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did_i_say_percy) wrote2013-01-22 12:38 am
did_i_say_percy) wrote2013-01-22 12:38 am
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OOC: Outer Divide Application
[- OOC Information -]
Name: Sam
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No.
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Armand St. Just
Fandom: The Scarlet Pimpernel (musical/SP1) (1st version of the musical by Frank Wildhorn and Nan Knighton)
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 an 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 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 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: **If you're not apping a CR AU, omit this section.**
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, pretty please
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
[The transmission begins with a view out over the Old City, panning slowly with a slight wobble.] I grew up in a city so huge that people described it as being alive, our very mother. We didn't have, uh, indoor plumbing or automatic lights, but we had slums and opera houses, parks and cathedrals, and theatres, and a river that gave the city her life and vitality. Paris would never exist if it weren't for the Seine, and without Paris I wouldn't exist either.
There might be a man with my name, but it wouldn't be me. Without Marguerite and the Comédie-Française and Molière and Racine I would have gone hungry, and would be a beggar in the streets. I am a true son of Paris, because I love her and France while still knowing she could never be perfect.
I have this awful feeling that this [The camera has never wavered from the view to show the camera man.] is the fate of my beloved home as much as it has come here. Would we all work this hard to save her? I hope I'm up to giving as much of my heart to this city, and may my own mother forgive me my abandonment.
((Also, this post.))
Log Sample:
The rocking of the Day Dream upon the waves of the English Channel tried to lull Armand into sleep. He was too nerve-jangled to give into the urge gracefully. Marguerite and Percy were up near the bow, facing into the wind, perhaps looking for a first early glimpse of the White Cliffs. Armand fancied he heard a few notes of song from that direction. It wasn't unlikely, since his sister had such a fine, lustrous voice, and if he was hearing rightly, Percy had a better voice than he pretended. Hearing their happiness filled Armand's breast with contentment, because the two dearest people to him in all the world had at last found their reconciliation and could now savor the love they shared.
It put him in mind of considering his own future. He couldn't hang onto his sister his whole life. Maybe Percy would let him attend an English university, or he could find a clever-minded English lady to marry. Maybe one of Marguerite's friends had a little sister. Or one of Percy's. He'd never thought to ask before. He felt a little brave even to be considering it.
But as he lay on the canvas-wrapped pallet on the deck--the one cabin belonging to the owner, Sir Percy--Armand had to consider that his recent adventure might well have been his last. Despite his promise to Marguerite, he'd been foolish, and he still had the bruises on his body to tell the tale of his mistakes. Chauvelin's men hadn't been gentle with their fists, and even Chauvelin had smacked him down to show Marguerite what a swaggering villain he could be. Such a waste of a man whom he thought she might even have admired in their younger days.
The bruises would heal. His pride hurt more than his body, even now, but his heart already yearned to look forward instead of back. Eventually, even the memory of his physical pain would fade. That was right. And he knew better than to invite such trouble again. From now on, Armand planned not to give his sister any reason to fear for his safety. He'd behave himself and settle down and stop chasing Sir Percy and his adventures. One of them was enough to worry Marguerite. With that final decision, Armand turned his head to watch the sun finally dip below the horizon, and drifted into slumber.
Name: Sam
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No.
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Armand St. Just
Fandom: The Scarlet Pimpernel (musical/SP1) (1st version of the musical by Frank Wildhorn and Nan Knighton)
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_percyCharacter History:
Armand's older sister Marguerite marries an 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 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 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: **If you're not apping a CR AU, omit this section.**
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, pretty please
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
[The transmission begins with a view out over the Old City, panning slowly with a slight wobble.] I grew up in a city so huge that people described it as being alive, our very mother. We didn't have, uh, indoor plumbing or automatic lights, but we had slums and opera houses, parks and cathedrals, and theatres, and a river that gave the city her life and vitality. Paris would never exist if it weren't for the Seine, and without Paris I wouldn't exist either.
There might be a man with my name, but it wouldn't be me. Without Marguerite and the Comédie-Française and Molière and Racine I would have gone hungry, and would be a beggar in the streets. I am a true son of Paris, because I love her and France while still knowing she could never be perfect.
I have this awful feeling that this [The camera has never wavered from the view to show the camera man.] is the fate of my beloved home as much as it has come here. Would we all work this hard to save her? I hope I'm up to giving as much of my heart to this city, and may my own mother forgive me my abandonment.
((Also, this post.))
Log Sample:
The rocking of the Day Dream upon the waves of the English Channel tried to lull Armand into sleep. He was too nerve-jangled to give into the urge gracefully. Marguerite and Percy were up near the bow, facing into the wind, perhaps looking for a first early glimpse of the White Cliffs. Armand fancied he heard a few notes of song from that direction. It wasn't unlikely, since his sister had such a fine, lustrous voice, and if he was hearing rightly, Percy had a better voice than he pretended. Hearing their happiness filled Armand's breast with contentment, because the two dearest people to him in all the world had at last found their reconciliation and could now savor the love they shared.
It put him in mind of considering his own future. He couldn't hang onto his sister his whole life. Maybe Percy would let him attend an English university, or he could find a clever-minded English lady to marry. Maybe one of Marguerite's friends had a little sister. Or one of Percy's. He'd never thought to ask before. He felt a little brave even to be considering it.
But as he lay on the canvas-wrapped pallet on the deck--the one cabin belonging to the owner, Sir Percy--Armand had to consider that his recent adventure might well have been his last. Despite his promise to Marguerite, he'd been foolish, and he still had the bruises on his body to tell the tale of his mistakes. Chauvelin's men hadn't been gentle with their fists, and even Chauvelin had smacked him down to show Marguerite what a swaggering villain he could be. Such a waste of a man whom he thought she might even have admired in their younger days.
The bruises would heal. His pride hurt more than his body, even now, but his heart already yearned to look forward instead of back. Eventually, even the memory of his physical pain would fade. That was right. And he knew better than to invite such trouble again. From now on, Armand planned not to give his sister any reason to fear for his safety. He'd behave himself and settle down and stop chasing Sir Percy and his adventures. One of them was enough to worry Marguerite. With that final decision, Armand turned his head to watch the sun finally dip below the horizon, and drifted into slumber.