Post by Eugene Fitzherbert on Jun 19, 2011 15:07:09 GMT -5
name: Jewel
Age group: 13-17 for like a month and a half then I'll be 18-25.
Number of years rping: 7
Anything else?: I'm going to be an adult soon, so I'm having Peter Pan syndrome and trying to revert to my childhood through watching Disney movies. Yay! I'm like the same age Rapunzel. How cool is that?!
Age group: 13-17 for like a month and a half then I'll be 18-25.
Number of years rping: 7
Anything else?: I'm going to be an adult soon, so I'm having Peter Pan syndrome and trying to revert to my childhood through watching Disney movies. Yay! I'm like the same age Rapunzel. How cool is that?!
Character full name: Eugene Fitzherbert
Nicknames: went by Flynn Rider for a while
Age: 26, based on when the orphanage found him as a baby
DOB: Unknown - again, he's an orphan
Where do you belong?: World of Fantasy
Flynn Rider was the epitome of a dashing bandit, while he was still a bandit and still went by Flynn Rider. He is still handsome, of course; many would say rogueishly so. At the very least he is effortlessly handsome. He has dark brown hair that is a little long for royal preference: it sort of flops over his forehead and curls down past his ear onto his neck a little bit. His eyes are a chocolate brown that many a maiden has gotten lost in, and they are very expressive, as he has an animated face. (No pun intented.) He has a defined, straight nose, thin lips that he likes to pucker up into what he calls the smolder when he brings his eyebrows together. He has a small, well-groomed beard on his chin that looks more like scruff really.
The rest of his body is just as handsome as his face, he believes, for it was kept in top physical condition by the demands of being a thief (a lot of running and climbing and not a lot of eating), and even now that he is living in the castle with Blondie and her parents (which, just to be clear, scares the heck out of him) he eats a lot more, but he still stays in shape trying to keep up with Rapunzel. On his own, he used to wear a blue leather vest over a shirt, trousers, boots, and his satchel, as those were basically the only things he owned. Now he is sometimes forced to wear uncomfortable royal garb but he avoids it when possible. Tall, lean, and strong, he needs to improve his posture according to his manners teacher, and for goodness' sake please cut his hair, but he cuts a good figure and would make a rather handsome prince.
A clever troublemaker with a knack for charming or joking his way out of things, Flynn was the sort of person you either love or hate. He has made more enemies than friends, really, since the acquaintances upon whom he has made a good impression, by cracking a joke or using the smolder (depending on whether they are male or female), will find themselves less apt to like him once something special to them goes missing, or they are the butt of one of his jokes. Now that he lives in the castle, he irks the noblemen and dignitaries and diplomats by being just as clever, handsome, and charming as they are, but without even bothering to try. He is arrogant, smug, snarky, and vain, and typically, boys hate him and girls love him.
He is not all bad, however. Even though he has done some bad things (oh, you know, the standard theft, evading police, that sort of thing), he has some of the traits of a hero. He is quick on his feet, always ready with a joke or encouraging word. He is resourceful enough to make something useful out of just about anything, thanks to the fact that he is an orphan and learned by necessity how to survive on his own. When he wants to be, he is brave and determined, and will fight for something that he loves, ie., Rapunzel. Beneath the cynical and sarcastic exterior he has a good heart, and she brings the best out in him. He is protective of her and would do anything for her, even die - he did it once already and it seems likely to happen again at this rate. Earthly and worldly-wise, he teaches Rapunzel about life and love and they learn together.
Growing up as an orphan, Eugene Fitzherbert spent his life in destitution, dreaming of having enough money not just to buy food, but clothes, and jewels, and horses, and anything at all he wanted. He lived in a crowded home with dozens of other children like him, and sometimes, they annoyed him – hence his desire to live alone on an island of his own – but as he grew older, he became almost like a leader to them, a big brother. His escape had been into books about a character named Flynnigan Rider, and he began to share these stories with the other children, spellbinding them with his storytelling ability, and adding to his own desires of being like Flynnigan. He left the orphanage when he was old enough, not wanting to be just another mouth to feed when he thought he could take care of himself. He started calling himself Flynn Rider and became a thief to feed himself, but destiny appeared to have other plans for him.
