he reveres her even more than he does Percy, for whom he was willing to die. In casual conversation, "my sister says" or "Percy says" will be common phrases. His attachment and loyalty would be very hard to erode under even the direst of circumstances. That being said, losing the support of his family and friends to arrive at the Old City would be a blow to him. He's a young man, not yet twenty, and thinks rather less of his own capabilities on his own. He grew up safe and fed because his sister took care of him. The Pimpernel saved them all from Chauvelin's evil plan. These accomplishment impress him, and he looks less at his own loyalty in keeping the Pimpernel's secrets to himself under torture. He's going to doubt his own judgement and abilities without them to back him up, and his good cheer may falter, but if he can find work and people who trust him and perhaps even care for him (because there's no doubt he'll find someone he cares about there some way or another), he'll bounce back and work his hardest.
Powers/Abilities: Nothing more than what would be known by a late 18th century French teenager. And by teenager, I mean he's 19.
Possessions: his clothing (black wool trousers, black boots, white wool stockings, a white linen shirt, and a yellow striped waistcoat), his hair ribbon (black), and a note signed with a pimpernel
Arrival: wake up on the ship again, pretty please
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
[He's looking right at the camera, somewhere vaguely outside-ish.]
I'm not surprised this time.
With the second time I woke here, I realized I was stuck. This is my world, my home, now. I wonder if I kept getting sent back to the Ship because I wouldn't accept it before. Giving up everything I knew, even just in my heart, is hard. I don't want to lose the only mother I ever knew, my life entire until now.
[And now he looks out over the top of the camera, probably over the top of the communicator, with a determined little smile.]
There must be something I am suited for here on-on Verdana. I'm not the strongest nor the smartest, but I am young and healthy. I don't believe I am stupid, simply unlearned in matters suited to a more advance world. That does not mean I cannot learn. The ones who might look down on me for my ignorance are not the ones destined to be my teachers or friends.
Still, I shouldn't want to be a pest. How much help is too much to ask?
Time to take stock, I suppose. It's time to grow up, at last.
[He sighs. His smile gets a little apologetic, and he switches off.]
Log Sample:
His pockets were empty again. Well, except for that note. It wasn't worth anything here, and he was loathe to give it up. Empty pockets meant no money, whatever they called it here. He wasn't as timid as his first arrival, the prospect of dangerous animals seemed less trouble than arriving as a beggar again. With the sun beating down on his head, Armand unbuttoned his waistcoat and draped it over his otherwise bare head like a kerchief. His quest in the afternoon heat gave him reason to be grateful that his boots fit and were well broken-in.
Putting one foot in front of the other led him to the outskirts of the Old City, and he wasn't comfortable with the changes he could see there. The Outer Authority occupation looked too militant for his taste. His memories of how he'd been treated by both French government officials and military during his arrest and imprisonment in Paris weren't that far distant. He replaced his waistcoat to its proper place, and smoothed and buttoned it, and his shirt. He couldn't do much about his general dishevelment, and could only hope they were used to arrivals from the Ship. He could only look so respectable and inoffensive, even if he didn't believe anyone from the Ship could be truly considered harmless in this place. He knew he'd be hard pressed to explain what kind of damage he might ever do, though. Perhaps that would speak in his favor.
Why hadn't he just stayed there and looked for people on the Ship? He knew why. Most of the ones who'd be working there were the ones from far in the future, who hoped to understand the strange technology of a ship that flew through space. He felt stupid next to them, and they intimidated him just by existing. He'd been too cowardly to face them, so here he was facing another challenge. At least he was used to being afraid.
He approached a sentry, openly, without any attempt to tread lightly or conceal himself. "Excuse me, I just woke up on the Ship. Is there someone I could speak to about where I am supposed to go now?"