Y'see, he met this girl. Granted, he had met lots of girls and had affected them more than they had him, but this one was different. Her name was Rapunzel and she lived in a tower. You probably know the whole story already, but just a brief recap: he hid in her tower to escape some palace guards after stealing the crown of the lost princess. He didn't realize until later that Rapunzel actually was the lost princess, and you can't really blame him because it seemed like he was unconscious for the majority of the time he was in the tower, thanks to Blondie and her frying pan. He agreed to take her to see the flying lanterns so she would give the crown back that she had stolen from him after he stole it from the castle. (Ironic, right?) They set off amid much internal conflict on Blondie's part and annoyance on Flynn's. He took her to a tavern in hopes of getting her scared into going home, but no dice, because she ended up getting all the thugs to sing - ya heard right - and then the guards found them and he almost died at the hand, or I guess hoof, of this crazy horse who had been trailing him ever since he got the crown. He almost died again in the cave they had been running through when they kinda sorta broke the dam.
Anyyyway, they had a campfire, shared some backstory (despite great inhibitions on Flynn's part), and he found out that, oh yeah, Blondie's hair is freakin' magical. He also learned the usefulness of frying pans. And that chameleons look like frogs and are really expressive. Crazy Horse found them, took them into the city, and Flynn did all sorts of cool stuff with Rapunzel - eat cupcakes, hide from guards, read books, hide from guards, dance, steal some stuff and buy other stuff, and hide from guards, and go out on a boat. Somehow, along the way, he ended up...feeling things for her. Really strong things that weren't safe for him to say, like... love. But the Stabbington brothers, his partners in crime, got in the way, knocked him unconscious, and packed him off to jail. He almost died again, this time on the gallows, but the thugs came to rescue him along with Max, and it was his turn to rescue Rapunzel, who he'd figured out was the lost princess and was being held captive by this whacked out old lady who pretended to be her mother. He showed up to the tower and got stabbed by aforementioned old lady, but instead of letting Rapunzel heal him, he sliced off her hair so Gothel couldn't use it anymore. Gothel died from rapid aging after who knows who long of magic keeping her young. Then Flynn died too, for real this time. But Blondie saved him with her tear. And gave him this really, really awesome kiss.
They went back to the castle, told the king and queen who Rapunzel was, and then they ate, drank, and were merry. After the celebrating, of course, they had to get down to business with a bunch of boring stuff, because if Eugene - yeah, Eugene again - was going to live in the castle, and Rapunzel wouldn't have it any other way, he had to be semi-respectable. But he suffers through the tutors and the dinners with foreign princes hiting on Rapunzel because... well, he'd never admit it, but he's in love, and on his way to happily ever after.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE: as Flynn at a Disney boarding school
He was almost jealous. She got put on probition, but not him? He had probably been put in the classes by mistake...but the people in charge here were supposed to be really on top of things. Maybe they hadn't noticed him, or they simply didn't care either way. Or what if...what if the powers that be had put him in here for a laugh? Just to see Eugene Fitzherbert flounder. But the joke was on them, because he wasn't going to fail his classes when he tried; he was just not going to try. Forget them all. The only one he cared about here was Rapunzel, and he was barely willing to admit that. "All the trouble I've been and they haven't even...noticed?" he wondered, putting his healed hand to his heart dramatically to illustrate the depth of his hurt.
...Wait a tick. Damsel in distress... Oh, boy. That was probably it. His caring about her was the problem. Maybe someone had already heard of what he had done to rescue her, at cost to himself, and they had decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Or worse, these creeps knew the future and foresaw that there would be more heroic acts to come. That was just awesome. Why the hell else would they put him in prince classes? Upon reflection, his other theories didn't really make sense. Maybe he really was going to be a prince, because he found out that he wasn't really an orphan and he had loving parents who were a king and queen and he had been kidnapped as a baby.
Ha, yeah right. It was more likely that he'd marry... a... princess... Gulp. He swallowed hard at that particular thought, his eyes sliding away from Rapunzel. He was not the marrying type. All of this was completely going to ruin his reputation.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he heard her plan, only half of which he had been paying attention to as a result of the frightening epiphany which had left his mouth dry and his hands sorta trembly. "You want me to teach you how to be a princess," he repeated in deadpan, as if reminding her of what she had said would make her realize how ridiculous it was. Because really, it was ridiculous. She was asking a lot from him, and if she thought that just because she batted her eyelashes at him he would go all weak in the knees and cater to her every whim, she was wrong. Well, kinda. He rolled his eyes. "Of course it's against the rules," he sighed in exasperation. For someone who had supposedly broken them herself, she sure was naïve.
He didn't really see how this was helping him. She was driving him crazy, to be honest.
Not entirely in a bad way.
Had he mentioned that she had an amazing laugh? He didn't even get annoyed when she did it louder and longer and harder, and the way she did it sort of secretively at first made him think, because most of the bimbos he'd spent time around giggled to get his attention if they were new or didn't laugh at all if they weren't. She certainly wasn't like them. She went on and he half-listened, lost in his thoughts. "You should have hit me harder," he muttered. That would have saved him all of this trouble. He gave a long-suffering cry at her declaration of his... prince-liness. "I didn't 'rescue' you, alright?" He looked away again, not good at this stuff, before meeting her gaze. "And if I did... It wasn't because I'm some kind of hero. It was because I'm your friend."
If his voice hitched a little on the last word, it was purely coincidental. But he was pretty sure he had just imagined that. ...he hoped.
It was sort of a relief to be in the position of power again as he realized that she was, indeed, frightened of him. Good, he thought, a bit harshly. I'm a serial thief. She should be. But that wasn't why she was afraid of him, and both of them knew it. Because he was absolutely terrified too.
He leaned closer, agonizingly so, and while he took her hands gently in his, he looked at her through his lashes. "What do you think I'm going to do?" he murmured, so close now he could feel her breath mingling with his, smell the floral essence of her. "Kiss you?"
And then he did. He brushed his lips against hers, as gently and chastely as was probably humanly possible, more tenderly than he had ever kissed anyone before. And when he pulled away just the slightest, his eyes fluttering open to look at her, it made him go for more, pressing his lips to hers more firmly, because he wanted to be the one to show her what a real kiss felt like. He wanted it to be him. Maybe he wasn't good enough for her, maybe he never was going to be a prince... But...what if he was?
...Wait a tick. Damsel in distress... Oh, boy. That was probably it. His caring about her was the problem. Maybe someone had already heard of what he had done to rescue her, at cost to himself, and they had decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Or worse, these creeps knew the future and foresaw that there would be more heroic acts to come. That was just awesome. Why the hell else would they put him in prince classes? Upon reflection, his other theories didn't really make sense. Maybe he really was going to be a prince, because he found out that he wasn't really an orphan and he had loving parents who were a king and queen and he had been kidnapped as a baby.
Ha, yeah right. It was more likely that he'd marry... a... princess... Gulp. He swallowed hard at that particular thought, his eyes sliding away from Rapunzel. He was not the marrying type. All of this was completely going to ruin his reputation.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he heard her plan, only half of which he had been paying attention to as a result of the frightening epiphany which had left his mouth dry and his hands sorta trembly. "You want me to teach you how to be a princess," he repeated in deadpan, as if reminding her of what she had said would make her realize how ridiculous it was. Because really, it was ridiculous. She was asking a lot from him, and if she thought that just because she batted her eyelashes at him he would go all weak in the knees and cater to her every whim, she was wrong. Well, kinda. He rolled his eyes. "Of course it's against the rules," he sighed in exasperation. For someone who had supposedly broken them herself, she sure was naïve.
He didn't really see how this was helping him. She was driving him crazy, to be honest.
Not entirely in a bad way.
Had he mentioned that she had an amazing laugh? He didn't even get annoyed when she did it louder and longer and harder, and the way she did it sort of secretively at first made him think, because most of the bimbos he'd spent time around giggled to get his attention if they were new or didn't laugh at all if they weren't. She certainly wasn't like them. She went on and he half-listened, lost in his thoughts. "You should have hit me harder," he muttered. That would have saved him all of this trouble. He gave a long-suffering cry at her declaration of his... prince-liness. "I didn't 'rescue' you, alright?" He looked away again, not good at this stuff, before meeting her gaze. "And if I did... It wasn't because I'm some kind of hero. It was because I'm your friend."
If his voice hitched a little on the last word, it was purely coincidental. But he was pretty sure he had just imagined that. ...he hoped.
It was sort of a relief to be in the position of power again as he realized that she was, indeed, frightened of him. Good, he thought, a bit harshly. I'm a serial thief. She should be. But that wasn't why she was afraid of him, and both of them knew it. Because he was absolutely terrified too.
He leaned closer, agonizingly so, and while he took her hands gently in his, he looked at her through his lashes. "What do you think I'm going to do?" he murmured, so close now he could feel her breath mingling with his, smell the floral essence of her. "Kiss you?"
And then he did. He brushed his lips against hers, as gently and chastely as was probably humanly possible, more tenderly than he had ever kissed anyone before. And when he pulled away just the slightest, his eyes fluttering open to look at her, it made him go for more, pressing his lips to hers more firmly, because he wanted to be the one to show her what a real kiss felt like. He wanted it to be him. Maybe he wasn't good enough for her, maybe he never was going to be a prince... But...what if he was?
